Ohmystinkinheck

In my post, Never Say Never, I did the dirty deed of coming up with 50, not 100, things about me. As I really don’t think you give a rip what my favorite color is (terracotta this week, but navy last, I’m pushing for avocado in the next couple), or whether I wear high-cut briefs or low-cut thongs (neither), I tried to really dig deep into the cavity that is my head. And surprisingly, some of y’all actually read it. I know, because there were comments and questions, and even more unbelievable - emails.

“MORE!” Your poor twisted souls asked for more. So, I have been trying to appease YOU - the mighty readers that drive my will to write - because honestly, I literally sip-up your comments as if they were the best lime margarita & sangria swirl ever blended; oh, except more salt - I need MORE SALT! BUT - and here’s the thing, my brain works in spurts and sputters.

So, today, while looking through last month’s photos, the wheels of my brain sputtered and cranked and *ding*diddle*dum* it dropped a thought from way, way back - even before the time I worked an entire 1000 piece puzzle of Ms. Piggy in purple sequins. It sat on a card table in my bedroom for weeks, but I did it. OH YES I DID.

Anyway, back to the thought droppage.

Remember Legos? I call this home design “Lego my Egg-O”. Profound, no?

This brought to mind yet another memory from my past. The one wherein I played with Legos and talked to myself. A lot. All by myself. I didn’t/don’t have siblings. I didn’t have an imaginary friend. I didn’t have a real life friend sitting there with me. That was waaaaaay before cyber friends. I didn’t have stuffed animals around me. I wasn’t recording my voice. I just talked. And talked. And talked. All.by.myself.

It was almost like a play, but it wasn’t. I was multiple people/voices/personalities, and usually someone was in a dreadful spot and I had to both create a problem and save the day. I was a hero and a villain. Out loud and alone.

I have to hand it to my parents. I know they heard me. Surely they stood outside my door and questioned whether to put aside money for my therapy. But never did they let me know they heard me. Never did they come through the door with a straight jacket or muzzle.

I can’t remember when I stopped talking scenarios out loud to myself, but I do know one thing. I think - honestly think - maybe it left when the Legos were packed up.

Funny thing those Legos … I unpacked them and heard my 10 year old in her room today … alone … talking.

Edited to add: Interested in #52? –> Bathroom conversations

12 Responses to “#51. Lego my Egg-O”

1. Mom2Six

   My four-year-old daughter talks and talks and talks…whether anyone listens or not. ALL DAY LONG! At bedtime, we have to ask her to stop so all her siblings will go to sleep. Otherwise, they complain that she keeps them awake.

   Even then, I think she falls asleep still talking. She doesn’t know how to stop. It must be a girl thing.

2. jen

   My daughter does that with her dolls and stuff in her room. she has 2 doll houses and a ton of little dora stuff. And I love when she plays with it, for she speaks out all the parts of all the characters and it is just SO CUTE! we sit by the monitor and listen to her.. maybe I should record it for posterity! hehe

3. Jill - GlossyVeneer

   I talked all the time as a kid and I still keep a running dialogue going with myself, especially when I’m making my regular drives for work. It keeps me alert. I think my dad fears that I never shut up ever. But I’m pretty sure that I only periodically talk during my sleep.

4. MMM

   Awwwwww. How sweet!

5. Big R

   My son who is 4 talks to himself, and anyone who will listen all day…he gets it from me, his poor unfortunate Dad..

6. OMSH

   It is so fabulous to share the oddities of my life and then have you guys validate that you are weird too I’m not so weird after all. :)

7. sherry

   Hayley never stops talking. Sometimes I wonder if Breanna will never learn to talk just because she can’t get a word in edgewise anyway. :P

8. MR. OMSH

   Yes, I can attest to the time when the voices left Heather’s head. See, we had been married only 3 short years when I finally had to pack up the Legos. Regrettably, our 10 year old daughter apparently has the same experiences…yet, she is not. all. alone. Please, whatever you do…DO NOT BUY YOUR CHILDREN LEGOS. Like the love of money, they are the root of all kinds of evil.

9. OMSH

   He’s a strange one.
   Very.Strange.

10. frugalmom

    Hah! My son does the same thing with his legos…a song or two have even been heard!

11. Never say never

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12. #53. I’m a hermit … wouldn’t you like to be a hermit too?

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