Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Smurftastic!

I'm unsure of the quality of this one. I haven't done much today and am desperately trying to get this down on...........well it's not paper. What do we call this?? Anyway, I'm trying to get this stuff down but my friends Jeff and Ruthanne are babbling in the same room with me and I'm having a hell of a time focusing on this.

Not much has happened today, what with the Nor'easter that's blown into town. I went out earlier to Costco and had a heck of a time traversing the streets o' Norfolk thanks to all the flooding.

Fortunately, pictures from the last race I ran were waiting for me in my email and this gem was included:



I guess this would be mildly funnier if the race wasn't on Halloween and the runners were encouraged to wear costumes... But regardless, my slow arse is being chased by a Smurf!! How fantastic is that??

I guess you fine folks don't know of my long-standing love affair with the Smurfs. It's okay, I'm a complex, multifaceted person. I don't expect you to know everything about me. Anyhoo, the Smurfs and I began our lopsided love affair back in the late 70s at The Thoughtfulness Cottage in Middlesex, NJ. At the time, my mother had an obsession with greeting cards and felt the need to visit a (Hallmark, of course) card store at least once a week to stock up on cards that she would ultimately forget to give to anyone. I'm not sure who spotted the Smurfs first -- me, my mother, or my cousin Lori. All I know is that Lori and I wound up in some sort of unspoken competition to collect Smurfs. So every week when my mother would drag me to The Thoughtfulness Cottage, she'd pick up one or two Smurfs for me. And since my grandmother was always with us, there was a good chance I'd get one or two out of her too.

Somehow, I wound up with 180 Smurfs. All shapes, sizes, and various sizes of mushroom houses (if you're not up on Smurf housing, it's ok). The gold mine occurred when my mother gave me about 50 one Easter, each one placed in a separate plastic Easter egg. The collection was so extensive that it was featured in the display case at our local library.

Yes, I realize how embarrassing that is.

My love of the Smurfs continued into the early 80s and extended to their TV show, a cassette tape of their collection of songs substituting most words with "Smurf" or "Smurfy," and my 7th grade Halloween costume. My poor mother banged that thing out the night before Halloween so that I could walk through the halls like a big blue goober. But I loved that costume.

Imagine my chagrin in discovering that I was being chased by one of my favorite things on the planet. Their 50th anniversary was last year and Mom sent me a commemorative Smurf package. Additionally, my good friends Anne and Don came back from Disney World with what was essentially "Drunky Smurf" -- a Smurf with a giant bottle of Champagne.

If only I had turned around. I'd love to know why dude man was dressed like a Smurf. Perhaps he was a kindred spirit. I'm bummed I didn't get the chance to find out, but am THRILLED that I have a picture of me at 40, being chased by a Smurf. :)

7 comments:

Robert said...

I bought 12 pounds of pistachio nuts at Costco yesterday.

Have you ever seen this guy?. He was taking large doses of colloidal silver for eczema or something and turned him blue.

Does the iPod on your arm slip or otherwise bother you? I don't think I could run with earphones & music. I am always so worried about being run over (I am one of the few runners you will ever see with the bright orange safety vest).

Robert said...

Dang! My link didn't work. Here it is:

Have you ever seen this guy?. He was taking large doses of colloidal silver for eczema or something and turned him blue.

Robert said...

Dang! It didn't work again!

Have you ever seen this guy?. He was taking large doses of colloidal silver for eczema or something and turned him blue.

Robert said...

I give up! You can cut/paste into your browser.

http://www.foxnews.com/photoessay/photoessay_4091_images/0530081227_M_paulkarasonblue450.jpg

AJ said...

Hahahaha! Please don't hurt yourself!! You mean this guy? ;)

http://cranialvault.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-it-make-my-brown-eyes-blue.html

Robert said...

Yeah, that guy!

I think I may have found my linking problem. Let's see....

Welcome home (((Sabi))).

AJ said...

Re: iPod -- no, doesn't bother me at all. I really need it. I ran the marathon with a dead one and it was not the most pleasant of experiences. I just keep the volume low enough so that I can hear people around me. I didn't click on your Sabi link but then saw his story in the paper this morning and couldn't figure out where I had seen his name before....