as a child of the 80s…and a child of divorced parents…there was absolutely NO shortage of must-have-it-right-now toys. my mother waited in a way too long line to get my sister and i our very first hard-faced cabbage patch kids. (and i made the mistake of saying “jerk alert” when she finally walked in the door with them, which meant i didn’t get to open up MINE while i had to watch my sister open hers. torture, i tell you. i mean, i was four) We had the first editions…the ones with the SOFT faces
talk about old school right there. then we had the regular ones. red heads. ones with glasses. ones with teeth! the preemies. the world travelers. the boys. the astronaut version. the olympic version. it was CPK mania at casa de ali. (only i’m not referring to California Pizza Kitchen. mmmm…)
and it didn’t stop there. Atari. Care Bears. Glo-worms, He-Man and She-Ra, Rainbow Brite, Strawberry Shortcake, My Little Pony, Pound Puppies, Teddy Ruxpin, Garbage Pail Kids cards. and those are just the toys. please don’t get me started on the clothing. please. if you know what’s good for you. although, i will tell you that Miss Heather and I have already discussed our matching black Debbie Gibson hats and if you are really, really nice to me…i may dig up a picture of me WEARING it. with my black and white biker shorts. THE HORROR!
i loved the heck out of my pogo ball, which totally beat the pants off of my neighbor’s boring old pogo stick.
the one thing i didn’t have, the one thing i remember wanting SO bad was a skip-it.
i mean, it wasn’t all that exciting, really. a piece of plastic at the end of a string. oooooooh. fancy. a $9.99 toy that i begged and pleaded for. and didn’t get.
alas, Emily doesn’t have a gazillion-and-a-half cabbage patch kids (oh, wait, she does…i take that back) (ps. i fought the urge to write eleventy billion. but, i think that song is totally overplayed. who came up with eleventy billion anyway??? or “i can haz”? because that one? needs to be put to rest. PLEASE. it was hilarious for a while…and now it’s just…OVER. but…then again, i OVERuse and abuse *weeps* and FAIL, epic fail, and fail whale and the like)
but she DOES have a skip it.
and now so do i. FINALLY
it was totally 80s night at the Blacks!
(funny side story about the Blacks. Shane, who i love. Shane, who may possibly be the nicest person i have ever met in my life. for serious. a shirt-off-his-back type of guy. Shane, who told me a story that i’m still laughing about, days later…. he and this other dude – whose last name is Dong – were booking ice time for hockey and sent an email around saying…’when you go in, it’s under ‘Black/Dong’…ahahahahahahahaha)
we hauled out the hula hoop!
and the jump rope!
don’t laugh at how, um, awesome i look
i’ve got these three on my side – (charlie’s angels?)