Five Things Friday On A Tuesday Because Of How Hurricanes Discombobulate Everything

Sorry for not posting in a while Blogstalkers!  If you read my last post you know that Ryan and I were in New York this weekend for our friends' wedding (which was insanely gorgeous by the way, the tableclothes were made of like this silvery purple velvet material and while everyone else was dancing I was contemplating ways to swipe said tableclothes to make myself an evening gown a la Scarlett O'Hara and her curtains.)

So yes anyway we were supposed to leave NYC at just after six on Sunday, sort of right at the cutoff of when most flights started getting canceled.  We were lucky to make it out of New York and so were home and settled by yesterday.  Lots of people didn't make it out and there are obviously millions more that live in the areas that are being affected by Hurricane Sandy.  Please be safe everyone!  I'm sending many optimistic thoughts your way.

Ryan is off of work today again as both the treasury and fixed income markets are shut down.  So I'm off to spend the day with him shortly but I wanted to get something up here first This post idea is totally stolen from This old post by Kayla Aimee by the way.  I'm totally not above stealing obviously.  Our newly-married friends should be super relieved that their tablecloths are not currently stashed in my suitcase.  Unrelated note: I need a bigger suitcase.

Five Things Friday - Childhood Edition


My favorite childhood toy was: books.  This is a true story.  The only thing I ever did when I was little was read.  I learned to read really early because when I was two (and then every couple of years after that) my mom up and had another baby and I got good at entertaining myself and doing it quietly so as not to wake all of the babies.
Those babies turned out to be ok I suppose.
I'm actually fairly certain that my parents bribed the neighborhood children to be friends with me because I never wanted to play Ghosts in the Graveyard because it interrupted my reading time.  Like I think my dad literally got a go-kart one summer so that he could give my "friends" rides around the block while I sat on the porch and waved as they went past.  I did not personally ride in that go-kart because it looked dangerous, just like jump ropes and hopscotch.  One time I read a book about a boy who had a go-kart though.   
My favorite song from when I was little was: "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight" by Cutting Crew.  Except I took the song way too literally.  Like I really thought the dude in the song died.  And then when I learned more of the lyrics and heard "I just died in your arms tonight, it must've been some kind of kiss," I was all like "What the fart?  Is this some sort of vampire mumbo jumbo?"  
Sidenote: I did not say that out loud of course as 'fart' was a word that earned one a time out if one's mother heard one utter it.  Other words that earned timeouts included 'stupidiot' (A genius combination of 'stupid' and 'idiot'),  'screwnut' (A word young Lauren once heard her father use while driving and then repeated), and 'vomitous' (A word young Lauren learned from the dictionary after her mother had outlawed all of the other insults Lauren had used on her sister Jordan.)  I should mention that at one point in my life my mom actually took the dictionary away from me when she caught me looking up the word 'whore'.  I blame that incident entirely on Green Day.  I got the dictionary back though after I called my dad at work and he had me on speakerphone in his office and everyone heard eight year old me say "Daaaad! Mom's banning books again!"
Another Sidenote: I'm also very knowledgeable on the subject of how to get one's self a timeout on Christmas Eve.  It's very simple.  You simply spend weeks organizing photos and making your mother a special photo album with sections for each of her five children.  And you put your sister Jordan's section last so that your mom is all like "Ohhhhh this is the sweetest thing you've ever given me...WHAT THE!? LAUREN!!!!! TIMEOUT!!!!" when she finally notices that Jordan's pages are a combination of bad pictures of Jordan and pictures of monkeys that you have cut out of your father's National Geographic magazines.  The best part of this story is that later that night my mom called her own mother to wish her a Merry Christmas and mentioned my atrocities which then made my grandmother ask to speak with me and instead of being all inflamed she was like "Well Lauren honey, I can't say I'm surprised at this turn of events seeing as how your mother got herself in trouble on Christmas Eve when she was about your age because she baked and wrapped a whole package of dinner rolls and put her little brother's name on all of them and put them under the tree."  And then I got off the phone and shouted "Grandmother says this is all your fault because of the dinner rolls! She says you should be the one in timeout! Merry Christmas To All And To All A Good Night!"
This reminds me that I also quite liked the song "Waterfalls" by TLC, which was introduced to me by my older cousins one summer when we were spending time with our grandparents in Tennessee.  In retrospect it was probably inappropriate for  all of us to learn every word to that song and then perform it for my sweet grandmother.  Hopefully she did not know what lyrics like "Tootin' caine in your own vein" meant.   
My favorite childhood memory is: NOT camping.  I will write an entire post on the horrors of camping at some point but right now I just want to say that the song "Ticks" by Brad Paisley seriously over-romances the concept of checking someone for ticks.
My childhood crush was: Yep.  Probably the same as most girls my age.  Jonathan Taylor Thomas.  Although I totally hid this fact from everyone. (Probably not well)  My sister was also in love with JTT and thought that the fact that they had the same birthday meant that they were probably going to get married.  And then I would be like "Please JORDAN,"  and then go to my room and write Jonathan Taylor Thomas another letter that was all like "Dear JTT, (Do you mind if I call you that?) I still have not received a response to my last letter, which I understand.  I'm sure you're busy filming episodes of Home Improvement and avoiding meat, but I just want to make sure that you would never marry someone that has the same birthday as you and eats chicken nuggets like it's her job.  I'm still single! - LRM"
Meow!
The thing I was most afraid of as a kid was: Everything?  I've mentioned this before but I was an anxious little bug of a kid.  I was scared of the dark.  I was scared of aliens.  I was scared of being the last one awake at a slumber party.  I was scared that my sister Jordan was going to drown after my cousin told a ghost story about a girl that drowned.  And I didn't even like my sister Jordan.  (In case you couldn't tell that from the rest of this post.)  I was scared of my basement because there were clearly murderers hiding in the crawl space.  I was scared that someone might put my hand down the garbage disposal and I was sure that if I was the last one into the house from the car that I would both get kidnapped and be called a 'rotten egg'. I was also scared to be the first one to enter the house from the car.  This made situations where I was one of only two people in the car very hard for me.  I was scared of geese and bees and, after reading The Guinness Book Of World Records, that I would get hiccups that would last the rest of my life.  Also, inexplicably, lemons and limes made me nervous because they didn't make sense as a fruit.  They never got sweet?  This was obviously pre-gin-and-tonic-days.
My poor parents.
How would you answer these questions Blogstalkers?
(Also, I'm going to start putting my favorite comment from the previous post at the bottom of each new post, because you all crack me up.  If you have a blog, I'll link to it there as well!)


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  1. I had my bedroom plastered in JTT posters I'd get out of Tiger Beat (yes, it still DID exist in 1994.) Actually, it creeped my BFF out so badly that she wouldn't change into her bathing suit in my bedroom because JTT was watching her... Me? Since I had every intention of marrying him, it didn't bother me that he saw me in my birthday suit. (And, in case you didn't have enough reasons to hate Jessica Biel, your 11 year old self will be furious to know she played JTT's girlfriend in the holiday classic "I'll Be Home For Christmas.") Jessica Biel wants to steal all your happiness.

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    1. Aaargh. Stupid Jessica Biel. What the heck.

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  2. Meg Mullendore10/30/2012

    Bahaha!!! Love it! My favorite toy was the pet rock I invented and some jerk stole and made a million...I made it 38 years ago and it still sits on my fathers desk at work (isn't he sweet!). My favorite song was Hot Blooded by Foreigner (am I aging myself yet...) although the best was my little brother (now a doctor) thought it was Hot and Flooded...what a dork....My favorite childhood memory was Thanksgiving at my Nanny and Poppop's and my great uncle Kenny was there and he says to my great aunt Nonnie, "Look honey, little hooker training boots"....needless to say I thought I rocked the 80's how wrong I was (and yes I NEVER wore those boots again). My childhood crush was Todd Bridges(yes this was before he ended up in prison), I just loved Different Strokes and again I am showing my age....Thing I was most afraid of as a kid....Spiders and I still am....those eight legged (I think they are really arms since they move them individually) things made me scream bloody murder and scared everyone in the house (I am a CEO and was having a board meeting and a spider ended up on the table in front of me and I literally freaked out in front of my board, one of my employees was like "pull it together Meg" and this was only three years ago)...nothing in the world scares me like that, I would rather be in a pool of blue tip sharks than have to deal with one daddy long legs....UGH!!!!

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    1. The worst fight one of my sisters and I ever had maybe occurred when she thought the lyrics to the Train song "Drops of Jupiter" was "Van Halen is overrated" when it was definitely "That heaven is overrated." And I am right there with you on spiders. One time my mom called me like crying because she took a big gulp of her morning coffee and then there was a dead spider in her mouth (that must have been in the cup before she poured her coffee) and then I had to stay home from college classes that day because I was so upset.

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  3. I used to have to hide books under my shirt or behind my back when we'd go to family get-togethers as my Daddy thought it was inappropriate and rude that I'd sit reading rather than playing with my cousins (all of who were at least 4 years younger than me!)or talking to my aunts and uncles (all of which were having boring adult conversations). Also, I was totally in love with Jonathan Taylor Thomas and became very obnoxious in correcting anyone who called him JTT after I read somewhere he hated that name. PS. I love how you have all these sidenotes to what's supposed to be a simple answer, I totally do that all the time too!

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    1. I did the same thing! I actually asked my mom for a purse for Christmas one year instead of books. She thought I was growing up and becoming a proper little lady but really I just wanted it so that I had somewhere to hide my books when we went to social gatherings!

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    2. ha! i should have thought about doing that, but I used to only like little purses. Also, I just remembered I used to hate go-karts. i got confused which was go and which was stop. My dad used to force me to drive them, but i'd only ride with someone. That would have worked fine, except once my sister was driving and we crashed pretty bad so i stopped riding them at all. My dad was pretty mad about this so he bought us one to force me to drive and get over my fear. my dad totally loves me and is not abusive like this makes him sound, i think.

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    3. Haha that totally sounds like something my dad would have done! I was never really a big fan of the go-kart as well.

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  4. So Glad you made it back safe!!

    Let's see:
    Favorite Toy - I have to go with books as well...I can remember reading in the car on vacation with a flashlight until I finally fell asleep)
    Favorite Song from childhood: I Want Your Sex by George Michael because my mom hated that song and because he had 2 earrings and I thought he was going to be my boyfriend...
    Favorite Memory:I may have drank too much since childhood because nothing comes to mind...
    Childhood Crush: River Phoenix (I am dating myself here) I loved loved loved him and then he had to go and ruin it at the viper club
    THing I was most afraid of: Fire...they did fire safety at school and showed pics of burned kids so I started sleeping with my door closed and a bucket of water next to my bed for like 6 months.

    Enjoy the rest of your day with Ryan!!

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    1. Do you ever watch the show Raising Hope? Martha Plimpton stars in it and every single time I watch it all I can think about is that she kissed River Phoenix. And then I get jealous. And pictures of burned kids? That's awful!

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    2. I used to hate Martha Plimpton because she wasn't nearly as cute as me and yet River kissed her instead. She has redeemed herself with Raising Hope and as time heals all wounds I have forgiven her for stealing my boyfriend.

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  5. How about this? My favorite Impulse Control Disorder was pyromania. I thought fire was way cool, although the only thing I really set on fire was my mother's car. With a paper napkin and the cigarette lighter. It was awesome and scary all at the same time. :)

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    1. I once set the bathroom of my house on fire on Christmas Day with a candle and a box that contained entirely too much tissue paper! (I don't know why an exclamation point was appropriate there, but it felt right.)

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  6. This is completely irrelevant, but I saw a picture of Jessica Biel's wedding dress today. And it is just awful and extra fluffy and PINK. But not solid pink, it's like bad tie-die job pink. And her bridesmaids wore sheets with belts. I don't get it. Justin has made a horrible mistake. Wtf JRT?!

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    1. Seriously JRT. You have broken my heart. Tragically and irrevocably. Except not that last one, because I most likely would forgive you if you, unlike JTT, responded to my fan mail.

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  7. hahahah I was scared of everything too! and my favorite hobby has always been reading and I used to get so bored because I read too fast and my grandma wouldn't take me to the library. This is why I now spend thousands of dollars on books and don't like people.

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    1. I too spend entirely too much money on books. It's my vice I guess? My best Christmas ever was the one at which my last present was a large box and I was like "This sucks, because that is definitely not a book and I have not gotten any books yet." And then it was a box filled with the entire Boxcar Children series. It kept me busy for like three days. Come to think of it, my parents may have used buying me books as a "purchasing peace of mind for an hour" sort of technique.

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  8. I'm not being a copycat when I answer some of these, however, we do have some similarities!

    My favorite childhood toy was: Books for sure. I was the first kid in my kindergarten class to be reading like an all-star and I never stopped. Across the street from my grandmother's house was the sweetest little library, and when we stayed with her, I spent countless hours there. Sadly, the librarian had a chat with my Mim one day and said I could no longer come over there and take an armful of books into their cozy little bathroom and lock myself in for over an hour. I mean, I was like 8. I didn't realize it was poor form to take shared books into the bathroom and read leisurely.

    My favorite song from when I was little was: It's a tie between "Touch Me" by The Doors and "Material Girl". I'm not sure why I was allowed to choreograph elaborate dances to either of those songs and why I even had those albums in the first place? But, whatevs. I also spent a great deal of time listening to the "Cats" soundtrack, so my musical tastes were (and still are) pretty awesome and well-rounded.

    My favorite childhood memory is: When my brother was born, my parents gave me a new Strawberry Shortcake doll and told me it was from the baby. I wasn't sure how he knew how much I liked Strawberry Shortcake, but I was pretty excited. He's lucky they did that, because it was the only thing that made me tolerate him for the first year of his life. I wasn't too pleased about sharing the spotlight with him.

    My childhood crush was: Kevin Bacon. When "Footloose" came out, I wrote him a very lengthy love lette, advising him that I was 18 and ready to marry him (I was 7, but knew good dancing when I saw it and was madly in love). I decorated it with my best scratch & sniff stickers and gave it to my mom to mail. I never received a response....because my parents never mailed it! They opened it and shared the contents gleefully with my aunts and uncles. I only found this out like 2 years ago and I'm still pretty bitter.

    The thing I was most afraid of as a kid was: Pretty much everything I'm still afraid of now. Werewolves, vampires, nuclear war, aliens, pirahnas, quicksand, black licorice, the dark, not having a book to read, the muck at the bottom of ponds and zombies.

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    1. Ok first, the muck at the bottom of ponds, people that are not scared of that are crazy. It makes me shudder just thinking about it. Urgh.

      Second, I am now quite pissed that my sister Jordan did not get me anything when she was born. Seriously Jordan, you owe me a present. I like books.

      Third, your Kevin Bacon story is CRACKING ME UP.

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  9. i also got in trouble for reading inappropriate books (like the banned Sweet Valley High books my brother tattled on me about when i was in 5th grade, stupid brother) (also, only banned because my mother thought that i was far too young for kidnapping stories, and boys, she may have had a point).

    however, i didn't get in nearly as much trouble as i would've if there'd been the internet so my mother could look up what my books were about. my whole romance phase in jr high would have been RUINED! (no mom, they don't even kiss in this one, like i know before i read it) (it was decidely less racy back then..)

    sorry about all the double parenthesis, i have lots of asides.

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    1. Oh I am totally full of asides so no worries on the parentheses. I used to hide my SVH books behind the piano. Not the greatest spot in the world. And yes I so agree with you on the internet thing!

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  10. My mom once found my Green Day "Dookie" CD, read the lyrics, and then promptly made me watch her throw it in the fire because a song contained the word "masturbate." And I too had the biggest crush on JTT. I also had a crush on Andrew Keegan a la the movie Camp Nowhere - which I probably watched a thousand and one times.

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    1. I forgot about Andrew Keegan! He was such a heart throb. After Camp Nowhere he guest starred in like every single sitcom ever. Step By Step, Full House, Boy Meets World, even 7th Heaven. I should not remember this much about him.

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    2. Every time I see him, I think of his role as Joey on 10 Things I Hate About You. Love that movie.

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  11. Okay. Your 'What the Fart' totally brought to mind my house and the words we weren't allowed to use - fart became "fouf", we couldn't say "shut up", and we could throw 'ahhh' at the end of words: "whyaaaaaah", Moooomaaah", "Noooooah."

    These rules brought us to one circumstance I was ribbing my mom about last week:

    Bugger.

    My little brother was bugging me. A lot. That's what little, stupid, dumb-dumb brothers do.

    So, I was yelling at him because he wouldn't stop, and my mom was all "Don't yell at your little brother", and I was all "but MOM! He's such a BUGGER." My mom scolded me and let me know that I was never to use that word again.

    I didn't get it! He was a bugger! He was bugging me, and so, a bugger!

    My mom sent me to my room and told me I was not to use that word again.

    The result of this exchange was me flipping through the dictionary to understand what the true meaning of 'bugger' was.

    I lost my childhood innocence that day.

    If she's just ignored it, I probably never would've said that word again.

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    1. I meant to say "We couldn't throw 'ahhhhhh' at the ends of words."

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    2. Oh my gosh, that made me laugh. That's horrifying and hilarious! The day my dad yelled at me for using the slang term 'bufu' was the day I lost my childhood innocence. Sort of the same thing.

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    3. I know!

      Also - we had the following rules at the dinner table during my childhood:

      1. No TV
      2. No reading
      3. No singing
      4. No laughing

      But I swear, I had a happy childhood!

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    4. There was no reading or TV at our dinner table either. Sometimes my mom would put music on in the background though, especially around Christmas time. And then I would wish that there was a no singing rule.

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    5. haha. I guess we weren't the only ones, then! haha!

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  12. Ok I was totally with you until we got to JTT but then I realized I'm probably about 10 years older than you so that would have been massively inappropriate of me to be crushing on the Home Improvement kids. In a moment of sheer embarrassment for myself I will say I was in the house reading so much one summer that I had to see a dermatologist. Turns out hiding out inside makes vitamin D deposits build up in your skin and can cause a rash. I had to get a home tanner to expose myself to the right amount of UV light to get rid of it. Well it was that or face another round of confused looks from the ladies at the tanning parlor when my very chocolate self explained what I needed. The rest of the post though totally relate to.

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    1. I think I was right on the cusp of being able to crush on JTT because I think in real life we are like the exact same age. If I was one year older I think it would have been borderline weird. That is crazy about the rash! My mom sometimes would bribe me with pasta and chocolate cake to at least go sit outside and read. She even bought me a "reading blanket" that I could lay out on the front yard. I think she was hopeful other children would happen along and I would think "what they are doing might be more fun than reading today." She was sorely disappointed.

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    2. Because I'm creepy... JTT was a year older than ME, which would make him 2 years older than you. In theory. He was born in '82. In Bethlehem, PA. I hate myself for remembering that.

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    3. I like you more for remembering it. Because believe me. 28 year old me knows some things I maybe should not about Justin Timberlake.

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    4. Oh I'm rushing towards 37 soon, yeah December babies lol, so yeah it would have been super awkward if I was crushing on him. Plus he was short and I'd already seen short mom plus short dad equals really short kids. Now I think all of us have crushed on Mr. Timberlake and the pink wedding dress disappointed me mightily. Might have been cuter if he was wearing it. Yeah one disappointing (in terms of getting things accomplished) visiting to the tanning bed and I was forced outside because mom didn't want to have to explain that to anyone again.

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  13. My favorite toy growing up: This is a hard one because in my younger years I loved me some Barbies, but then when I got older, like maybe 10ish, I really got into reading. But, the Barbies, OH the Barbies. I was the only girl in the family, and so my boy cousins would come over to play and basically all I had were the dolls. My cousin Brandon, whom I guess was oddly confident in his masculinity at 9 years old, would always play Miss America with me. We made special costumes and hair styles for ALL 50 Barbies, and had enough left over to make an audience out of the Ken dolls and Skippers, and then the older Barbies who played the Moms and sisters of the contestants.We built custom sets for each of these shows. We made our parents and grandparents sit through these productions, complete with my other cousin Josh as the MC, musical stylings timed to the entrances of the contestants, question and answer sections, swim suit competitions, evening wear, etc. Seriously, they probably took longer than an actual Miss America Pageant.

    And I was also madly in love with JTT. I had a dream about him once, in which he was my boyfriend, and I swore for the next year to anyone who would listen that it meant we were going to get married.

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    1. That is the best Barbie story I have ever heard! The only thing I used to do with Barbies was make them get married. I think I actually performed some of the first same-sex wedding ceremonies in the state of Illinois after our Ken doll was accidentally beheaded.

      Also, I had a dream about JTT once too. In it he gave me a hemp bracelet and orange juice. I've never looked at orange juice quite the same since.

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    2. AAHAHAHAHAA!! Was he wearing a beret? He was wearing a beret in my dream, and I would probably feel better if it was not just me.

      I love that your Barbies were trend-setters. I had one of those "Shave Me" Ken dolls that had the fake beards that you could shave. My dog ate the first one. I didn't realize this until my parents gave me a new one for Chanukkah a few days later, and then my dog started to poop out Ken arms. Yuk.

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    3. I don't remember if he was wearing a beret or not....let's just say he COULD have been.

      And I don't think I've ever heard of these Ken dolls! My Barbie phase was brief. Unless you count the period of time when I was like 14 and my BFF Anna and I would be like

      "What do you want to do today?"

      "I don't care what do you want to do today?"

      "Let's both make a list of five things to do and then we'll compare lists."

      "I see you have put Barbies on your list as #5."

      "Yeah, but only because I thought you *might* want to play with them. They're so lame though."

      "Yeah I put them on my list for the same exact reason. So lame."

      "So you want to play Barbies then?"

      "Yeah."

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    4. I did the same thing :) I would secretly visit my Barbies when my parents were out of town, and drag them out and set up the houses and have little block parties with them. I should mention that I was an only child, and as such had a wicked imagination. But my BFF Mal, who is still my BFF to this day (perhaps because I threatened that if she was ever NOT my BFF, she would already know too much information for a traitor and would have to be killed)and I would play with the Barbies well into our freshman year of High School. Then we both got cars and discovered boys and the Barbies remained in the attic.

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  14. My sixth grade social studies teacher sent me to my mom (who was the librarian at my school) because I'd written "I love JTT" all over the back of my notebook. My mom looked at it and said "I'm not sure any punishment is as good as the embarrassment she'll feel about this later."

    Oh, mom. I'm loathe to admit this, but you're right.

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    1. Oh, and I got in HUGE trouble once for calling my sister (who I fought with constantly) a "Cling-on". I meant that she refused to leave our mom's side, which was true, despite her being four years older than me. Apparently, though, everyone else in our house had seen enough Star Trek previews on TBS to think I was calling her a spiky-foreheaded alien dude.
      All those previews did for me was make me wear a headband across my eyes so I could be like LeVar Burton. I love myself some Reading Rainbow.

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    2. Ok that "Cling-on" story is totally making me giggle. Ryan is looking at me like I am crazy.

      And Reading Rainbow! I haven't thought about that show in such a long time. I do have a vintage RR tee shirt though that I still sometimes wear to bed even though it doesn't even reach my belly button.

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  15. This is soooooooo gonna tell my age...
    My favorite toy was a pink stuffed elephant that had one of those windy up things in the back. I can't tell you what the tune IS that he plays (yes, I still have him and while threadbare, totally operational). Apparently this toy was a gift to my older brother which I promptly stole the moment I was big enough to get my hands on it. It's MINE.
    My favorite song was Delta Dawn. Do not judge me. You are totally welcome for the songplant by the way.
    My favorite childhood memory was the time my Mom and my MawMaw and I went to the bank and wore those sunglasses with the mustache. This was before you could not do that anymore. My MawMaw was like 80 then. I think we all peed a little that day laughing at the people who could not figure out WTH we were up to...
    My childhood crush was John Taylor from Duran Duran. He is STILL hot.
    the thing I was most afraid of as a kid was NOTHING. I was truly fearless. Now I am tortured by those creepy stick bugs and heights. Sigh.

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    1. Ok first, Delta Dawn by Tanya Tucker is a great song. "Ohhh Delta Dawn, What's that flower you've got on?"

      Second, I totally had a stuffed elephant of my own when I was little. Her name was Ellie Fontay because I was going through a phase where I liked to say things with a French accent. And I still have my beloved stuffed raccoon in my closet. His name is Beary Bear.

      And yeah, heights. Ugh. I don't do them.

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  16. Reading this got me accused of looking at inappropriate pictures. Stupid husband, what does he know? I laughed quite a lot though.

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    1. So glad you liked it! What do most husbands know? Am I right?

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  17. sarah h10/30/2012

    I don't know how old I was but... my mom caught me in my room sitting on the floor with a joke book and the dictionary. There was a dirty joke in the book and I was looking up the words from the joke. I can't tell you what word I was looking up when she found me, even though she told me, because it was a word even adult me wishes I didn't know and I have blocked it from my memory. Now that I think about it, why did I have a book with dirty jokes in it? My friends at school were terrible influences apparently.

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    1. My friends were totally bad influences as well. In sixth grade we all passed around the book "Forever" by Judy Blume. Super inappropriate. And we would all talk at lunch like "OH did you get to page 137 yet?"

      Also, now I really want to know what word you were looking up.

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      It was something like erection or ejaculation... I seriously have blocked it out. My mom even remembers the joke.

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    3. Yep. That would be mortifying probably. Either one of those.

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  18. My favorite toy as a kid was books too! I would get grounded from phone or toys or tv but my mom never grounded me from books! I was a Baby-Sitters Club junkie! Oh the Super Specials! Sadly camping was my favorite childhood memory! haha but we also were at a pretty modern campground in an RV with AC so we weren't exactly roughing it! Sadly I was an only child so I had no siblings to compare to monkeys!
    Glad you are back from NYC and safe!!

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    1. Ooh I loved the Super Specials. I felt like I just zipped through the other ones entirely too fast. To the point where my mom refused to buy me the regular ones because they weren't worth the small amount of time I stayed quiet reading them. And yeah we did not have an RV with AC. We had a circa 1972 pop-up camper that was orange plaid on the inside that was terrible at keeping out bugs.

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  19. First things first. Whatever happened to JTT? I just googled him and saw that he grew up to be hot, so where is he?

    I loved this post because I'm the same age as you and could completely relate to all of these things from the 90's.

    Mine:

    Favorite childhood toy: an extensive Playmobil collection...which, like all of my other beloved childhood toys, ended up being sold at a garage sale the minute I put it down

    Favorite song: I don't know, but NOT the macarena, which I was forced to dance to with the entire school body of my middle school on the front lawn while school officials filmed us from the roof. WTH, man.

    Skipping a few...

    Most scared of: It. I still steer my preschooler away from storm drains and explain, "You'll understand when you're older."

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    1. First, I have absolutely no idea. The last thing I remember is that one Christmas movie he did, which I own because I own all of the Christmas movies ever made and not because JTT stars in it.

      Second, My sisters and I totally had the Playmobil dollhouse for a while. But it got taken away from us after I threw one of the dolls at my sister in a fit of pique and broke the glass light over my mom's kitchen table. Oops.

      Also - You'll understand when you're older - YES.

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  20. Laurie H10/30/2012

    Favorite toy: Easy! Marvel The Mustang....Google him.... BEST TOY EVER! Still trying to talk my husband into buying me one off of Ebay even though I am sure my adult self would bust his legs.

    Favorite song: "American Pie" by Don McLean. First song I ever learned all the words to and still can sing by heart. Even when people ask (beg) me not to. I have an almost freakish recall for song lyrics. My husband and friends will randomly sing a line from a song just to see if I can finish the rest of it. Because I am also wildly OCD I can't let it go unfinished so I must sing the whole song.

    Favorite childhood memory: The time my Mom caught our dining room table on fire when we made Beef Fondue for Christmas. Who thought giving 5 kids sharp skewers and an open flame to cook their own meat was a good idea? Although it is a family tradition and one we as adults all make for our own families so what can I say? We learned nothing.

    Childhood Crush: Oh this is tough. Leif Garrett, Parker Stevenson, Shaun Cassidy (I think I am older than most of your readers. Shut up).

    The thing I was most afraid of as a kid: Same stuff I am afraid of now but the list is even longer: Snakes, lizards, heights, clowns, drowning, dying in a fire, flying, using a public restroom (I hold it as long as possible or drive home at lunch if I MUST go).

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    1. sarah h10/30/2012

      Oooh! I loved Shaun Cassidy so hard. I wrote him a letter once. Did my mom mail it, even though I put a stamp on it and everything? NO. SHE. DID. NOT. I found it like 5 years ago in her dresser, in the drawer where she keeps my old art and crap like that. Shaun Cassidy probably would have fallen madly in love with me but now we'll never know. (bitter)

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    2. Ok Laurie, so I wasn't sure how you would bust the legs of this toy until I actually did Google him. He is AWESOME! And now I sort of want one too.

      I'm weird about song lyrics too! Except I don't always remember the words correctly, rather just as how I would prefer they went. I'm constantly changing lyrics to fit my current situation. Drives Ryan mad.

      And we totally totally do the fondue thing for Christmas Eve too! Never had a fire, but have had a few minor hot oil burns. It's not Christmas without oil burns though, so whatever.

      And with that this comment is Da Doo Done Done Done Da Doo Done Done.

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    3. Oooh, I used to dream about Shaun Cassidy and Lief Garrett. Yeah, I'm older too. Yummy!!

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  21. That last section about being a nervous child chimes so true with me. I was afraid of snakes in the toilets (there are few snakes in Scotland), and dogs biting my face off (newspaper article about a child being savaged 30 miles away), and my brother being run over by a combine harvester or falling in a slurry pit after (video at school on farm safety) and our hall because I was sure there was a ghost in it, and witches, and rowan trees because someone said they scared off witches, so I thought if someone had planted rowan trees there must be witches. Oh, and our house going on fire. The list could go on and on and on.

    Did you ever tell your parents how scared you were? I didn't, and so they never got a chance to tell me that most of my fears were seriously silly. I wish I had.

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  23. Oops, I put the wrong url on my previous comment.

    This post was so much fun that I had to join in http://danna-3pinkcupcakes.blogspot.com/2012/10/five-things-on-friday-burt-its-tuesday.html

    I loved reading as a child as well, my first chapter book was a Beatrix Potter book, such fond memories.

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  25. Favorite Toy - I would probably choose books, too. I would just load my arms up at the library. A friend and I were both big readers. We would go to the library together and then actually read one of the books as we walked home. We're lucky we didn't walk into traffic. Even all the way into high school, I would tell my parents I had a ton of homework (to get out of doing the dishes) and then sneak a book in my room. Terrible child I was!
    Favorite Song from childhood: Footloose or Thriller maybe? I played those cassettes at top volume on my awesome boom box. I definitely danced around the room shaking my spiral permed hair and looking amazing in my stirrup pants.
    Favorite Memory: First, I love that yours is NOT camping. I do not understand camping AT ALL. I mean, we've evolved as a society, right? I like to stay home and show my extreme appreciation for plumbing and electricity. As for my favorite memory. . .getting two sodas from the machine when I only paid for one? I had a pretty good childhood so lots of good memories. Too many to pick just one.
    Childhood Crush: The twins from the band Nelson (does anyone else even remember them?). I had a rockin' poster for my bedroom wall and everything. I guess I would have had to have two husbands. That could have been awkward.
    THing I was most afraid of: Walking over grates on city streets. I still won't do it. When we go downtown, I make my husband walk on them (he'd be fine if he fell through, right?) and I walk around them at the edge. That, and due to an unfortunate moving of a movie way too old and scary for me - being buried alive! It still freaks me out. Maybe I will do like the old days and make them tie a string to my finger attached to a bell aboveground. Or maybe that's not a real thing and just something I saw in another movie?

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  26. OK, first I have to say that I am extremely disappointed you came home without the silvery purple velvet gown ala Scarlett O'Hara's curtains! That would have been classic.

    Hmmm, noe let's see....

    Favorite toy: Sorry, but I must also go with books. They were my constant companions. I would get in trouble for reading under the covers at night with a flashlight. Once they took my flashlight I discovered that a perfectly positioned LED clock would serve the same purpose and I was good.

    Favorite memory: Christmas morning...it was the one day out of the year that didn't suck at my house. I was always amazed at just how magical Christmas morning always seemed.

    Favorite song: Hmmm...so very many, but I do remember dancing around and lip-syncing (a lot) to Tiffany's version of "I Think We're Alone Now." I had choreographed a full routine for Madonna as well.

    My favorite childhood crush: The one that stands out in my memory is Matt Dillon in the movie "The Outsiders." I loved the book and was convinced I could make Dallas settle down and have a family!

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  27. Oh, Jonathan Taylor Thomas.... I'd still like to believe he is going to show up at my doorstep and ask me to marry him.

    I think as soon as I get a few moment or two, I will do this for my blog. :] I've sadly fallen off the grid when it comes to that. Though, I just realized my first semester at my second college ends in four weeks, so it will be time for finals before I know it! (Plus, the broken foot at the beginning of the semester really helped speed things up.)

    And, I am still a faithful reader even though I do not comment as much. :]

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  28. Favorite toy would have to be my American Girl dolls, and definitely books. Sweet Valley High, Babysitters Club, I'd read them over and over.
    I had a total crush on JTT, as well as Leonardo DiCaprio. Oh man.
    The earliest song I can remember loving was Material Girl. I would act out the music video. Don't know why I was allowed to watch, but oh well.
    Love your blog!

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  29. Hmm, lets see...

    Favourite toy: I think it was probably my Disco Doll. I remember the year I got her for Christmas, I'd begged my parents and on Christmas morning they delivered! I was quite taken with her teased Farrah hairstyle and her red satin sequinned jumpsuit.

    Favourite song from childhood: This is an easy one, You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC! I was pretty little when it came out and I guess my parents listened to it a lot because I always get that warm fuzzy feeling of safety when I hear it.

    Favourite memory: My money tree. Seriously, I actually had a money tree! It was a liquid amber that grew around the side of the house. I'd go out there every day and find about five cents worth of loose coin hidden in the roots. It was years later that I realised my Dad used to put it there.

    Childhood crush: This is very embarrassing, but probably Wil Wheaton. I watched him on Star Trek was absolutely besotted.

    Childhood fear: I developed a fear of execution when I was a kid that lasts to this day, thanks to the over zealous TV coverage of the execution of a couple of Australians in Malaysia when I was little.

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  30. Veronica10/31/2012

    I wanna play!

    Favorite toy: Probably my furby. Although that was one posessed mother-lovin toy. I used to hide it all the way in the back of the closet so it couldn't get me, and the thing still wouldn't shut up.

    Favorite Song: I have to go with Waterfalls as well, although in elementary school all the girls were convinced it was "don't go Jason Waterfalls" like that was someone's name, Jason Waterfalls. And we used it to torture the only Jason in the class because he was just so cute.

    Favorite memory: One time after my parents split up, my dad decided to start dating. And for some reason he decided to take my brother and I with him on his date. He had bought a new truck that day and it had a wicked cool back seat. So we went to pick up his date, and we got there and my brother projectile vomited all over my dads new truck and his date. It was AWESOME.

    Childhood Crush: Aside from Jason Waterfalls? I was sure I was going to marry Justin Timberlake. Like, sure of it. I'm still a little mad he didn't wait for me...

    Childhood Fear: There was this hole in my wall that I still don't know what it was there for...but I think it connected to the basement and I was sure the monsters could come up through it. I used to throw my toys down there as a peace offering. I bet there are like 100 barbie shoes down there...

    Glad to hear you made it home okay!

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  31. Childhood fear that still reigns today in a lesser but stranger form: Spiders. I had a nightmare as a kid where I was laying in bed and could see my mom in the hallway outside my room but I couldn't talk for whatever reason. Next, slowly, MILLIONS of spiders start crawling up the end of my bed. I tried crying out for my mom but she couldn't hear me and soon I suffocate in a blanket of spiders. BLANKET OF SPIDERS! Obviously, from this point on, all spiders were my nemesis.

    Luckily....or not depending on how you look at it, the first apartment my husband (boyfriend at the time - living in sin is awesome despite what my grandma thought) had was infested. Like, I was killing five to ten spiders daily so eventually I just started smashing them and dealing with the corpses immediately as opposed to my usual go to of throwing a papertowel covered phone book on top of them and then running away. It was the worst kind of exposure therapy.

    This last weekend though, I was visiting friends and while we were hanging out, I noticed this bunch of half deflated red balloons sitting behind a table in the corner of their basement. I point it out to my friend and she says surprised, "Oh! Those must be from our Chinese New Years party. That was two years ago, I'm amazed they're still inflated at all." I was about to pick up the bundle to show her the amazing air holding capacity of these magic balloons but my mind suddenly convinced me that they were filled with spiders and that's why they were still inflated.

    Then my husband told me there were probably earwigs in a couple of the balloons too. He is...not very helpful sometimes.

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  32. Sara Kay10/31/2012

    Your post has made me feel better than anything else I've ever read on the internet! (Even Web MD.) I am now at peace knowing that I'm not the only person in the world who had a fear of hiccupping to death as a child!

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  33. OK, so tell me, when were you able to get enough of a grip on your fears that you could...like...function in the world without dissolving into hysterics at the sight of a balloon? Because my son is 9, and, yeah...anxious little bug. Fer sure.
    And JTT! That's better than my crush: Bruce Willis. I was 8, he was..like...35? Weird.

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  34. Oh, my JTT.... But even more... Ah, Uncle Jesse.
    Hubba, Hubba!

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    1. Anonymous10/31/2012

      Haha! At first I thought uncle Jesse from dukes of hazzard?!? But quickly realized you most likely meant full house :P
      Nicole

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  35. While I was a book-fiend from a very young age, I have to say that my favorite childhood toy was the singing mermaid.

    I didn't grow up with TV and my hippie parents didn't believe that children needed colored plastic to play with, so when I visited my grandparents in Florida they enjoyed inundating my sister and me with both. One evening we were glued to some show when a commercial came on for a mermaid doll. That sang. And changed color in the bath. I was in love. As I recall, my grandmother immediately drove me to Toys R Us in order to procure this magical being.

    She was fantastic. She really did change color in the bath and she sang a brief melody so catchy that now, 20 years later, every member of my family can still reproduce it. Unfortunately, in order to make her sing, you had to squeeze her back with a degree of force that my girly 5 year old hands could not produce. My grandparents were more than willing to squeeze my doll over and over as requested, but when I got home, my parents tired of this quickly. Ever resourceful, my dad drew a little x on her back, exactly where she needed to be pressed. With this helpful guide, I was able to make my beloved mermaid sing... by stomping on her. Which I happily did for years until her batteries finally gave out.

    We later learned that my little sister never did understand why the doll was always stomped on.

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  36. When I was eleven gave my mom a signed note, to be opened on my twenty-first birthday, affirming that I would hate my younger sister forever, or else pay a forfeit of twenty dollars.
    She saved it. We all had a good laugh on my twenty-first birthday, and I was out twenty bucks. Stupid sister.

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  37. This whole thing makes me feel so slutty. I loved my He-Man doll because he was my sexy boyfriend. And my favorite song was "White Wedding" by Billy Idol. (Is that song slutty? I'm still not sure what it's about and I still love it.) And I had a major crush on Janie Lane, the lead singer of Warrant. Which my mother did NOT approve of, seeing as how their videos objectified women. So I had his poster hidden in my closet. **sigh** And I've ALWAYS been afraid of sharks, which I'm pretty sure is not slutty...

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  38. Puppygirl10/31/2012

    Some kids carried around a security blanket. I used to carry around books. (I still do. I rarely leave the house without a book. Even if I'm going someplace where I know I won't need it/have time to read it. Just in case.)

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  39. Oh man! Love the references to your sister... I did not like my little brother when I was a kid...I even jumped on his head because he was born and I was no longer the only child. One time, I had a nightmare that my brother and I got in a fight and I pulled his hair...and he unraveled. Like turned into a pile of strings. And all dreaming self could think was, "Oh no! Mom's gonna be sooooo mad!" When I woke up, I was terrified that the little annoying brother that I didn't like so much was going to die. (Luckily...I like him now. And I didn't unravel him.)

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    1. Also, I used to tell him that he was born with a tail. And he believed me. It was awesome.

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  40. I'm still afraid that there are murderers in my basement crawl space. Or at least the bodies of their victims. I tried to explain this to my realtor every time we looked at the house before I bought it when she would insist on checking out the basement. I DO NOT go down there, especially not alone. That is non-negotiable and was one of the first things I told my boyfriend when he moved in. It is his job to do all things basementy.

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  41. Katie Palumbo11/07/2012

    Hahah!! I loved JTT too!! I would write him all sorts of letters.. I even accused my mom of not sending them because he didn't respond (and obviously we were meant to be, so it had to be her fault!). Then, one day, I got a response... a signed poster!! Of course, I was planning our wedding because not only a response, but a picture?!! It was love!! Years later, I would laugh and realize it was a poster printed out and stamped with a signature, but I remember how I really thought it was real!! Too funny!! I even tried to become a vegetarian so we could live happily ever after... but, a cheeseburger beat him out!! Oh well, too funny.

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