This is a quick trip down memory lane with me and my stuffed animals. It's probably kinda disturbing that I have all these still from my childhood. Oh well!

This is Rageddy Ann. She is raggedy, just like she should be. This is because she was loved. LOVED DAMN YOU.

This is Raggedy Ann's hair loss. You'd lose your hair, too, if you had to spend years with me. Especially my childhood years.

 

This is Mousy. Actually, this is Mousy II. Mousy the first was 'lost' in a K-Mart parking lot. Apparently, I could not be appeased with other toys, and had to have Mousy back. So a new Mousy came forth. Mousy the second has been loved lots, too. So much, so, that he has had an operation on his stomach where his guts kinda just busted open and his stuffing was coming out. TMI? Perhaps. But some people like the gruesome details.



WTF is a Poochie, you might ask? Well, I don't freaking know, except that it's a pink dog. Who the fuck comes up with this shit? And why did I have one? It's kinda sad, really...

 

This is a giraffe. When we were kids, my sister and I shared a room, and this giraffe kept the door open a crack, without any thought for his own pain and suffering, by putting his body between the door and the doorframe. You can probably see where his body is bent in the middle. He is truly a saint for all children.

 

Spot was awesome. I got Spot as a birthday present from my Uncle Steve. I loved this dog with all my heart and slept with it lots and lots and lots and lots. Spot was kinda big. I can probably blame my need for a body pillow on him.

 

I got this doll probably after they figured I was old enough to have a doll that I couldn't play with. Firstly, what's the point of dolls you can't play with? Secondly, this thing kinda creeps me out.

 

This is my Cabbage Patch kid. This really doesn't require an explaination. Unless your parents were (or maybe because your parents were) satan, you eventually got one of these very strange babies born in a garden (if you were a girl). Who's stupid idea it was for babies to be born from a Cabbage...well, I just don't care. And why people would get in fights in the stores over them, I'll never know. Spoiled brats, I tell ya, if parents will deck each other over a toy. I know my parents didn't do that shit...

 

More staples from 80's childhood - Popples and Pound Puppies. What is a popple, you might ask? Well, Popple is apparently a band. But before this, when we were but knee-hi to a grasshopper (what?) Popples were...uh... still beyond description. I think the people who came up with this stuff for us were having flashback LSD trips leftover from the 60s or 70s.

 

Would you like to touch my monkey?

 

This is Hoppopotumus. She is Wuzzle. I told you, LSD.

 

I won Snoopy Dog in a Easter coloring contest when I was in elementary school. My sister wanted to see my Snoopy Dog, but I wouldn't let her, so she bit me. She got in trouble though. YEAH!

 

Life is not complete without an authentic Sock Monkey.

 

I've probably had Little Miss Helpful since kindergarten. But I'm not sure.

 

This doll appears to have a mohawk.

 

When I was in high school, there was this dude that had a crush on me. Three different times he went to Kings Dominion and brought me back stuffed toys. There is George Jetson, Boo, and Tee. We had this joke about Boo, Tee, and Shaniqua...so that's how the lion and the Panda got their names...

 

Smurfs, and their underwater cousin, a Snork.

 

I don't remember this Gigglet thing, but it kinda scares me.

 

The orgy of animals on my bed:

 

Stuffed up onto my shelves: