Monday, February 27, 2012

I'm a BARBIE girl!

I'm not one of those Moms who is against her little girl's having Barbies. As a matter of fact, I played with them until I was almost 12 and turned out mostly fine. I vaguely remember my Sister In-law out in Texas mentioning something about her own daughter outgrowing them and packing them up to give away. And then I saw a butterfly and followed it down the street about 7.24 seconds before noticing a cloud shaped like an ice cream cone. This month brought to you by medicinal side effects, the most pronounced of all being ADD and general scatterbrainedness. Which that's totally a word. Don't believe me? I'm an official word maker upper. I just made it official. SO THERE.

Anyways? What was I talking about? Helicopters? Oh wait, that's right, Barbies. Saturday we received a package in the mail from Texas, which in itself is ironic, but that's a WHOLE other story for another day (week, month, who's counting?) We opened it up and HOLYSHITBALLS, THAT'S A TON OF BARBIES, BARBIE CLOTHES AND BARBIE'S DOG POOP.* The peanut is smitten with her "new to her" Barbies. We immediately donned Brenda (yes, my old 90210 Brenda), who had been nekkid as the day she was born for a good 20ish years, in some stylin' new threads. The peanut no longer refers to her as "that Hussy." I don't know where she learned that from... cough. Out of all the Barbies there was one Ken. ONE.

 "Holla at a PLAYA!!!"

Lillie says, "Dis is Barbie and Brenda's boyfwiend. He also Ariel and Belle's boyfwiend." I say, "Dude, Ken, better wrap it UP! You don't know where Brenda's been... come to think of it, she probably doesn't know either... that Hussy."

 Another day that doesn't pass without me wondering if we qualify for disaster relief due to the damaging effects of Hurricane Lillie. This is also the downfall to having a brand new obsession with Barbie... also, Legos are no longer the herpes of childhood toys. Barbie shoes are.

On a different note, I went pinning Saturday night and found something that moved me to the point that I didn't even have time to pin it before it was shooting out of my printer and hanging on my wall. I tend to forget just how lucky I am, WE are, despite what's going on in the world around us. I shouldn't have been able to get (and stay) pregnant as well as I did. For that, I am grateful. We shouldn't have a roof over our heads, but we do. And for that, I am 10 times as grateful. We are lucky for the family we have, our health and well being, and the life we are able to live. We are lucky to be alive. Every single day I am able to wake up, is the biggest blessing in itself. We are SO lucky.

Click the picture to head on over to my link on Pinterest, or go visit Sweet Rose Studio and pick out a version of the print for yourself!

Tomorrow I hope to get back to my "travels" seeing as so many of you are asking for another "quick jaunt" away from wherever you may be. If you saw my last post, you'll know that I'm ready to get away too. Anybody want to whisk me away to Costa Rica? I hear it's warm there right now.

*Ok, so Barbie's Dog "Tanner" as I've so recently learned, was actually recalled as his poop was/is magnetic. Kind of glad I tossed "the poop" now. I couldn't quite figure out what was in the bottom of the box and thought it looked too much like candy (I know... I KNOW!) to keep around. Seriously though, a pooping Barbie dog? Toy fail.

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  1. OMG I remember the pooping dog! Too funny. I LOVED playing with Barbies as a kid. I don't get those moms who think playing with Barbies destroys their daughters self worth. BARBIE WAS AWESOME.

    The hussy....lol.

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    1. What's funny is my Brother in law was surprised to discover it had been recalled. He had no idea! Barbie was amazingly awesome. I'm pretty sure my Mom has a stash of the "Nations" collection I had going for a while somewhere in her attic.

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  2. A. You are cracking me up way early in the morning.
    B. I am also mostly unashamed of Barbie love, which evolved into Polly Pocket at some point. But I am aware of the inherent problems. But I still wanted my girls to crave, feel, be pretty, etc.
    C. Yes, Ken, you lucky man, stay clean. WOW.
    D. SOOOO HAPPY for you and your sudden gush of thankfulness, you do have a beautiful life indeed. Beautiful family. Richly blessed!

    Stay in touch!

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    1. A. You're welcome.
      B. Lillie is in love with Polly Pocket too after discovering my sister's old stash of the little clam shell ORIGINAL Polly's.
      C. Ken is a PIMP.
      D. Sometimes it's hard to remain thankful, although I try to stay grateful as much as possible. I am indeed richly blessed. :)

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  3. Hmmm... sounds to me like you have a "Sister Wives" situation going on. That's one you don't see on the commercials - now introducing Polygamist Barbie! :D

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    1. OHMYGOSH!!! I didn't even make the "Sister Wives" correlation until you said something. I see a "Barbie Wives" thread coming soon... you are an inspiration to my madness!!!

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  4. My girls still hang with Barbie (and other dolls except not Bratz because TROLLUPS! TRAMPS! PUT ON SOME DAMN CLOTHES ALREADY, YOU MIDRIFF SHOWING, TOO MUCH WEAVE WEARING, OVERDONE MAKEUP, CLOWN FACE HAVING SCUZZBUCKETS!). They still play in the dollhouse, everything. Even the boy will play now and then (and then throw them and walk all over their kitchen set-up, trampling them in RAH RAH I A DINOSAUR fashion).

    There's always just one Ken LOL And why would he need to wrap it? He don't be wanting what Barbie (or hussy Brenda) be giving.

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    1. Oh girl, you had me at Bratz. Lillie will NEVER EVER own a Bratz doll. If she receives one they will immediately go into the donate bag. Who on God's green Earth thought trampy big headed ho-dolls would be a good role model for little girls??? And your son? Sounds like my daughter. She pretends to be a giant all.the.time.

      That hussy has been AROUND. I need to take a picture of her face close up. She looks like a zombie.

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  5. I love that you refer to them as hussies. I haven't heard that word in years, lol! Oh and I'm now stalking you on pinterest. Looove that site! Ugh!
    And a serious thank you. Seeing that photo and reading that sign makes me want to do it as well. I spend my days wallowing in self pity of what I lost and can't have instead of being grateful for what i do have in front of me. So thank you for blog slapping me awake :) I appreciate you and your writing :)

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    1. Now see! Comments like yours are what make blogging worthwhile. :) I'm glad I could "blog-slap" you. Anything I can do to help!!! Seeing that print on my wall every day is a constant reminder to be grateful. I hope it can help you as well! And I welcome pinterest followers, anything to feed my little pinning addiction!

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  6. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure your sister Jen-Jen destroyed every Nation doll I bought for you. Don't you remember the holocaust of Barbies with their shorn hair?

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  7. Yet another reason I don't have children. Having to explain Barbie hussiness and all. Ken is a PLAYA fer shur.

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    1. I keep finding little Barbie shoes and little Barbie dresses EVERYWHERE now. Beginning to think this was all a giant plot from my Sister In Law to drive me insane. I've got pics of Brenda the hussy up on my Twitter. The Husband and I are scheming up a blog series featuring "Brenda The Hussy."

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