So apparently Toys 'R Us has changed alot since the good old days - you know, back when He-Man, She-Ra, and Light Bright were still the cool toys. I remember bright shining lights, beautiful rows of toys, and everything being so neat and clean. We went Christmas shopping for Sully (circa this weekend) and got a dirty, dollar-tree looking store (no offense to Dollar Tree, though) with a sign on the front door reading Firearms Prohibited Inside The Store. You think?
Where are all the cool toy stores? Inquiring minds want to know!
Showing posts with label begeezus scary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label begeezus scary. Show all posts
12.20.2009
9.21.2009
hugo
It seems like just yesterday, although today marks 20 years. But still, I remember it so vividly. It was a Thursday. I know because I always had gymnastics on Thursdays. My Mom picked me up and when we got home, I recall her saying (to my Dad): Ray, I went to the grocery store and all the milk and bread was gone. I saw people boarding up their windows. This storm isn't coming for us. Why are people panicking?
It was only a few short hours later that I woke to a loud rumbling in the attic just above my bedroom (boxes, moving around). Scared and a little confused about all the talk of this guy they called "Hugo", I crept into my parent's bedroom. 5 minutes later, we were all three in the downstairs bedroom - trying to sleep but waiting. The rain and the wind picked up and I heard it. The train. You know, the train they always talk about. When a hurricane is coming. It's true. I clearly remember that sound and laying in the bed with my parents in that tiny downstairs bedroom. I was terrified.
Somehow we slept through most of the madness and rose the next morning to find a true mess. Granted, it wasn't the disaster experienced in my new hometown of Charleston, but, at our house in Lancaster, trees were toppled (5, I think), one giant tree-trunk lay slain across our front porch, debris was scattered, power was out... we lived on a dead end street, the entrance was completely blocked by a grand-daddy sized oak. My poor swingset had been massacred - my biggest concern.
As a child, it was almost like an adventure - no escape from our street, dinner by candlelight for over a week, no school, and lots of talk and wild stories. Now as an adult, I realize the severity and how lucky we were to escape with so little damage. Three tall pines nestled right in beside our sunroom windows, and they were all down that morning. Had the wind blown in any other direction, our house would have been traumatically beaten. But they fell away.
It's a day I will never forget as long as I live. And almost impossible to believe that it was 20 years ago.
It was only a few short hours later that I woke to a loud rumbling in the attic just above my bedroom (boxes, moving around). Scared and a little confused about all the talk of this guy they called "Hugo", I crept into my parent's bedroom. 5 minutes later, we were all three in the downstairs bedroom - trying to sleep but waiting. The rain and the wind picked up and I heard it. The train. You know, the train they always talk about. When a hurricane is coming. It's true. I clearly remember that sound and laying in the bed with my parents in that tiny downstairs bedroom. I was terrified.
Somehow we slept through most of the madness and rose the next morning to find a true mess. Granted, it wasn't the disaster experienced in my new hometown of Charleston, but, at our house in Lancaster, trees were toppled (5, I think), one giant tree-trunk lay slain across our front porch, debris was scattered, power was out... we lived on a dead end street, the entrance was completely blocked by a grand-daddy sized oak. My poor swingset had been massacred - my biggest concern.
As a child, it was almost like an adventure - no escape from our street, dinner by candlelight for over a week, no school, and lots of talk and wild stories. Now as an adult, I realize the severity and how lucky we were to escape with so little damage. Three tall pines nestled right in beside our sunroom windows, and they were all down that morning. Had the wind blown in any other direction, our house would have been traumatically beaten. But they fell away.
It's a day I will never forget as long as I live. And almost impossible to believe that it was 20 years ago.
9.09.2009
10.21.2008
As a soon-to-be mother, I've found myself interested, lately, in topics that never crossed my mind before. One that is quickly becoming the giant "monster in the closet" of topics for mothers of young children is Autism. Tackling "1 in every 166 children", it may dampen development or create the inability to speak or even express emotions (to name a few). Although the thought of Autism is frightening, not thinking about it could be detrimental for that sweet little bundle that you love and adore. For anyone who may be interested, I stumbled across this article in Newsweek - click here to check it out!
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