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taymichu:

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS GUY.
I was digging around for my Sims 3 game, and I knew it was in a clothes drawer for whatever reason. I opened up the top drawer, shuffled around, and looked over to see an old friend smiling at me. Right before Halloween, too!
My mom was big into Beanie Babies when they were all the rage, and I had a small collection of my own. Oh, how pissed she would get if the tags got damaged! Spooky here is special, though. I had another Spooky before this one, I don’t remember what happened but he ended up FUBAR. I think I got sick on him when I was little, actually. And I mean little- he came out in ‘95, so I was somewhere between 4 and 6 when that happened. Since I was ridiculously attached to this thing, the parentals rushed out to get a new Spooky for me.
Spooky went everywhere with me. Holy crap, this dude has seen some things. If I tried to wash him now, there’s a pretty good chance he would fall apart. (He feels like the inside of an old sock now.) But we grew up together- god knows how many years of love, dirt, tears, snot, and smiles are loaded onto his once white fuzziness.
I thought I left him at home, or that he was long lost by now. It was the best thing ever to open that drawer and see this reminder of all the good things I had growing up, and still have to this day. The best thing he reminds me of is my family’s love.
Spooky reminds me of how lucky I am to have the family that I have, and that no matter how bad things get, I have support and the knowledge that it’ll get better sooner or later.
And there’s my sappy nostalgic post for the month.

taymichu:

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS GUY.

I was digging around for my Sims 3 game, and I knew it was in a clothes drawer for whatever reason. I opened up the top drawer, shuffled around, and looked over to see an old friend smiling at me. Right before Halloween, too!

My mom was big into Beanie Babies when they were all the rage, and I had a small collection of my own. Oh, how pissed she would get if the tags got damaged! Spooky here is special, though. I had another Spooky before this one, I don’t remember what happened but he ended up FUBAR. I think I got sick on him when I was little, actually. And I mean little- he came out in ‘95, so I was somewhere between 4 and 6 when that happened. Since I was ridiculously attached to this thing, the parentals rushed out to get a new Spooky for me.

Spooky went everywhere with me. Holy crap, this dude has seen some things. If I tried to wash him now, there’s a pretty good chance he would fall apart. (He feels like the inside of an old sock now.) But we grew up together- god knows how many years of love, dirt, tears, snot, and smiles are loaded onto his once white fuzziness.

I thought I left him at home, or that he was long lost by now. It was the best thing ever to open that drawer and see this reminder of all the good things I had growing up, and still have to this day. The best thing he reminds me of is my family’s love.

Spooky reminds me of how lucky I am to have the family that I have, and that no matter how bad things get, I have support and the knowledge that it’ll get better sooner or later.

And there’s my sappy nostalgic post for the month.

doinital0ne

evrythingieverwanted:

Today Dave and I walked into an old toy store. I was admiring all of the adorable stuffed animals, and trying to stop myself from buying one, but then I thought of something. I’m thinking of buying a stuffed animal for my baby to take with it to it’s new home after it is born. I just want to give…