Just a quickie...
When I was little, my mom bought me the most awesomest gift ever, and for some bizarre reason I was just thinking about it, and tried to Google it to see if anyone's written about it, but I can't find anything about. So here I am.
Here's what it was:
My mom got me a box that had a book and small teddy bear in it. The joke was that the book was a manual on caring for your bear...but when you flipped it over, it was a manual for the bear on how to care for their human.
Here's what made this so special: you know how previously I've mentioned how impressionable I am? How gullible I am? How freaked out I get about anything remotely paranormal and/or satanic? Well, in the middle of the book, there was a warning for the human/bear NOT TO READ THE OTHER'S BOOK!!! And then there were all these illustrations of the horrible things that would happen to you if did. Like your bear would come to life and strangle you kind of things. So for the longest time I was completely freaked out that my bear was going to kill me. BUT I WANTED TO READ THE OTHER PART OF THE BOOK SO BAD!!!!
And then one day I did, and as you can see the bear did not kill me. But it was like porn: I'd read it all illicitly, totally freaking out about it the whole time. I would stare for hours at the drawings of women in Victorian dresses being mauled by teddy bears.
I just had the weirdest sense of deja vu, that I've blogged about this before. Weird.
So in conclusion, this is probably partly the reason why I am now so fucked up.
But if you know what I'm talking about, please commiserate with me. I really want to find drawings of women in Victorian dresses being mauled by teddy bears in a Google image search.
Comments (1)
Saturday I thought, let me see if Kelly has written anything of interest on KpDuty, that is to me, her mom, better known as, "the mother."
Alas, I spotted interlude---What is this book?" I thought, "Kelly must have read a good book, I will read her review". Imagine my horror when I discovered you had accused me of having purchased a book that was clearly a really bad pick for a child. Allow me to categorically disavow having purchased said book. For you to accuse me of having not taken the time to read the it, censorship at its best, I might add, is pure hyperbole. On the other hand maybe I hadn't read the book, just liked the little bear and thought, "this must be a great book with a bear and all"...
Then again it may have been an intentional fauxpas and my way of teaching you, a tad early, to always read a book before giving it to a child. That's the thanks I get.....
Posted by vicki | November 12, 2005 11:41 AM
Posted on November 12, 2005 11:41