Over the last year or so, I have several times posted amusing things I've found lingering around my childhood home. [Tangent: There are a few examples here here here and here.] Since my dad's passing, my mom has done a lot of cleaning and purging and we are starting to come to terms with all the ridiculous hoarding that was taking place. [Tangent: No...its not gross hoarding. There's no fecal matter or animal carcasses hiding under piles of newspaper. We just have one too many junk drawers and boxes of miscellaneous "god knows what." My parents were always really resourceful and so throwing stuff away that "could" be of help oneday made them cringe.]
Perhaps the most amusing to me was a big box of warranties and instruction manuals...for everything our family has ever owned....ever. [Tangent: I cannot say I am above this behavior. My father must have trained me well, because I have a similar file folder in my bedroom. Naturally, my parents lived in this home for 33 years, so they have decades and many more purchases on me. My assemblage of warranties for gameboys and discmen and cordless phones is probably far less impressive.]
Anyway, some of these items from the long forgotten box were really really amusing to me... either because of the artwork, subject matter or just absurdity of the product. All of these items have long ago gone off to goodwill heaven (probably in the mid 90s), but their manuals live on. Also, I recognize that you probably will not share my misplaced enthusiasm, but who the hell cares! THIS IS MY BLOG!
Exhibit A: I know I have mentioned before here that my parents had all harvest gold appliances when I growing up. I know that whole midcentury modern kitsch thing is very hot now, but it wasn't in the late 80s/early 90s when we were still rocking all yellow appliances. I wish my mom still had them though, because look how happy they make this fridge model!!!
Exhibit B: Oh don't worry, there are more awkward vintage instruction manual models in the mix. The misplaced excitement of the fridge spokesmodel can only be matched by these joyous jai alai players. [Tangent: To be honest, we always just called this scoops when I was little, but many a spanish textbook has told me that it indeed called "Jai Alai." That term makes me sound like I know what I am talking about somewhat, even though it's clear I know nada about anything athletic related.]
Exhibit C: Even though it has been years since I have even known where my Teddy Ruxpin found his eternal resting place [Tangent: And I am now curious whether my brother's cassingle of Metallica's Enter Sandman was still placed in his back.] my dear mother held on to his included paperwork.
|Just imagining the horror associated with bathing with Mr. Ruxpin made me laugh hysterically. I am terrible.|
If only I could still get that poster!! Should I still try? Is the world of wonder corporation still in business? Probably not. [Tangent: Of course I tried to google what this mysterious poster looked like and I stumbled across this gem from PETA.]