Ohh Snap!

While visiting Boston last month, I popped into Urban Outfitters at Faneuil Hall. UO definitely brings out the kid in me...I can barely get past the front entrance where they are always stocked with artful, quirky books, must-have tchotchkes, and some funny gag gifts.  I spent a good hour in that section alone while my Pea waited patiently outside on a bench for me.

It didn't take long before I stumbled across these little Lego cuties. UO is offering a series of individual "minifigures."  I grew up on Legos and just HAD to have at least 2 of them. This is what the packs looked like...

Collectibles at UO...get 'em while you can!

Boy, Legos sure have come a long way since my time!  I will forever love their C-shaped hands that could cleverly snap onto and hold a mug or a stick of some sort. So lookie now...times have changed and the assortment of accessories and themes have certainly evolved with the times.  I'm sending this hip snowboarder to my sister, Nan, who lives a charmed and active life out in Aspen...it had her name written all over it!

Check out her C-grip, holdin' her very own snowboard. :)

Isn't this one adorable, too?  "Ahoy, Matey...I seeeeee you!!!"

So plainly, my love for Legos is true.  Maybe I took my affinity for them a little too far when I opted for a Lego-esque, snap-on hairdo a few years back.  Take a look...

No hairspray necessary.  Definitely don't need to worry about any fly-aways here!

The photo above was taken in 2006 when my hair grew back with a vengeance post-chemo!  It was the most luxurious hair I had ever owned...brand-spanking new, black, soft, full and ever-so-helmet-like.  I swear that's the way it grew in...I had to let it take its course.

Uncanny resemblance to this, right?!!!

I remember my sister, Nan was visiting circa Fall of 2006 and apparently the last time she had seen me, I had zero hair on my head.  She looked at me, wide-eyed with a big ol' smile on her face and blurted out, "Omigod, Jay...is that a WIG?!!!

Really, Nan...do you think anyone would even sell a wig that looked like a snap-on Lego hair piece, never mind me buying one?!!! 

Me:  Nope, Nan...this is my real hair.  (Gotta love that girl...I truly do!)

"I can't pay the rent."

So, at the moment, I am fancying mustaches.  Mustaches have become the hottest thing (replacing owls) and are showing up on everything from t-shirts, jewelry and kitchy home goods.  They are even popping up as the main "funny" at weddings and events.  I can't exactly pinpoint why I have such an affinity for them, but I think I've narrowed it down to two possibilities:


1.  I can now proudly sport my stache, my little "fumanchu" if I may. OR  2.  My love for that silly, little skit from childhood which somehow provided hours of entertainment as a kid.


I can't think of anyone more who would enjoy this post than some of my sisters.  My sister, Nancy and I never seemed to tire of some good ol' fashioned fun.  We meticulously folded pleats onto a piece of paper like a fan, pinched it in the middle section and then used it for our performance...


a.  (Place fanned piece of paper under nose) - "You MUST pay the rent," in a deep, scary voice.  This is the villain.


b.  (Quickly move the folded paper to the top of your head, slightly off to one side) - "I can't pay the rent," in a mousy, pleading voice.  She is the damsel in distress, who has no money to pay the rent because she has spent way above her means like the rest of us.


c.  Repeat steps a. and b. as many times as you like (I think Nan and I averaged about 6 rounds or so.  I know, I know...we were weren't creative yet and therefore no improv occurred...EVER!!!)  So, don't forget the hand/paper motions, too...paper under nose, then on your head, under your nose, on your head.


d.  After the final cry, "I can't pay the rent!" here comes Money Bags!  (Paper fan gets placed under your chin) - "I'll pay the rent," in a manly-man kinda voice.


e.  (One last time on top of the head with full-on girl voice) - "My HEROOOO!!!"


f.  (And then final placement of the paper thingy, which by this point no longer looks like a hair bow, a mustache OR a bow tie...it looks like a nothing AND it's sweaty.  Just put it under your nose one more time) - "RATS...foiled again!!!"  And if you can keep the voices straight, you are way more talented than we were. ;)

Don't confuse Nan for Spock or Charlie Chaplin...she's just the Villain.

Acting can be grueling sometimes.

Love you, Nan!  Thanks for the fun memories...even though you tricked me into skipping down Manor Close with my eyes closed while trying to balance on the sidewalk and I wiped out and ripped through my best favorite white tights. ;)