Do you know this man, er, bear?
Jan. 29th, 2006 06:56 pmI don't think any of you know my one great love! Which is to say the one creature in my life that has always been there for me in good times and bad, in sickness and health. Okay, there was a time in the eighties where we kind if drifted apart, but mostly, he has been my constant companion for over 29 years. If there was a fire, he is always number one on the 'to save' list. He's, really, not even on the list because it is assumed that he would be coming with me. No question.
And I know he isn't 'alive' or 'animate' or 'real', but he is a very important part of my life. And I know it sounds nuts, but I can't imagine not having him. I take him with me when I travel (er, not overnights, mind). I sleep with him at night. He's a good pillow. And offers unconditional support. When I don't have him to sleep with I need to find a pillow or blanket that I can kind of mold into his shape or I won't sleep well.
Everyone, meet Bish. Bish, everyone.
Okay, and I know I am going on and on about a stuffed bear. But, seriously, there have been times in my life where I have been in tears because I have been afraid of something happening to him. I'm not crazy. And I do know that he isn't a real thing. But the amount of comfort I get from him is, seriously, there are no words.
People laugh at me because I still have a teddy bear. But I say "poo poo on you!" Maybe the time will come when I don't want or need him in my bed every night, but that time surely isn't now. I love my Bish. Something I have no qualms sharing with my friendslist, as I am totally locking this post so it's friends only.
We all have our 'things'. This is mine. And I adore him.
It has been a day. Actually, it's been a weekend. Walking to Staten Island gave me a blister. Damn Staten Island! But having been, I never have to go back. WooHoo!
Today I tired to sell books to a used bookstore and made twelve clams. Nice. They wouldn't take the hard cover Kings though, even for free, which means I had to tote them back. Feh. Tonight I made my chicken-sausage-throw-a-bunch-of-stuff-into-a-pan-and-serve-over-brown-rice which was delicious and I made a banana cake with cream cheese frosting (from box, let me be clear). Also, I napped. Not a bad weekend, overall.
Last night I watched a documentary on the Space Program which was interesting. I was flipping between that on the History Channel and a 'CNN Presents' about Christa McAuliffe. I know they are going to make it as heart-tugging as possible, but she really seems like such a wonderful, spirited person.
Tomorrow back to the salt mines. Stick a fork in me.
ps- I have no clue how I got the name 'Bish' (I got him, though, as a gift from my grandmother, though it was really from my mom as se saw him and had to get him but then Granny was all 'oh, let me give it to her' and my mom, who couldn't refuse Granny anything was all 'okay' but really she wanted him to be from her so I think of it as from my mom and Granny. But mom first). But it's always been Bish. So there you go. And yes, I know, it sounds like 'bitch'. I'm okay with that. =)
And I know he isn't 'alive' or 'animate' or 'real', but he is a very important part of my life. And I know it sounds nuts, but I can't imagine not having him. I take him with me when I travel (er, not overnights, mind). I sleep with him at night. He's a good pillow. And offers unconditional support. When I don't have him to sleep with I need to find a pillow or blanket that I can kind of mold into his shape or I won't sleep well.
Everyone, meet Bish. Bish, everyone.
| My main bear Hi! |
| My Bish Have you ever seen a friendlier face? |
Okay, and I know I am going on and on about a stuffed bear. But, seriously, there have been times in my life where I have been in tears because I have been afraid of something happening to him. I'm not crazy. And I do know that he isn't a real thing. But the amount of comfort I get from him is, seriously, there are no words.
People laugh at me because I still have a teddy bear. But I say "poo poo on you!" Maybe the time will come when I don't want or need him in my bed every night, but that time surely isn't now. I love my Bish. Something I have no qualms sharing with my friendslist, as I am totally locking this post so it's friends only.
We all have our 'things'. This is mine. And I adore him.
It has been a day. Actually, it's been a weekend. Walking to Staten Island gave me a blister. Damn Staten Island! But having been, I never have to go back. WooHoo!
Today I tired to sell books to a used bookstore and made twelve clams. Nice. They wouldn't take the hard cover Kings though, even for free, which means I had to tote them back. Feh. Tonight I made my chicken-sausage-throw-a-bunch-of-stuff-into-a-pan-and-serve-over-brown-rice which was delicious and I made a banana cake with cream cheese frosting (from box, let me be clear). Also, I napped. Not a bad weekend, overall.
Last night I watched a documentary on the Space Program which was interesting. I was flipping between that on the History Channel and a 'CNN Presents' about Christa McAuliffe. I know they are going to make it as heart-tugging as possible, but she really seems like such a wonderful, spirited person.
Tomorrow back to the salt mines. Stick a fork in me.
ps- I have no clue how I got the name 'Bish' (I got him, though, as a gift from my grandmother, though it was really from my mom as se saw him and had to get him but then Granny was all 'oh, let me give it to her' and my mom, who couldn't refuse Granny anything was all 'okay' but really she wanted him to be from her so I think of it as from my mom and Granny. But mom first). But it's always been Bish. So there you go. And yes, I know, it sounds like 'bitch'. I'm okay with that. =)
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Date: 2006-01-30 12:42 am (UTC)And I totally understand. I'm a 23 year old graduate student, yet Rocky the Raccoon has to travel with me everywhere. everywhere. Because OURLOVEISSOPURE! And I love that I, too, have had the "if there's a fire, I'm grabbing him" thought. Because I have.
Now I kind of want to post some pictures of Rocky...He and Bish could be stuffed internet buddies!
*dorks out*
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Date: 2006-01-30 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-30 02:30 am (UTC)I think there need to be stuffed animal icons now...
:)
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Date: 2006-01-30 01:11 am (UTC)I don't sleep with stuffed animals anymore, but I do have my bear from when I was a baby put away. And my Cabbage Patch dolls, too. Maybe I could buy a bigger bed to hold Mr. Sun, me, the Monkeys, and my bear.
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Date: 2006-01-30 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 02:32 am (UTC)Like AC, I assume once I get married Rocky will be relegated to somewhere else...except, he *is* a good snuggler. Dilemmas!
:)
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Date: 2006-01-30 02:43 am (UTC)Of course, that should read, "...my bear, from when I was a baby, put away." Because I'm pretty sure my mom never shoved me in a box and put me on a shelf. *sigh*
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Date: 2006-01-30 04:37 am (UTC)By the way, his name his Murf. Murf the Smurf.
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Date: 2006-01-30 03:42 am (UTC)And I have a bunch of other toys and stuffed animals up on top of my bookshelf. Too bad for any guy who doesn't like waking up to a room full of toys. HA!
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Date: 2006-01-30 04:17 am (UTC)Hee, now I'm totally gonna post a pic of Alvin. Bear love!
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Date: 2006-01-30 04:39 am (UTC)And I know people may look at you strange, but obviously from the above comments, you're not alone! I'm 30 and sleep with at least two or three stuffed animals, and I always take one with me when I travel. I've been mistaken for a child in the airport because there was a flop-eared rabbit sticking out of my backpack. Heh. Heck, I still slept with a stuffed animal when I was married. Maybe that was the problem, he couldn't compete with Loopie. *g*
Maybe I shouldn't admit that. But, yeah, there are people who get it. I was just looking at Loopie the other day and loving his matted old fur and the way his face is lopsided because of a dog-mauling and the resulting emergency surgery I had to perform.
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Date: 2006-01-30 07:54 am (UTC)I, too, love my stuffed animals dearly. And hey I'm worse - I sleep with 2 stuffed animals PLUS a little quilt that is like my blankie! Hehe.
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Date: 2006-02-02 08:24 am (UTC)I have my own Bish but her name is Canna. I have no idea where i got that name either :P