Monday, August 9, 2010

Old Photos, a Little more Blarney, and the Doll from Hell

Spent yesterday digging through my Old Photo closet. (This used to be a small linen closet just off the master bathroom, but has slowly been taken over by boxes of old pictures, so why even pretend anymore?)

No, I wasn't hit by an attack of nostalgia, though it was kind of sweet to reconnect with past experiences. Especially the kiddos at all their earlier ages. I do have exceptionally adorable children, if I do say so myself.

But it was also kind of...I dunno, discombobulating. (Does anybody but me even use that word?) Because nothing will make you realize how fast life is whizzing by like looking at tons (and tons ... and tons) of old pictures. This is why I don't do it very often, and probably why I've never, despite the purist of intentions, taken the time to organize the pics into albums.

(Not because I'm lazy. Really. Okay, maybe a little.)

The reason I went on the photographic archeological expedition was this blog. In my file of possible blog posts is an item I've labeled "Dead Pets." Nice, huh?

Come back!

I'm not going to show you pictures of dead animals -- I'm not that morbid. But I have a backlog of moderately amusing stories about the pets we've had over the years, and I thought it would be nice, should I get desperate enough to use them as blog fodder, to illustrate the posts with while-they-were-still-alive (I swear!) pictures.

(Relax. No dead pets today. This is just the heads-up post.)

I did come across a few other pics while sifting for pet gold, though. You remember my post about the Blarney Stone, and how kissing it may have contributed to my potty mouth?

Well, here is the proof I actually did it! And TG, too. That's me in the first pic, TG in the second.

Yeah, I know. Our heads don't show, so how can you be sure it's really us? You'll just have to trust me. I recognize the clothes.

Oh, and here's another random pic I came across. At the bottom of this post about the importance of enunciation, I mentioned how my daughter started reading and writing at an early age. Because of her interest in writing, we got her a Suzy Scribbles doll (yes, she has a face--she's just looking down):

Suzy came with her own desk, and could really write! Animatronically, of course. Only she was possessed by demons or something, because instead of writing "Hello" like she was supposed to, she always stopped after "Hell."

Yeah, try explaining that to your four-year-old.

Toodles for now. Beware of future posts, now that I've figured out how to upload old photos. You have been warned.


Dianne K. Salerni said...

Oh, wow. A Suzy Scribbles doll who writes Hell ... Hell ... Hell ... is really freaky, and might even inspire a good ghost story!

Elizabeth Ryann said...

Creepy! I don't know if I have a picture of my scariest doll. She was on clearance at Toys R Us for a dollar because she may have been on acid. Her name was Debbie, and Debbie had a small replica of her head (as in a tiny identical head, not an image) on each of her shoes, her fanny pack, and her back pack. We called her Debbie Debbie Debbie Debbie Debbie and laughed hysterically at her. Then made her live in the basement because she was kinda creepy. She could stare like no one's business.

P.S. My security word is "worms" and I find that disturbing in light of your heads up.

Unknown said...

When I was five, I had my tonsils out. My parents bought me a doll called Tippy Tumbles. When you pressed a button, on a remote she did a somersault and giggled.

Twenty years later, I was in my parent's attic cleaning out some old things, when I bumped a box and suddenly something from within 'thumped' at the side and an ominous laugh came out. I just about died, and ran from the attic Tippy was in the box, her batteries still working (don't know how) but her cute giggle now sounded like Satan.

Thanks for bringing back the memory. My husband (who was then my fiance) laughed until he cried.

Jessica Lemmon said...

JUST SO YOU KNOW, my office is in my basement, and even though it's a very nice basement, it's still darker than the upstairs and I feel CREEPED out about all this crazy doll talk.


Okay, just checked behind me, no walking, talking or scribbling (or tumbling) dolls to be seen.

Is this payback b/c I put the scary pic of my Muse on my blog that scared you so much Linda???


Kelly Breakey said...

Discombobulating is one of my favorite words. I use it every form.

I, too am a photo freak. I love snapping them and have thousands of digital ones. My husband breathed a sigh of relief when digital cameras were invented because he was sure the cost of getting copies made would send us to the poor house.

There is only one major event in my life I do not have pics from. The day we got married. He left our camera in the car while he ran back into the house for something and by the time he got back it was gone along with all of the pics we had taken. At first I was devestated. But since I got to keep him I really hope the camera thief liked the wedding shots we took.

Linda G. said...

Dianne -- Ooooh, it could, couldn't it? *cue Twilight Zone music*

Elizabeth -- LOL! D-D-D-D-D sounds pretty creepy to me. And don't worry -- I promise I won't show you any deady WORMY animals on this blog.

Jeannie -- ROF,L! OMG, I would have peed my pants if that had happened to me.

Jessica -- Suzy Scribbles is still in our basement, packed away in her box. After reading Jeannie's comment, I'm afraid to go too close to it, for fear I'd hear the tell-tale scritch-scratching of pen on paper.

Kelly -- I LOVE digital. SO much easier to deal with. Alas, every picture we have, pre- about five years ago, is a paper print.

Too bad about your wedding shots. Maybe you and the Cap'n could recreate the day, and take some new ones. And, of course, share the experience with us on your blog. ;)


Seriously cracking up about the doll that writes "hell." Why didn't I have toys like that?


Candyland said...

I never kissed a blarney stone so what's my f#$@king excuse for this mouth?!

Linda G. said...

Tawna -- I can only imagine what kind of effect demonic Suzy would've had on you. I'm not sure the world could've handled it. ;)

Candyland -- Perhaps you were just born with it? ;)

Anonymous said...

Can... hardly... type... freaked... out... by... crazy... psycho... doll.

I don't do life-size dolls. They send me running for the hills. I so seriously could have done with out that picture. Uuuuuuuuuu *shudders*

Linda G. said...

Posey -- Sorry about that! I do understand your fear -- I was totally freaked out by a Twilight Zone episode when I was a kid, about a little girl who used to trade places with her doll. The doll would become real while she became the doll. Soooo creepy.