W- Is for Whoa!

Please go over to Petal and congratulate her on the birth of her beautiful daughter Maya (beautiful name, eh? *wink wink*)


What to write about?


My obsession as a teen with a one Mr. Joey "Whoa" Lawrence ?

And when I say obsession, I mean CRAZY.

I was a 300 Poster hanging, every episode of Blossom taping, every magazine article cut out and placed into a scrapbook nut. I had his doll (yes, there was a joey doll), the blossom phone (which essentially was a aqua phone with a sticker that you place on it that says "Blossom"- I had to send in 3 proofs of purchase off of Kellogg's cereal boxes and 12 bucks).

Which reminds me of a sad story in my childhood.

1989: I was 8.

I was looking at the back of the toilet paper rolls. The mascot was a pretty little girl. They were selling her doll: in blond or brunette.

I wanted that doll with all my being. It was a proof of purchase and $8.00. I saved my allowance, asked for advances, did chores until I finally had the money. I was so excited!

I gave my mother the envelope and the cash.

Weeks later, every time the UP*S truck would come by, I jumped- "Maybe it was my doll?" But no, it was always something my brother had ordered.

"Special Delivery: Not for you"

After waiting many months, I was disappointed but always held out hope that one day, it would come. my mother said it would.

Fast forward 6 months later: I was looking for something in my mother's closet (probably candy) and what did I come across?

The open envelope, with the proof of purchase: sans the money!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My eyes, filled with tears, ran over to my mother. She didn't send it, plus she actually "stole" my money. She said that she forgot to send it.

And she wonders why I cant hug her!

*Sniff Sniff*