<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>vintage toys.  : RSS 2.0</title><link>http://www.plime.com/weird/f/3487/1/low.mtm</link><description></description><language>en-us</language><webMaster>plime.com</webMaster><copyright>2008, plime.com.</copyright><lastBuildDate></lastBuildDate><pubDate></pubDate><generator>Plime/1</generator><docs>http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss</docs><image><title>vintage toys.  : RSS 2.0</title><url>http://www.plime.com/images/logo.gif</url><link>http://www.plime.com/weird/f/3487/1/low.mtm</link></image><item><title><![CDATA[dOntEAtpOOp @ 8/24/2008 10:33:20 AM]]></title><description><![CDATA[<div class='qp pad d'><a class="page-dull td" href="/weird/f/3487/1/#q3"><b>&laquo;</b></a>&nbsp;<i><b>Bigbirdlover</b>&#160;:&#160;And we are not wierd people!</i></div>Keep telling yourself that.]]></description><link>http://www.plime.com/weird/f/3487/1/rss2_0.rss#q4</link><guid>http://www.plime.com/weird/f/3487/1/rss2_0.rss#q4</guid><category>weird</category><pubDate></pubDate> </item><item><title><![CDATA[Bigbirdlover @ 8/23/2008 9:56:23 PM]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hello I thought I was alone in my quest for my big bird. I am a pack rat too. My mom got our toys any way i was about 5 to 7 and it was christmas and i recieved a big bird, little people school house and other toys. My dad was mean his friends came over an thier daughter wanted my toys i hid them in the closet. She was a only child and was demanding I had 3 siblings. My dad made me give her all my toys even my beloved big bird, my brother and sisters didnt have to give up any toys, I was so hurt. I am 43 now and today- today layed eyes and hands on my big bird- well one just like mine he is old and worn but I found him on ebay and I got him back today. I have cried several times that hole in me is fixed, as for my dad he continued giving my things away while I was underage, I am an official pack rat! Thanx to someone out there who took care of this big bird. And we are not wierd people!]]></description><link>http://www.plime.com/weird/f/3487/1/rss2_0.rss#q3</link><guid>http://www.plime.com/weird/f/3487/1/rss2_0.rss#q3</guid><category>weird</category><pubDate></pubDate> </item><item><title><![CDATA[maven @ 3/1/2008 1:32:46 AM]]></title><description><![CDATA[I get it.<br/><br/>I'm the opposite.  My mom is a packrat, and I can't STAND that I keep accumulating 'stuff'.  I recently got a scanner so I can start scanning in a bunch of my stuff from high school and get rid of the hard copies.<br/><br/>And my mom still has some of the treasured toys from my childhood.  Last month, she actually sent me a box of McDonald's happy meal toys that I'd collected when I was in high school that were still at her house.  I told her she could have just pitched them...But she couldn't.  :)]]></description><link>http://www.plime.com/weird/f/3487/1/rss2_0.rss#q2</link><guid>http://www.plime.com/weird/f/3487/1/rss2_0.rss#q2</guid><category>weird</category><pubDate></pubDate> </item><table width='100%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='0'><tr class='lg plime2 trh'><td align="left" style='font-size:15pt'><b><div id='forum_header' name='forum_header'>vintage toys.</div></b></td><td valign='bottom' align='right' style='font-size:10pt'  nowrap="nowrap"> <a onclick='return false' class='page-dull td'>&lt;</a><span> <b><a class='page-selected td' href='/weird/f/3487/1/rss2_0.rss'>1</a></b> <a onclick='return false' class='page-dull td'>&gt;</a></span></td></tr></table><item><title><![CDATA[muppet @ 3/1/2008 1:19:18 AM]]></title><description><![CDATA[when i was young (REALLY young), my dad bought me a talking big bird doll.  it was kind of like one of those teddy ruxpin dolls.  he took cassette tapes, and i would do read-alongs with him.  it was absolutely magical.  i loved him so much that my dad took me all around the island looking for the cookie monster version.  we finally found him, and i loved them both. i think i was the happiest kid in the world (except maybe for those damn lucky b*****d kids who got those life sized power wheels and got to ride up and down the street).  <br/><br/>my mom had this bad habit of donating all of my toys while i was at school.  it wasn't a bad habit, actually.  i liked that she donated things instead of throwing them away.  the thing is, we really didn't get too many toys so i cherished all of the ones i had.  i mean, REALLY cherished.  i used to feel guilty when my parents would spend money on me because money was tight and even at 5 years old i knew money was a BIG, BIG deal (my parents used to fight about it a lot).  long story short, i resent my mother for donating my big bird and cookie monster dolls.  i cried for DAYS.  i just remember coming home and not seeing them in my room and freaking the hell out.  i think she felt pretty bad once she realized how much they meant to me.  20 something years later, i still want them back.  i found the big bird on ebay, and i'm going to be buying him.  i can't find the cookie monster, though.  <br/><br/>i think it kind of changed my life, you know?  i'm a total pack rat these days.  i can't let go of anything.  i keep all kinds of weird s**t.  i think it's because my mom took things away from me before i had a chance to let them go myself.  even after thinking there is a reason for it, i still can't get over it.  my house is a mess and all i really want to do is get those damn dolls back.  and when i do, i will find those cassettes, and those books, and i will listen to them and play with them.  i will pass them along to someone else when i'm good and ready.<br/><br/>dammit.<br/><br/>(do i sound completely insane yet?  because i kind of am)]]></description><link>http://www.plime.com/weird/f/3487/1/rss2_0.rss#q1</link><guid>http://www.plime.com/weird/f/3487/1/rss2_0.rss#q1</guid><category>weird</category><pubDate></pubDate> </item></channel></rss>