okay, so it's not a band camp story but i did get your attention right? well, it's a funny story none the less. i was reading a story tonight to elise about a unicorn that didn't have a horn. when i looked at the front of the book i realized it was one of my books i had as a child. then i remembered my obsession with the mystical animal. i mean OBSESSION. like the girl from the movie dodge ball kind of obsession. anyway, i had all sorts of memorabilia of unicorns. books, bedspread, curtains, stuffed animals you get my point and i was always begging my mom for one. "we could keep it in our back yard" i would say to her over and over and over. (i'm surprised at how my mom was able to keep her sanity dealing with me back then. now that i think about it i'm surprised how well my mom has kept her sanity with me now. i think the word denial comes to mind.) so when the circus was coming to town with none other than a real live unicorn you can imagine the hysterics and convulsions that went on in my house. my parents agreed to fork out the crazy amount of money i'm assuming the ticket cost and drove me to the show. now keep in mind, i could care less about the elephant running past or the jugglers with their impressive juggling and i really didn't like the creepy clowns. all i wanted was the unicorn to present itself in all it's fantastic glory. and after what seemed like FOREVER it finally happened. they brought out the unicorn standing on some sort of bus with a women in a glittery jumpsuit holding on to it. my heart was about to burst, that is until i really saw it. it wasn't a unicorn. it was a stupid goat with a plastic horn tied to it's head. what the crap? i looked at my mom and even she couldn't explain what i was seeing, because it definitely wasn't a unicorn. i mean really? if they were going to do it right, a goat? at least use a horse, please. after that night, my hopes and dreams of real unicorns in the world were shattered. i don't think i've ever recovered and i've made sure from the moment of birth to let my girls know unicorns are NOT real. sigh. funny how you try and try to forget things from your childhood only to have your children throw them back in your face.
Monday, August 10, 2009
so this one time in band camp....
okay, so it's not a band camp story but i did get your attention right? well, it's a funny story none the less. i was reading a story tonight to elise about a unicorn that didn't have a horn. when i looked at the front of the book i realized it was one of my books i had as a child. then i remembered my obsession with the mystical animal. i mean OBSESSION. like the girl from the movie dodge ball kind of obsession. anyway, i had all sorts of memorabilia of unicorns. books, bedspread, curtains, stuffed animals you get my point and i was always begging my mom for one. "we could keep it in our back yard" i would say to her over and over and over. (i'm surprised at how my mom was able to keep her sanity dealing with me back then. now that i think about it i'm surprised how well my mom has kept her sanity with me now. i think the word denial comes to mind.) so when the circus was coming to town with none other than a real live unicorn you can imagine the hysterics and convulsions that went on in my house. my parents agreed to fork out the crazy amount of money i'm assuming the ticket cost and drove me to the show. now keep in mind, i could care less about the elephant running past or the jugglers with their impressive juggling and i really didn't like the creepy clowns. all i wanted was the unicorn to present itself in all it's fantastic glory. and after what seemed like FOREVER it finally happened. they brought out the unicorn standing on some sort of bus with a women in a glittery jumpsuit holding on to it. my heart was about to burst, that is until i really saw it. it wasn't a unicorn. it was a stupid goat with a plastic horn tied to it's head. what the crap? i looked at my mom and even she couldn't explain what i was seeing, because it definitely wasn't a unicorn. i mean really? if they were going to do it right, a goat? at least use a horse, please. after that night, my hopes and dreams of real unicorns in the world were shattered. i don't think i've ever recovered and i've made sure from the moment of birth to let my girls know unicorns are NOT real. sigh. funny how you try and try to forget things from your childhood only to have your children throw them back in your face.
