I never had a Barbie, but my younger sister did. I remember knitting something for that doll but cannot recall any details. I got my girls Barbie dolls and sewed many outfits for them. My granddaughters now have those clothes. One granddaughter has an obscene number of those dolls and the clothes. Almost everyone was a hand-me-down, and she has given many away. I have played with her and most of that was simply changing outfits over and over on each doll. I don’t remember any dating being involved.
My oldest daughter was a bit older and not interested in baby dolls anymore. Same with her sister. The youngest had them around, so may have started playing with them at a much younger age. By that time there were some dolls with a more realistic body type, which is nice, IMO.
Good morning, all. No idea on the day yet other than greeting the sheriff at my front door at four forty five. He was glad to not have to wake up the entire house.
The plan for the day was to have the hospice nurse here followed by a volunteer while husband took son to speech in Lewiston but that has changed. Daughter and I will man the fort until the nurse arrives and I will call some friends later to see if anybody is available to help out.
Morning all. Yes that bucolic scene is still oh so lovely.
Praying this morning for you Aj that the treatment yesterday went well and your body is responding positively through it all.
Praying for Janice’s treatments this week as well…
My sisters and I had Barbies. They were used more for dressing up in lovely clothing…lots and lots of outfits! I had the redhead of course.
My little sister and I loved to play with baby dolls. She had four children and she has had her own childcare business in her home for about the last 30 years.
I was the Mom of four children and many foster babies…did the love of playing with baby dolls set the stage so to speak?
Beautiful morning and sunrise here. So nice to have a break from the rain with more to come. I have never had a garage before that I could park in. Sure is nice with all of this rain.
I went to church last night for a mid week study. This one is on places in the Bible in preparation for our Israel trip. Interesting to hear how important place is to Israel.
No, trouble in town with twenty one year old. Husband took her to the hospital in Lewiston. They are “looking for a placement for her” which means she will probably be back in town in a few hours without a placement.
My sister and I had so many Barbies. My Oma would make clothes for them – just beautiful clothes. We set up house and used the tiny baby dolls my Oma also made clothes for as their children. We had trailers and tents and swimming pools and oooh, I had the horse and all the accoutrements…. so much Barbie stuff. My cousins had lots too and when we got together we could fill a room with all the Barbie stuff. We made our Barbies go on adventures – no dating happened.
After me reading odd books in my public school library and teaching from my sister, my Barbie and Ken had lots of sex. Not sure they ever dated, just went straight there. I did not get them for my children but did get baby dolls. My adopted daughters threw out the baby dolls because their sister told them they were too old for them. So they had lots of stuffed animals but I noticed a lot of them were having sex as well. No accounting for life experience. I guess that is why they do doll therapy. A normal child would just dress them and play with them. A traumatized one would do other things.
Well, I would have liked having the horse that went with the Barbie doll’s later stable of accessories. I was amused with the Barbie for maybe a week? “Dating” wasn’t even a known concept for me at that stage.
Waiting for the harbor commission meeting to launch online, they’re a little late today. Also juggling a 4 p.m. news conference but have interviewed a couple of those folks in advance.
I think Abby has learned “Sit.”
But she only will do it (for now) inside her crate. She’s strongly tethered (still) to that open crate where she runs every time I get a treat out of a bag. Still some kinks to work out, but it’ll come. For now, I’m happy that she’s sitting, if only in there.
She did spend part of the night last night sleeping on the dog bed next to my bed, so that was a first. But she eventually went back out to the living room dog bed.
And after dark yesterday I spotted her up around the back fence. When I called her she shot across that yard and into the house like nothing I’ve ever seen. She is fast! Blink and you’ll miss it.
DJ, that is true, but we also live where the air hurts your face, so playing outside doesn’t last very long in winter. We also took our Barbies outside to play as well.
I spend some time on Twitter, not a ton. And I “follow” certain feeds, probably not the most edgy ones (on purpose). But we’ve all chuckled and been aroused and angered by some of the flame-throwing that’s so often now witnessed on our social media outlets.
So I thought this was an interesting piece by a minister on Twitter’s impact on the nation’s present-day discourse but more specifically on his own preaching:
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~ I noticed the problem when my joke didn’t land. I thought it was a witty take on a major cultural issue, but no one had any idea what I was talking about. My wife, who usually laughs politely at my humor, stared blankly. I was astonished, because this issue was all anyone had talked about for days . . . on Twitter.
That was the problem.
I shuddered to think how far out of touch I was. Inhabiting the insular, distorted world of the very online had affected my preaching. As I reviewed my sermons, I saw a shift in topics, my attitude, and my applications. I’d stopped preaching to my people and instead preached to the algorithm—to manufactured hate and misanthropic hot takes.
It didn’t take much prayerful reflection to see the seriousness of my mistakes. Passion is no substitute for love of people. You can have the right politics and culture-war salvos, but if you don’t have love, your sermon won’t bear fruit. I saw that if I continued preaching to my Twitter feed, I’d (at best) quench unity and stir up controversy. But there’s a “still more excellent way” that accomplishes a far better goal (1 Cor. 12:31). …
… The aim of preaching is the increase of love toward God and neighbor. That won’t happen if we focus on social media squabbles. …
… Witnessing the vitriol Tweeters often hurl at those with whom they disagree, I started to assume the worst of people. I allowed my mind to be discipled by this virtual culture, and I grew preemptively cold-hearted toward congregants I knew would disagree with me. I foolishly assumed people I know and love would treat me the same way online strangers who hide behind anonymous handles treat others. …
… Research shows the adverse effects social media has on mental health. People feel overwhelming anxiety when (doom)scrolling. God didn’t intend for us to be omnipresent—that’s one of his incommunicable attributes. God didn’t want us to know every sorrow on earth. It too quickly overwhelms because we feel desperate to help when we can’t. … ~
My background with dolls seems so odd compared to others experience. I had a Tiny Tears doll when I was at that age. I had a Tammy doll as I got older but never played much with her since everyone else had Barbies. Then I also had a very large and fancy lady doll my Dad brought back from his Navy tour of the Mediterranean. I think she came from France. I never cared much for her because she seemed untouchable. She sat in my doll crib and stared at me. I could write a Twilight Zone episode about her😀
I might have gotten more into dolls had I been given more of them to play with. My favorite was my best friend’s newborn doll that seemed so lifelike.
I think my brother and I received gifts that would keep us outdoors, more like badminton, volleyball, basketball (my father put up a hoop in the backyard), tricycles, wagons, scooters, bikes, skates (my father put up a hoop in the backyard) or board games for rainy days. We were always outside. Dolls would have been an inside toy and never played with much from my parent’s perspective, I suppose.
One more day to half through treatments. At this point it has been mostly a mental drain/ strain.
I just walked about an hour in the driveway so that makes me feel good. We are under tornado watch so I wanted to get my walking in early. Other walkers were out so I guess they had the same idea. Neighbor guy and dog Calvin went for a walk so we are in sync😀
Surely the bigger dog must be named Hobbes.
~ The recent passing of Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI, even more than his nearly unprecedented resignation from the papacy nine years ago, may mark the end of an era in the modern Roman Catholic Church. In the midst of technological and cultural changes more rapid than any other in human history over the past half-century, Rome has managed to present itself as a rock of tradition and orthodoxy. Not entirely, to be sure. Underneath its veneer of stability have simmered any number of counter-currents of doctrinal discontent and liturgical innovation, not to mention the sickening moral rot of seemingly endless sexual abuse scandals.
Compared to the fractured and fractious landscape of American Protestantism, with our fog machines and self-help spirituality that plays right into the expressive individualism of modern culture, Rome has often looked like an unchanging refuge, whatever its warts. Accordingly, the phenomenon of “swimming the Tiber” has become something of an epidemic among evangelical elites since the 1990s, as dozens of notable intellectuals, disenchanted with the sorry state of Protestantism, have decided to give Rome a go. …
… Needless to say, it is hard to feel a similar respect for the Rome represented by Pope Francis, whose mealy-mouthed revisionism on key moral orthodoxies has embarrassed conservative Catholics while endearing him to progressive elites. Since Francis ascended the papal throne in 2013, the tide of high-level Protestant conversions to Rome has slowed somewhat, but the mere continued presence of Benedict, lurking in the shadows as pope emeritus, has enabled many to look past Francis’s foibles and imagine a Rome that was still steadfast. No longer.
To be sure, Francis himself is in declining health, and it is possible that a more conservative successor will be waiting in the wings. However, one scans the horizon in vain for a conservative Roman Catholic with the sheer intellectual firepower of Benedict XVI. As Rome’s luster dims in the years ahead, Protestants must seize their opportunity to once again assert intellectual leadership of Western Christianity, defending creedal and moral orthodoxy with scholarly rigor, rhetorical clarity, and pastoral grace in the midst of a confused and darkening world.
Some said that John Paul II was the last of the “real” Catholic popes. There was hope with Pope Benedict, but something made him step down. I’m not going to speculate what, but there it was and he was gone.
I had one Barbie doll and her cousin, or whatever she was, and a Ken. I was more interested in building their house floorplans out of blocks and spent far more time doing that. and inventing storylines to match.
They were, however, married. 🙂
And they never went outside.
My kids, and even me, preferred LEGO. They still work with LEGO and have tons of it.
Abby came into the office area to visit. I’m now working on having her associate coming to me with “Abby, Come!”
But then when I tried the “Sit!” command, she spun around and ran (galloped?) into her crate, turned around and was sitting pretty, waiting for me to provide a treat.
She’s smart, but some of her signals are crossed … lol
Oh, yes, Jo, enquiring minds want to hear that story.
My children had (and I still have the bucket full of them) generic Legos that I ordered from the JC Penny catalog. My children played with them a whole lot. My grands seem to prefer the generic Lincoln Log set from Sam’s. I also made generic Cabbage Patch dolls for my girls. Those were days when our dollar had to be stretched. I liked to buy gifts that stretched the imagination and creativity.
I gifted one daughter with a ventriloquist doll. We still have it and she took a picture of it when she was last home. It is a girl, and the hair is quite the sight. Scary is the word she used, but she loved it. Her cousin had a bad habit of putting a penny in the dolls mouth. Actually, I think he also swallowed some himself. But I digress. I bought that for her because she was not as talkative as her sister, and I thought it might help her express herself in a new way. I don’t think that happened, but they sure had fun with that doll.
I had a pair of wooden marionettes purchased just over the Mexico border — wait, or was it from a vendor on Olvera Street in downtown LA? Probably the latter thinking of the timing. I was maybe about 10?
Abby won’t come to me for treats, even when I wave things like cheese at her (her favorite). She runs into her open crate, sits, and waits. Sigh. But I’m working at one thing at a time here, so right now “Sit” is the focus. She sits and she gets a treat handed over by me.
I may have to close up the crate for a while to transition her out into the open for more efficient command training.
Janice – Your mention of your scary doll reminds me of all the nightmares I have had (for decades) about dolls or Barbies that are secretly alive. Often in the dream, I will notice that the doll’s head or eyes have shifted when I wasn’t looking. In other dreams, I see the eyes or head slowly move to look at me.
Nightingale once had a rather largish doll that could stand on its feet. I dreamed that it started walking towards me, and I tried to slap it down. In my dream, I was slapping the doll, but in real life, I slapped Hubby who was lying in bed beside me!
Even at my age (I’ll be 62 tomorrow), I do not like the idea of having any dolls downstairs here. Good thing I have a grandson, and he is not into dolls! And I still occasionally have those creepy dreams.
You probably know that “Twilight Zone” did have an episode about a scary doll named “Talky Tina”. “My name is Talky Tina, and I’m going to kill you!” (Said to the mean step-father.)
Kizzie, I never dreamed about the doll,
and I never really liked her, but I felt a bit guilty knowing my father thought I would really appreciate her.
Art got home really fast. No traffic. Without power at the office, no need to stay. One of Art’s employees and her husband were in Griffin where the big tornado hit, and they were stuck there in their car. Also one of the tornados hit in their town so they did not know what they’d find when they got home.
Unlike Jo, I prefer to keep my car out when it rains (not that I have a choice, but if I did I still would leave it out) — free car wash!
I remember the Talky Tina episode, dolls can be really creepy for some reason.
Late assignment today, I’d written most of the story ahead of time but had to add a few graphs after getting home. Ran into a port exec there who confirmed something I was trying to nail down on another ongoing story.
Elvis Presley’s daughter died, in her mid-50s, heart attack is what is initially known. 😦
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The bucolic scene is still here. 🙂
I never had a Barbie, but my younger sister did. I remember knitting something for that doll but cannot recall any details. I got my girls Barbie dolls and sewed many outfits for them. My granddaughters now have those clothes. One granddaughter has an obscene number of those dolls and the clothes. Almost everyone was a hand-me-down, and she has given many away. I have played with her and most of that was simply changing outfits over and over on each doll. I don’t remember any dating being involved.
My oldest daughter was a bit older and not interested in baby dolls anymore. Same with her sister. The youngest had them around, so may have started playing with them at a much younger age. By that time there were some dolls with a more realistic body type, which is nice, IMO.
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Good morning, all. No idea on the day yet other than greeting the sheriff at my front door at four forty five. He was glad to not have to wake up the entire house.
The plan for the day was to have the hospice nurse here followed by a volunteer while husband took son to speech in Lewiston but that has changed. Daughter and I will man the fort until the nurse arrives and I will call some friends later to see if anybody is available to help out.
And so life goes in this bucolic land.
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The sheriff at 4:45? Trouble in the nest?
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Morning all. Yes that bucolic scene is still oh so lovely.
Praying this morning for you Aj that the treatment yesterday went well and your body is responding positively through it all.
Praying for Janice’s treatments this week as well…
My sisters and I had Barbies. They were used more for dressing up in lovely clothing…lots and lots of outfits! I had the redhead of course.
My little sister and I loved to play with baby dolls. She had four children and she has had her own childcare business in her home for about the last 30 years.
I was the Mom of four children and many foster babies…did the love of playing with baby dolls set the stage so to speak?
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Beautiful morning and sunrise here. So nice to have a break from the rain with more to come. I have never had a garage before that I could park in. Sure is nice with all of this rain.
I went to church last night for a mid week study. This one is on places in the Bible in preparation for our Israel trip. Interesting to hear how important place is to Israel.
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No, trouble in town with twenty one year old. Husband took her to the hospital in Lewiston. They are “looking for a placement for her” which means she will probably be back in town in a few hours without a placement.
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My sister and I had so many Barbies. My Oma would make clothes for them – just beautiful clothes. We set up house and used the tiny baby dolls my Oma also made clothes for as their children. We had trailers and tents and swimming pools and oooh, I had the horse and all the accoutrements…. so much Barbie stuff. My cousins had lots too and when we got together we could fill a room with all the Barbie stuff. We made our Barbies go on adventures – no dating happened.
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After me reading odd books in my public school library and teaching from my sister, my Barbie and Ken had lots of sex. Not sure they ever dated, just went straight there. I did not get them for my children but did get baby dolls. My adopted daughters threw out the baby dolls because their sister told them they were too old for them. So they had lots of stuffed animals but I noticed a lot of them were having sex as well. No accounting for life experience. I guess that is why they do doll therapy. A normal child would just dress them and play with them. A traumatized one would do other things.
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Oh, and my daughter couldn’t have cared less about dolls and Barbies. She loved Lego and playing outside.
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Well, I would have liked having the horse that went with the Barbie doll’s later stable of accessories. I was amused with the Barbie for maybe a week? “Dating” wasn’t even a known concept for me at that stage.
Waiting for the harbor commission meeting to launch online, they’re a little late today. Also juggling a 4 p.m. news conference but have interviewed a couple of those folks in advance.
I think Abby has learned “Sit.”
But she only will do it (for now) inside her crate. She’s strongly tethered (still) to that open crate where she runs every time I get a treat out of a bag. Still some kinks to work out, but it’ll come. For now, I’m happy that she’s sitting, if only in there.
She did spend part of the night last night sleeping on the dog bed next to my bed, so that was a first. But she eventually went back out to the living room dog bed.
And after dark yesterday I spotted her up around the back fence. When I called her she shot across that yard and into the house like nothing I’ve ever seen. She is fast! Blink and you’ll miss it.
Those long, long legs …
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kare, that’s because playing outside is always more fun.
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DJ, that is true, but we also live where the air hurts your face, so playing outside doesn’t last very long in winter. We also took our Barbies outside to play as well.
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kare, lol.
I think I may have a creature from Narnia — half dog, half horse.
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I spend some time on Twitter, not a ton. And I “follow” certain feeds, probably not the most edgy ones (on purpose). But we’ve all chuckled and been aroused and angered by some of the flame-throwing that’s so often now witnessed on our social media outlets.
So I thought this was an interesting piece by a minister on Twitter’s impact on the nation’s present-day discourse but more specifically on his own preaching:
_______________________
~ I noticed the problem when my joke didn’t land. I thought it was a witty take on a major cultural issue, but no one had any idea what I was talking about. My wife, who usually laughs politely at my humor, stared blankly. I was astonished, because this issue was all anyone had talked about for days . . . on Twitter.
That was the problem.
I shuddered to think how far out of touch I was. Inhabiting the insular, distorted world of the very online had affected my preaching. As I reviewed my sermons, I saw a shift in topics, my attitude, and my applications. I’d stopped preaching to my people and instead preached to the algorithm—to manufactured hate and misanthropic hot takes.
It didn’t take much prayerful reflection to see the seriousness of my mistakes. Passion is no substitute for love of people. You can have the right politics and culture-war salvos, but if you don’t have love, your sermon won’t bear fruit. I saw that if I continued preaching to my Twitter feed, I’d (at best) quench unity and stir up controversy. But there’s a “still more excellent way” that accomplishes a far better goal (1 Cor. 12:31). …
… The aim of preaching is the increase of love toward God and neighbor. That won’t happen if we focus on social media squabbles. …
… Witnessing the vitriol Tweeters often hurl at those with whom they disagree, I started to assume the worst of people. I allowed my mind to be discipled by this virtual culture, and I grew preemptively cold-hearted toward congregants I knew would disagree with me. I foolishly assumed people I know and love would treat me the same way online strangers who hide behind anonymous handles treat others. …
… Research shows the adverse effects social media has on mental health. People feel overwhelming anxiety when (doom)scrolling. God didn’t intend for us to be omnipresent—that’s one of his incommunicable attributes. God didn’t want us to know every sorrow on earth. It too quickly overwhelms because we feel desperate to help when we can’t. … ~
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https://www.thegospelcoalition.org/article/preaching-twitter-feed/
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My background with dolls seems so odd compared to others experience. I had a Tiny Tears doll when I was at that age. I had a Tammy doll as I got older but never played much with her since everyone else had Barbies. Then I also had a very large and fancy lady doll my Dad brought back from his Navy tour of the Mediterranean. I think she came from France. I never cared much for her because she seemed untouchable. She sat in my doll crib and stared at me. I could write a Twilight Zone episode about her😀
I might have gotten more into dolls had I been given more of them to play with. My favorite was my best friend’s newborn doll that seemed so lifelike.
I think my brother and I received gifts that would keep us outdoors, more like badminton, volleyball, basketball (my father put up a hoop in the backyard), tricycles, wagons, scooters, bikes, skates (my father put up a hoop in the backyard) or board games for rainy days. We were always outside. Dolls would have been an inside toy and never played with much from my parent’s perspective, I suppose.
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My parents were creative and we did find a horse in the backyard one year. Wondering how he did that since we lived in Folsom Prison?
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One more day to half through treatments. At this point it has been mostly a mental drain/ strain.
I just walked about an hour in the driveway so that makes me feel good. We are under tornado watch so I wanted to get my walking in early. Other walkers were out so I guess they had the same idea. Neighbor guy and dog Calvin went for a walk so we are in sync😀
Surely the bigger dog must be named Hobbes.
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Another good piece
A call for Protestant intellectual leadership
Benedict and a passing moment of Catholic influence
https://wng.org/opinions/a-call-for-protestant-intellectual-leadership-1673523158
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~ The recent passing of Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI, even more than his nearly unprecedented resignation from the papacy nine years ago, may mark the end of an era in the modern Roman Catholic Church. In the midst of technological and cultural changes more rapid than any other in human history over the past half-century, Rome has managed to present itself as a rock of tradition and orthodoxy. Not entirely, to be sure. Underneath its veneer of stability have simmered any number of counter-currents of doctrinal discontent and liturgical innovation, not to mention the sickening moral rot of seemingly endless sexual abuse scandals.
Compared to the fractured and fractious landscape of American Protestantism, with our fog machines and self-help spirituality that plays right into the expressive individualism of modern culture, Rome has often looked like an unchanging refuge, whatever its warts. Accordingly, the phenomenon of “swimming the Tiber” has become something of an epidemic among evangelical elites since the 1990s, as dozens of notable intellectuals, disenchanted with the sorry state of Protestantism, have decided to give Rome a go. …
… Needless to say, it is hard to feel a similar respect for the Rome represented by Pope Francis, whose mealy-mouthed revisionism on key moral orthodoxies has embarrassed conservative Catholics while endearing him to progressive elites. Since Francis ascended the papal throne in 2013, the tide of high-level Protestant conversions to Rome has slowed somewhat, but the mere continued presence of Benedict, lurking in the shadows as pope emeritus, has enabled many to look past Francis’s foibles and imagine a Rome that was still steadfast. No longer.
To be sure, Francis himself is in declining health, and it is possible that a more conservative successor will be waiting in the wings. However, one scans the horizon in vain for a conservative Roman Catholic with the sheer intellectual firepower of Benedict XVI. As Rome’s luster dims in the years ahead, Protestants must seize their opportunity to once again assert intellectual leadership of Western Christianity, defending creedal and moral orthodoxy with scholarly rigor, rhetorical clarity, and pastoral grace in the midst of a confused and darkening world.
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Trying to get my mind around @2:15
lol
There’s a larger story there …
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Some said that John Paul II was the last of the “real” Catholic popes. There was hope with Pope Benedict, but something made him step down. I’m not going to speculate what, but there it was and he was gone.
I had one Barbie doll and her cousin, or whatever she was, and a Ken. I was more interested in building their house floorplans out of blocks and spent far more time doing that. and inventing storylines to match.
They were, however, married. 🙂
And they never went outside.
My kids, and even me, preferred LEGO. They still work with LEGO and have tons of it.
I had one shoebox full. 🙂
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Abby came into the office area to visit. I’m now working on having her associate coming to me with “Abby, Come!”
But then when I tried the “Sit!” command, she spun around and ran (galloped?) into her crate, turned around and was sitting pretty, waiting for me to provide a treat.
She’s smart, but some of her signals are crossed … lol
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Jo, wait, what?!! @2:15
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Abby’s all about those treats!
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Oh, yes, Jo, enquiring minds want to hear that story.
My children had (and I still have the bucket full of them) generic Legos that I ordered from the JC Penny catalog. My children played with them a whole lot. My grands seem to prefer the generic Lincoln Log set from Sam’s. I also made generic Cabbage Patch dolls for my girls. Those were days when our dollar had to be stretched. I liked to buy gifts that stretched the imagination and creativity.
I gifted one daughter with a ventriloquist doll. We still have it and she took a picture of it when she was last home. It is a girl, and the hair is quite the sight. Scary is the word she used, but she loved it. Her cousin had a bad habit of putting a penny in the dolls mouth. Actually, I think he also swallowed some himself. But I digress. I bought that for her because she was not as talkative as her sister, and I thought it might help her express herself in a new way. I don’t think that happened, but they sure had fun with that doll.
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I had a pair of wooden marionettes purchased just over the Mexico border — wait, or was it from a vendor on Olvera Street in downtown LA? Probably the latter thinking of the timing. I was maybe about 10?
Abby won’t come to me for treats, even when I wave things like cheese at her (her favorite). She runs into her open crate, sits, and waits. Sigh. But I’m working at one thing at a time here, so right now “Sit” is the focus. She sits and she gets a treat handed over by me.
I may have to close up the crate for a while to transition her out into the open for more efficient command training.
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DJ – I can just imagine her panic at running to the crate for the treat and finding it closed. 😀
As I’ve mentioned, Janie also has long legs, and she often prances like a little horse. So cute! So I can imagine how Abby must look.
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Janice – Your mention of your scary doll reminds me of all the nightmares I have had (for decades) about dolls or Barbies that are secretly alive. Often in the dream, I will notice that the doll’s head or eyes have shifted when I wasn’t looking. In other dreams, I see the eyes or head slowly move to look at me.
Nightingale once had a rather largish doll that could stand on its feet. I dreamed that it started walking towards me, and I tried to slap it down. In my dream, I was slapping the doll, but in real life, I slapped Hubby who was lying in bed beside me!
Even at my age (I’ll be 62 tomorrow), I do not like the idea of having any dolls downstairs here. Good thing I have a grandson, and he is not into dolls! And I still occasionally have those creepy dreams.
You probably know that “Twilight Zone” did have an episode about a scary doll named “Talky Tina”. “My name is Talky Tina, and I’m going to kill you!” (Said to the mean step-father.)
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Kizzie, I never dreamed about the doll,
and I never really liked her, but I felt a bit guilty knowing my father thought I would really appreciate her.
Art got home really fast. No traffic. Without power at the office, no need to stay. One of Art’s employees and her husband were in Griffin where the big tornado hit, and they were stuck there in their car. Also one of the tornados hit in their town so they did not know what they’d find when they got home.
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Unlike Jo, I prefer to keep my car out when it rains (not that I have a choice, but if I did I still would leave it out) — free car wash!
I remember the Talky Tina episode, dolls can be really creepy for some reason.
Late assignment today, I’d written most of the story ahead of time but had to add a few graphs after getting home. Ran into a port exec there who confirmed something I was trying to nail down on another ongoing story.
Elvis Presley’s daughter died, in her mid-50s, heart attack is what is initially known. 😦
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Glad Art is home safe
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Home safe from my shopping trip. It is an hour drive to Walmart from here. But I got some lamps, a toaster and a few other things.
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My sister never had Barbies, she was more of a tom-boy. Ironically she is the one who gave my daughter her first Barbie.
My brother used to say, “If you want to get back at an enemy, buy his daughter a Barbie. He’ll go broke getting all the accessories.”
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