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DoreenDoreen, over at HouseHoneys.com is doing a great post for us today, sure to make you laugh! If you are looking for inspiration for your home, garden, recipes and many other areas, Doreen has ideas for you. Among everything else, I have had the chance to get to know her through our Thursday Blog Hops (every Thursday at 6:00 pm est). She is a wonderful person and I’m happy to welcome her today! O.K., Doreen, take it away…

 

 

 

The blogosphere is a beautiful thing. There are blogs that will inspire
you with stunning photos and eloquent writing. There are blogs that will
teach you how to whip up a gourmet meal in a NY minute. There are blogs
that will show you how to build a 4000 sq. ft. home out of a few
pallets…

And then there is my blog. This is where you get to meet Chuckie.

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It doesn’t get any better than this, people. Let me ‘splain.

Years ago when our daughter was small, we bought her a large doll, aka
Chuckie. (I think you can figure out why we were inspired to name him
that.) Well, she hates dolls. She hates them now and she hated them then.
My mother had one of those dolls made that was suppose to look like her.
It creeped her out. She hated it. And she hated Chuckie. So Chuckie was
banished from the playroom and spent many lonely days in the attic,
wondering what on earth he might have done to deserve such treatment.

Feeling guilty, and in need of a way to make it look like someone was home
when we were away, I would take Chuckie from the attic and place him on
the sofa so his silhouette was visible from the street behind the sheer
drapes. With a head his size it was an easy sell.

One day we came home and found Chuckie no longer had his body and there
was a large scar on his face. When we asked him what happened, he said
‘you should see the other guy’. So now Chucky is just a big head.
When our daughter comes home to visit, I put Chuckie on her bed to
freak her out. Yeah, I’m a mean, sadistic Mom.

Chuckie now follows us around pretty much everywhere. Here he is at our
weekend place, relaxing near the fireplace…

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You might remember Fisherman said my ruffled pillow
looked like a doll’s body (gotta love ’em), so Chuckie felt it was his
duty to oblige.

Here he is waiting for us to come to
bed…

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And here he is patiently waiting for
dinner…

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He even managed to grab a bottle of vino when
our backs were turned. Pretty impressive for a head. He wasn’t too happy
when we told him he was too young to indulge. He kinda went ‘Chuckie’ on
us, and beat Fisherman over the head with his fishing pole. The guy at the
emergency room didn’t believe me. Go figure.

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Chuckie doesn’t know it, but his most
important job is yet to come.

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Our daughter recently got engaged and
she wants me to make a broach bouquet for her. I think Chuckie is just the
right size. I think I’ll cover him up with fabric, stick a few dozen pins
in him and call it a day. I think he deserves a prominent place at
her wedding, and it’s the least we can do for him after all he’s been
through.

She doesn’t read my blog so let’s keep this
our little secret, ok?

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Hi there!

I’m Becky, a former elementary school teacher turned certified child development therapist and blogger. I work at home with my husband and together we are raising (and partially homeschooling) our four children in the Carolinas. I love diet coke, ice cream, and spending time with my family.

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