Posts Tagged ‘toys’

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Magpye’s Big Adventure

January 16, 2009

Boy has it been a busy week! You can tell because I haven’t even had enough time to waste at work to post even one blog entry all week long. And I had stuff to write about, too.

Last weekend, my friend D and I decided to hang out. So I met her at her place and we were sitting and talking, and somehow the conversation turned to ‘toys’ and I mentioned that I could never go into one of ‘those’ stores. Well, that was it – D was determined that not only was I going to one of ‘those’ stores, but that I was going to BUY something. I fought hard against the idea, I really, really did – I stonewalled with all my might… but D was not to be swayed. So after lunch, she dragged me to one of those places. I tried to make light of how embarrassed I was, saying to the clerk on the way in “If anyone calls, I’M NOT HERE”, and off we went to the little walled-off private area where they keep THOSE sorts of things.

May I say OH MY GOD????

I had NO IDEA what kind of stuff was out there. Holy crap. Frightening? Confusing? Awe-inspiring?? Just plain physically impossible???

People, if you have not been to one of these places, I suggest you go. And I suggest you be drunk when you do. It was the most hilarious thing I have seen in many years. I mean, sure, there were your average and sundry items that you’d expect, but then there were things… I had no idea how they would even be used. And I didn’t want to know. My knowledge base has increased exponentially through that one trip.

And of course, there was that one, creepy older guy, wandering aimlessly, seeming to try casually to saunter ever closer to me… ICK!

Well, whether I made a purchase and/or what it was I shall keep to myself. But the moral of the story is, go check out one of these places! They are a RIOT!!

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Being Ten in 2008

March 4, 2008

Son: “Check out my grim reaper Bionicle creature I made, and this is his apprentice.”
Me: “That apprentice looks kind of lame.”
Son: “I know, the grim reaper hates him.”
Me: “Then why does he have him for an apprentice?”
Son: “Well, you know… he’s a temp.”

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That’s right, kids… Mama’s going to Hell

January 8, 2008

Son: “Hey mom, next time you go to Wal-Mart, could you maybe please please get me a Bionicle battle pack?”

Me: “What the heck is a Bionicle battle pack?”

Son: “It’s for my Blahblahblah (some ridiculous Bionicle name).”

Me: “I am never going to remember that.”

Son: “Okay, well it’s these blue balls…”

Me: “Say that again?”

Son: “Blue balls.”

Me: “Sorry – one more time?”

Son: “Blue – mom, what’s so funny?”

Me: “Nothing, buddy. but if you’re going to keep playing with these Bionicle things like the world revolves around them, you may want to keep that phrase in the back of your mind.”