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All this for a bear…
I’ve had a crappy week, Im not going to get into it but lets just say crappy is the polite word I have chosen to describe it. So yesterday when I found out I won a new furry therapy buddy from www.bearsnbuddies.ca through @momstownca’s #NonBlogHer party on Twitter, I was stoked. Ok, I was more then stoked, I was thrilled.
I have some serious guilt issues about being able to raise my Monkey the way she should be due to a serious lack of finances. That being said, my money is spent on her and I tend to stick to the essentials for me, or at least things I will use regularly (aka until they die). When I found out I won my first thought was “What can I get for Monkey?”, then after picking up 214 stuffed animals from her bedroom floor I changed my mind.
This furry friend was mine. I won it and dammit it was mine! And then came the great internal struggle…
The lovely Deb from bearsnbuddies.ca messages me this morning and says “Pick your prize girl :) ..pick any 15” animal…outfit and shoes :)”. CRAP! Part of me kinda hoped she would say “Do you want a Pirate bear or a Princess Pig?” SO much easier! Now not only do I get an AWESOME prize, Im customizing it!
Despite popular thinking, I am a full grown woman. I own a car, I pay my bills, I no longer have a bed time and Im allowed to use the good scissors. None of this however changed the fact that it took me 2 days and hours of thought (Luckily Monkey decided I didnt need sleep last night so I had time to think) to choose a stuffed animal (Not even a stuffed animal! A shell of an animal for me to create! Im practically giving birth to the little guy no wonder it was so hard!). Oh and did I mention I also get to dress my little furry therapy buddy?
Jesus H. Christ! Indecisive? Me? Never!
In a classic case of K.I.C.S.S. (Kid In A Candy Store Syndrome) I began to hyperventilate. I mean, I kinda figured I would get some choice, but DAY-UM! The hunt was on! So hours later I had it narrowed down to 2. 1 of which I sent over to Deb, then I sent the other, then I panicked. Just a little. Enough to make me think that maybe in the past 26 years I havn’t matured past the mental age of 9.
“So, umm Jodi, not that I dont LOVE reading your ramblings but did you happen to pick an effing bear?”
Why yes I did loyal reader! In what has since become a rather strange twist of fate, this little guy:
Will soon be stuffed and dressed in camo leading me into battle, or into dreamland depending on the day :)
