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June, 1987. I was 18, and had just graduated high school. And yes, that is Murphybear with me.
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Wait, didn't we have a similar question recently? Anyway, people who know me know my answer to this.
That is the Gunderson clan. See the bear in the middle? That would be Gunderson (with his siblings Augustuson and Minderson), who is my oldest bear. He arrived in my life the Christmas I was 9, and he went with me everywhere. He now (mostly) hangs out in the armchair lair of bears, with ....
The Murphy clan! (I don't have a recent photo showing the other two members, must fix that.) Murphybear is in the middle (with Thirby on the right and Dearby on the left), and he became part of the family on Christmas day when I was 11.
And then, of course:
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clovisdvlbunny. Er, holding the head of Sauron in this picture. Clovis turned 21 this year. Clovis was the ring bearer for mine & the Stroppy One's wedding. Clovis sleeps above my head every night. Clovis has yet to give me bad advice (and believe me, he is not shy about giving me advice.)
I am the perfect target audience for the Toy Story movies, and "Jessie's Song" turns me into a sobbing wreck every time.
EDIT: Here, a story that explains my relationship to my fuzzy companions. Long ago, I was dating a not-very-good guy. Misogynistic, emotionally abusive at times, controlling, tried to isolate me from my friends, the works. One of the main things that finally made me realize that I needed to break up with him? When he informed me that when we moved in together, I was going to "get rid of the stupid stuffed animals".
Whereas the Stroppy One, when we were planning the wedding, said "I assume Clovis is our ring bearer?"
Wait, didn't we have a similar question recently? Anyway, people who know me know my answer to this.
That is the Gunderson clan. See the bear in the middle? That would be Gunderson (with his siblings Augustuson and Minderson), who is my oldest bear. He arrived in my life the Christmas I was 9, and he went with me everywhere. He now (mostly) hangs out in the armchair lair of bears, with ....
The Murphy clan! (I don't have a recent photo showing the other two members, must fix that.) Murphybear is in the middle (with Thirby on the right and Dearby on the left), and he became part of the family on Christmas day when I was 11.
And then, of course:
clovisdvlbunny. Er, holding the head of Sauron in this picture. Clovis turned 21 this year. Clovis was the ring bearer for mine & the Stroppy One's wedding. Clovis sleeps above my head every night. Clovis has yet to give me bad advice (and believe me, he is not shy about giving me advice.)I am the perfect target audience for the Toy Story movies, and "Jessie's Song" turns me into a sobbing wreck every time.
EDIT: Here, a story that explains my relationship to my fuzzy companions. Long ago, I was dating a not-very-good guy. Misogynistic, emotionally abusive at times, controlling, tried to isolate me from my friends, the works. One of the main things that finally made me realize that I needed to break up with him? When he informed me that when we moved in together, I was going to "get rid of the stupid stuffed animals".
Whereas the Stroppy One, when we were planning the wedding, said "I assume Clovis is our ring bearer?"
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Over the past few days of browsing stores with Halloween merchandise, I have only purchased THREE items.
- Skull-decorated cupcake liners.
- Wilson's black gel color for frosting.
- Two oven mitts with glow-in-the-dark skeleton hands on them.
Okay, I have not yet been to Michael's or a big JoAnn's. But still! Marvel at my restraint and willpower so far!
More proof I am a grown-up: I finally made the appointment for my follow-up mammogram. Which I had kind of been dragging my feet on, and YES, I know that such things are important and should not be delayed. I KNOW. My appointment is tomorrow.
Of course, possibly negating any claim I have to adulthood: I stopped by the darling neighborhood thrift store (that is entirely staffed by sweet little old ladies), and discovered a brand-new, miniature version of one of the Gund bears I collect. I, erm, may have squeaked and bounced up and down. And then walked home with my parasol and a bear tucked under my arm. What? Now the Murphy Bear Clan has a new brother. I just need to figure out what his name is. (The other four bears are Murphy (who was the first), Dearby, Thirby, and Bigby. See this post for a longer explanation about Murphybear and why he's so important to me.)
- Skull-decorated cupcake liners.
- Wilson's black gel color for frosting.
- Two oven mitts with glow-in-the-dark skeleton hands on them.
Okay, I have not yet been to Michael's or a big JoAnn's. But still! Marvel at my restraint and willpower so far!
More proof I am a grown-up: I finally made the appointment for my follow-up mammogram. Which I had kind of been dragging my feet on, and YES, I know that such things are important and should not be delayed. I KNOW. My appointment is tomorrow.
Of course, possibly negating any claim I have to adulthood: I stopped by the darling neighborhood thrift store (that is entirely staffed by sweet little old ladies), and discovered a brand-new, miniature version of one of the Gund bears I collect. I, erm, may have squeaked and bounced up and down. And then walked home with my parasol and a bear tucked under my arm. What? Now the Murphy Bear Clan has a new brother. I just need to figure out what his name is. (The other four bears are Murphy (who was the first), Dearby, Thirby, and Bigby. See this post for a longer explanation about Murphybear and why he's so important to me.)
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