Monday, November 17, 2008
O is for Owl
The Nineties were so awesome. Or rather, the Nineties were all that and a bag of chips. Pogs, Tamagotchis, Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, and the best thing of all? Beanie Babies. Hoot the Owl was my very first, spawning an addiction to everything Ty. What started out as a simple need for cute six-dollar stuffed animals turned into never removing the tags turned into creating a spreadsheet so I could keep a chronological list of when I acquired one, where I acquired one, and who enabled me that week. (What? I was a weird kid.) This one time at a beanie baby party at a Barnes & Noble, I won a prize for my ability to name the ten newest teanie beanie babies from McDonald's in under ten seconds. I KNOW. Young Gretchen is probably flipping out at Present Gretchen for storing the seventy-some-odd toys in a box in her closet. "You were supposed to becme rich off of those things!" she yells. "Ha ha! Silly girl," I tell her. But then I pause and wonder how much my Princess Di Bear will sell for in thirty years.
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Bessie the cow was my first, and my mom spent $5,000 on her Beanie Baby collection. She was way more obsessed than me or my sister. She had all the collector bears. She used to buy them off of eBay.
I think I was a little old for the Beanie Baby fad. I never owned one.
I totally had a fit of obsession in HIGH SCHOOL. I know, don't judge. But then I sold a bunch of them a year or so later, and then gave the rest to my neighbor's kid after I tried selling those and barely got any money. Boo.
I hope you had a hammock in the corner of your room for all of them.
I totally have the Princess Di bear.
^So do I.
I think Young Gretchen and Young Nerd Goddess should have been friends, because I was pretty dang obsessed, too. Except I actually played with mine. But I still obsessively kept the tags on, and tried NOT to throw them out into the snow, which may or may not have happened with a friend of mine... yes. Mine are also now stuck in a box in the closet.
I agree, the nineties were full of all kinds of awesome.
Oooh the Beanie Baby phase--I remember that! My neighbor was OBSESSED and her mom used to take us to McD's every week to try and make sure that we each got each of the new ones that came out.
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