Honey Bear

My parent’s dog is beyond a mystery to me. This dog is like no other. I’m surprised it survives the routinely adventures around the house – let alone a daily walk. Every week, if not sooner, I hear another story or adventure this dog has encountered which, most times, results in a trip to the vet. We might as well invite the staff at the Veterinary Hospital to our Thanksgiving & Christmas dinners they know my parent’s so well. It all started when the cute little French Bulldog was purchased by my parent’s, my mom was VERY persistent of owning a Frenchie – “as they call them” (my mom would say). Okay. Anyway, this dog was babied from day one – “don’t yell at her”, “don’t be too rough”, “she needs special bedding”, “special collars & leashes”, “can’t be left in the back yard alone”….”special dog food”; that’s where it started to go downhill. I don’t know why, but they had to change her dog food about 3 or 4 times because she kept vomiting & having explosive diarrhea, as my mom vividly informed me of. They kept switching dog foods until they found just the right one – of course the more expensive of the brands. Problem solved. Next, they practically perimeter the entire back yard with chicken wire so she wont go behind the bushes along the fence because she may eat something bad. As she get’s older, she becomes more hyperactive – much to me and my daughter’s dismay. Every morning as I drop my daughter off to work, our legs are a scratching board & our hips spring boards to which she lunges at despite my mom’s calm “no honey bear, no” response. Sometimes my mom will even reach for her collar and hold her back. “oh she’s just so excited to see you guys”. Yes mom, I can see that but it doesn’t make her actions OKAY. Whatever. I don’t have to live with that damn thing. Over the summer, they find out that Honey Bear cannot handle the heat and every time she’s outside for too long in the summer she get’s heat stroke (they had to take her to the emergency room because of this). So from now on they have to make sure to keep a damp towel or washcloth to drape over her if she’s in the heat too long. Pretty soon, I am informed that something made her throat swell up & she choked on her dog food; back to the vet. About a month later another trip to the vet was the result of some kind of skin infection, turns out she was allergic to tomato plants & was put on steroids. Even more reason to never let her out in the back yard…alone. A month peacefully goes by until she’s whisked to the vet from eating something (again) that made her sick. My mom’s theory is she ate some of the mushrooms that tend to grow in the back yard. That dog is NEVER going out back now! At this point in time, I entertain myself by asking my daughter, who is 3 years old, once in a while after picking her up:

 “Did grandma get mad today?”

Her usual response: “yes, at Honey Bear”.

 “oh did she yell?” 

“Yes”

“Why?”

“Because she was eating stuff on our walk”

“Like what?”

“Poop”

At this point I’m laughing & my daughter actually finds this daily scenario with her grandma quite amusing. I can ask her any random day of the week this same question, & it will always be “grandma got mad at Honey Bear”. Hey, at least it’s not my kid that’s acting up!

I’ve digressed; allow me to continue this list…

One Monday morning after a restful weekend, for me at least, I receive the routine attack as I drop my daughter off in the morning before work. My mom proceeds to tell me “Honey Bear almost died this weekend.” “Again?” I said. Well, it appears that my dad left the lid of their hot tub open and, of course, the dog dived right in only to sink straight to the bottom. Haven’t you guys learned? You’re dog is not capable of being alone in the back yard! I can barely believe my ears when she tells me of this, what more random thing can possibly happen with this dog? I shouldn’t have even wondered….

One afternoon my mom informed me she spent 20 minutes yelling, no, screaming at Honey Bear in the back yard by their woodpile. The neighbor heard her screams and called over the fence to see if she was alright. Well, my mom then yelled at the neighbor. Why all of this yelling and screaming? Because my mom couldn’t get the dog away from sniffing at the woodpile – which is infested with black widows. Again with the back yard. My list continues…

At least two visits to the vet have occurred to Honey Bear having an irritated vagina. Yes, her vagina was irritated. I saw it for myself, only because I didn’t believe when my mom told me. It was gross. WHAT DOG GETS A VAGINAL INFECTION??

Next but not least, another adventure into the back yard leaves my mom to discover Honey Bear hanging from her collar from a tree. I don’t know how in the hell to explain that one

The most recent of events, one of more to come I’m sure, was when the mailman came while my mom wasn’t home, and Honey Bear was….alone. I guess he had a package to deliver, so he continued up to the front door to drop it off. Well Honey Bear just wasn’t going to stand for that & busted through their kitchen door – which is glass. Not sure how much longer until my mom came home, but she walked into a bloody mess, shattered glass & a stunned pooch. The vet’s examined her and gave her some stitches in her foot. Apparently her cut wasn’t too bad but Honey Bear almost died from hyperventilation. It seems that her throat is so closed up due to extra tissue in her nostrils – something along those lines, that she constantly has a hard time breathing & can’t handle stress. So another visit is scheduled to have the tissue surgically removed.

As of today, Honey Bear has made it through the myriad of events and is thriving at the home of my parents, clear nostrils and all – just waiting for more adventures that await her.

3 months ago

one of the joke emails I received this morning..

RELATIONSHIPS - When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled ‘All Men Are Idiots.’  Then she will get on with her life.  A man has a little more trouble letting go.  Six months after the breakup, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, ‘I just called to let you know you ruined my life, and i’ll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you’re a total floozy.  But I want you to know that there’s always a chance for us.’  This is known as the ‘I Hate You I Love You’ drunken phone call, and 99% of all men have made it at least once.  There are colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need.
 
SEX - Women prefer 30-40 minutes of foreplay.  Men prefer 30-40 seconds of foreplay.  Men consider driving back to her place as part of the foreplay.
 
GATHERINGS - When men get together they talk about three things; money, football and women.  They exaggerate about money, they don’t know football nearly as well as they think they do and they fabricate stories about women.  When women gather, they talk about one thing: sex.  And not in abstract terms, either.  They are extremely graphic and technical, and they never lie.
 
MATURITY - Women mature much faster than men.  Most 17-year old females can function as adults.  Most 17-year old males are still trading baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class.  This is why high school romances rarely work out.
 
MAGAZINES - Men’s magazines often feature pictures of naked women.  Women’s magazines also feature pictures of naked women.  This is because the female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is lumpy and hairy and shouldn’t be seen by the light of day. 
 
BATHROOMS - A man has five items in this bathroom - a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap and a towel from the Holiday Inn.  The average number of items in the typical woman’s bathroom is 437.  A man would not be able to identify most of the items.
 
GROCERIES - A woman makes a list of things she needs and then goes out to the store and buys them.  A man waits til the only items left in his fridge are half a lime and a beer.  Then he goes grocery shopping.  He buys everything that looks good.  By the time a man reaches the checkout counter, his cart is parked tighter than the Clampett’s car on the way to Beverly Hills.  of couse, this will not stop him from going to the 10-items-or-less lane.
 
CATS - Women love cats.  Men say they love cats, but when women aren’t looking, men kick cats.
 
OFFSPRING - Ah, children.  A woman knows all about her child.  She knows about dentist appointments and football games and romances and best friends and favorite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams.  A man is vaguely aware of a short person living in the house.  
 
DRESSING UP - A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, get the mail.  A man will dress up for wedding and funerals.
 
LAUNDRY - Women do laundry every couple of days.  A man will wear every article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants that were hip about eight years ago before he will do his laundry.  When he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, hook up the trailer and take his mountain of clothes to the laundromat.  men always expect to meet beautiful women at the Laundromat.  This is a myth perpetuated by reruns of old sitcoms.
 
MIRROR - Men are vain; they will check themselves out in a mirror.  Women are ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny surce: mirrors, butter knives, store windows, Dr. Phil’s head.
 
MENOPAUSE - When a woman reaches menopause, she goes through a variety of complicated emotional, psychological and biological changes.  The nature and degree of these changes varies with the individual.  Menopause in a man (aka: mid-life crisis) provokes a uniform reaction..he buys aviator glasses, a snazzy French cap and leather driving gloves, and goes shopping for a Corvette.  
 
TOYS - Little girls love to play with toys.  Then when they reach the age of 11 or 12, they lose interest.  Men never grown out of their obsession with toys.  As they get older, their toys simply become more expensive and silly and impractical.  Examples of men’s toys: Hi-def, flat screen TV’s the size of semi.  Complicated juicers and blenders.  Graphic equalizers.  Small robots that serve beer on command.  
 
MOVIES - Every actress in the history of movies has had to do a nude scene.  This is because every movie in the history of movies has been produced by a man.  Men will only show their asses, because ass size doesn’t really matter.
 
JEWELRY - Women look nice when they wear jewelry.  A man can get away with wearing one ring and possibly a modest ear stud.  Any more than that and he will look like a lounge singer named Ramone.
 
TIME - When a woman says she’ll ge ready to go out in five more minutes, she’s using the same meaning of time as when a man says the game just has five minutes left.  Neither of them is counting time outs, commercials or replays.
 
FRIENDS - Women on a girl’s night out talk the whole time.  Men on a boy’s night out say about twenty words all night, most of which are ‘Pass the Doritos’ or ‘Got anymore beer?’
 
RESTROOMS - Men use restrooms for purely biological reasons.  Women use restrooms as social lounges.  Men in a restroom will never speak a word to each other.  Women who’ve never met will leave a restroom giggling together like old friends.  And never in history of the world has a man excused  himself from a restaurant table by saying, ‘Hey, Leroy, I was just about to take a leak.  Do you want to join me?’

3 months ago with 1 note

Haunted House for Atari - hahaha, this game’s name was more fun then the actual game itself. Well, when I was younger I used to love it just because you get to be a set of eyes that wanders through a “haunted house” finding pieces to some sort of jar, while trying to avoid spiders, ghosts & other miscellaneous creatures. I love all things scary, so at the ripe young age of 8 this game really appealed to me. Plus, I hadent invested in my own NES just yet, it was at my grandma’s lol..

3 months ago

PICSK Story: Cemetary Tour

In the month of October, Melissa & Amy’s days of hunting ghosts & reading scary stories came to life. Nancy & Helen wanted to go to the Cemetery’s Graveyard Tour this year. We were absolutely thrilled. Of course, the first thing we are told: “you are to stay with us! No sneaking off, & act right or we’ll leave!” This was a serious threat indeed. We promised to be on our best behavior & at the time, it was sincere because we wanted to go so badly. The big night comes; we wear our finest clothes because of course, we wanted to be fashionable walking around a dark cemetery at night. We also pack our cameras because Nancy insists on taking pictures of everything, in hopes of catching a glimpse of an electrical field in our pictures as the tour brochure had informed us. We skip across the street to the cemetery & wait for the rest of the group to gather. Nancy repeats her threat to make sure we hadn’t forgotten. Of course we didn’t! The tour begins & our guide, an older light skinned woman with wispy hair, greets us with her life history & tells us of her ethnic “Native American” background. Melissa & Amy just could not take her seriously as she then proceeds to talk about energy fields (ghosts) floating all around us. Before the actual tour of walking around even begins, Amy & Melissa completely lost interest. As we begin walking through the cemetery, giggles, snorts & strange noises begin & nudges are followed. Everything our “spiritually connected” tour guide said made us laugh out loud. After several attempts to sneak off into the dark, Nancy grabs our arms & we are closely watched by Helen. Nancy puts Melissa in control of snapping pictures, hoping to catch an “energy field”. As we continue the comical tour, we suddenly notice a magnificent sight right in front of us. How did we miss it? Low & behold just inches in before us stood two, perfect, matching Moonheads. We couldn’t believe it & instantly explode into laughter. Nancy & Helen are getting a little fed up with this disruption of their spiritual evening among the ghosts & gave us one full throttled lecture. For a few more paces through the cemetery in the complete darkness, Amy & Melissa kept quiet while the tour guide dramatically emphasized any “energy” field we came across. Finally the suspense was too much. Melissa quietly pulled out the camera, focused in on the prized Moonheads in front of us & pressed the button. All of a sudden the complete darkness was overcome with a bright white flash, blinding everyone around. She quickly stashed the camera back into her purse just as the Moonheads (& the rest of our group) turned around to see where the flash came from. The laughter from Amy & Melissa filled the chilly night air, & embarrassment flooded through Helen & Nancy’s eyes. Nancy seized the camera & the tour continued on its spiritual way. The mood from the beginning of the evening has completely changed by now. Anger was expressed over Helen & Nancy’s faces as they give us the famous line “we’re not taking you two anywhere again.” Melissa & Amy walked away from this evening not with spiritual enlightenment, or a new belief in the supernatural ghosts that float amongst us all (as put by the white faced, bushy haired “Native American” spiritual tracker lady). No, Melissa & Amy walked away that evening with a spectacular photo of not one, but two Moonheads gleaming in the night from that blinding flash.

3 months ago

PICSK Story: High School Orientation

The day we have been dreaming of has finally arrived; Melissa and Amy were going to be High Schoolers. It was late August as we sat in the large auditorium of McClatchy High School for our freshman orientation. After giggling through most of the presentation, which only our parent’s listened to, we snuck away & roamed the campus. As we explored the halls of our future high school & stopped at a vending machine for a crisp soda, we ventured to the abandoned second floor. We looked out the window & down below stood an innocent bystander, totally oblivious to the two giggling girls on the 2nd floor watching him. As we stand there hysterically laughing at the guy down below an evil force compels us to pour our soda on him from up above. Our aim was true & the soda lands on the crown of his head, splattering the fizzing liquid in all directions. We scurry down the hall undetected, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. That is until we come across an innocent garbage bin just waiting for an adventure. We hurled it down the stairs, laughing uncontrollably as it crashed down each step and echoed through the once silent halls. Thinking we were the funniest people in town, we start walking down the stairs when an infuriated custodian busted us. Very angrily he exclaims that we should be thrown in juvenile hall. Off to the principal’s office we were sent of a school we had yet to attend. The fury in our parent’s faces as they burst into the principals’ office was something we were habitually used to as well as their following lecture that they “can’t take us anywhere”.

 

3 months ago

PICSK Story: Movie Date at the Mall

Boy oh boy were we excited; we were going to the mall! It was about the summer of 1995, we were in 5th grade wishing to be in 9th. Helen & Nancy wanted to see the new movie Ransom at the theatres & surprisingly decided to take us along. We were psyched getting to go to the mall with your best friend at the ripe age of 10, not so psyched that we had to go with our parents, I mean hellooo we were 10 years old! Anyway, we met at our parent’s office with our neat little purses because we had oh so many important things to bring along with us. One of the ladies in the office, Bonnie Davis to be exact, wasn’t too pleased that our parents were skipping out on work to go watch a flick. Meanwhile, we head into the bathroom to apply our makeup that unbeknownst to our parents we brought along. Heavy eyeliner & eye shadow, glitter all over our cheeks & lipstick…we were ready to go! As we skip out of the bathroom, Nancy takes one horrified look at us & it’s back into the bathroom we go to wipe it all off. Sadly, our beautifully made up faces won’t make an appearance at the mall. Into the car we go with Helen & Nancy, singing our infamous songs of penises & shlongs, infuriating them on their would-be delightful girls day out. We made it to the mall, check out a store while giggling & creating as much of a scene as possible. But something was missing….it just wasn’t right being at the mall with your best friend without makeup! “We have to go to the bathroom”. We quickly re-apply our makeup full throttle & waltz out of the restroom. There’s that horrified look again! Somehow we were able to keep our artful looks the rest of the day. After a few more stores, & stares from other mall goers, we head to watch our movie. This had to be about the most exciting adventure yet, in the dark with your best friend to watch a movie we had no interest in whatsoever & full of sugar. We insisted on sitting as far away from our parents as possible but we were sternly told “NO!”; we were able to sit a few seats away. As the previews begin, so does our giggles, which soon turn into strange, movie disrupting noises & snorts. Halfway through the movie, popcorn is being tossed at puffy hair a few rows in front of us & a cup full of soda tossed to the unsuspecting chairs & maybe even people behind us. Suddenly our enjoyment comes to a screeching halt as some lady furiously tells our parents to get us under control…& they, after numerous attempts to contain us, gave up, moved across the theatre & acted like we weren’t their kids. As the movie comes to an end & the lights turn on, we quickly get out of our seats to find mass piles of popcorn & soda covering the floor, accompanied by more laughter. We were whisked out of the theater & briskly escorted back to the car, receiving multiple lectures all the way home. Together, we never did go to a single movie theatre again. 

3 months ago

PICSK Story: Sunday Morning Church

It was a beautiful Sunday morning and after a fun filled sleepover at Melissa’s house it was time for morning Church which Nancy would courageously take us to. This particular Sunday morning, stood out from the others. We slowly get out of bed, still sleepy & head down for breakfast. As we get dressed, & like putting on a pair of clothing here comes our hyperactive behavior. As we bounce into the car, fully awake we begin with our nonsense & chitter chatter about baldies, penises & maxi pads. After getting a few angry looks from Nancy, which was a cue for us to act right in public, we prance out of the car & skip up to the church doors. Mistake #1, Nancy allows Melissa & Amy to sit next to each other. Mistake #2, we ask Nancy what the seats are called, & she tells us. “A pew” she says; we bust up laughing as people are trying to settle down for a relaxing morning of service. Nancy didn’t seem too happy with our reaction to her answer. As a result, we are separated & she sits between us. Mistake #3, a bald headed guy walks in & sits right in front of us. We start giggling, which is followed by a few angry nudges from Nancy’s elbow making our giggles turn in to mulled laughter. As we stand up for song, his bald head just get’s funnier, maybe the light caught it just right, but our uncontrollable giggling starts getting noticeably louder. Nancy gives us a stern lecture with the wide eyes, which temporarily ceases our laughing. As the song ends & we begin to take our seats either Melissa or Amy (cant quite recall) makes a quick, juicy fart imitation in perfect unison with baldy bending over for his seat. That was it. Nancy waltzed us out of what was supposed to be a wholesome morning of church & sped us home. From that day on we were banned from Sunday morning church.

3 months ago

Poop on the cob

Whats your middle name?  
Eileen

How big is your bed?  
A king which we just found out is a California king after realizing king sheets don’t fit the bed.

Last person to make you laugh through text?
My PICSK.

What are you listening to right now?  
the radio

What are the last 4 digits in your cell phone number?  
4967

What was the last thing you ate?  
string cheese. It was delicious.

Last person you hugged?  
My Lily girl!!

You bored? 
shwaa.

How is the weather right now?  
Sweat inducing.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?  
Coworker.

What is the first thing u notice in the opposite sex?  
face first, then hand & forearms…I like hard working men ;)

Favorite type of Food.   
anything fucking fried! 

Do you want children?  
I already have one. More to come?

Ever get so drunk you don’t remember the entire night?  
nope, I control my liquor at least when I’m around people.   

Hair color?  
black.

Eye colour?  
Brown

Do you wear contacts/glasses?  
No.

Favorite holiday?  
Halloween….or Christmas.

Favorite Season?  
Fall.

Have you ever cried over a girl/boy?  
Of course. .

Last Movie you Watched?  
101 Dalmations – cartoon version.

What books are you reading?  
None.

Piercings?  
Ears

Favorite Movie?  
I have too many.

Favorite college football Team?  
Like I give a cracker.

What were you doing before filling this out?  
watching the person standing outside our office, waiting for them to leave.

Any pets?  
Two dogs & a husband.  

Dogs or cats?  
I swing both ways.

Favorite Flower?  
tulip.

Have you ever loved someone?  
awwww.

Who would you like to see right now?  
Dracula.

Have you ever fired a gun?  
Does a bb gun count? 

Do you like to travel by plane?  
Ehh it’s ok. Road trips are more fun.

Right-handed or Left-handed?  
Right

If you could go to any place right now where would you go?
under my desk so I can eat my cheese in peace.   

Are you missing someone?  
No.

Do you have a tattoo?  
Yes.

Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?  
They don’t have any now a days! At least not ones that are worth watching.

Are you hiding something from someone?  
Yes, I hid a can of soup under my husband’s pillow just to be funny, but he never found out.

Are you 18?
I’m 25!   

What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?
My 3 year old wearing a wig from the 60’s.

Did you get enough sleep last night?
No. I could not fall asleep for the life of me. It seemed like pacing the living room made it worse. Just as I started to fall asleep my husband began to snore.

First thing you thought about this morning?
Damn I’m tired.   

What do you have handy at your bedside?  
Panty hose. You know….

GRILLED OR FRIED?  
Fucking Fried!

WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE?  
Good question.

ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?  
I loved that show!

FAVORITE HANGOUT?
Behind McDonnalds.   

3 THINGS YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT?  
Phone, Car & tampons.

FAVORITE SONG?  
I don’t know.

WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?  
Insects & power outlets.

ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER?
Giver.  

WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?  

I don’t have any.

WHAT IS YOUR DADS MIDDLE NAME?
Xavier.  

WHATS YOUR MOTHERS MIDDLE NAME?  
Marie.

STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND & COULD TAKE ONE THING?
Tampons.  

FAVORITE T.V. COMMERCIAL?
Not the snuggie one that’s for sure!
  
Boyfriend/Girlfriend?
Married.

WHO’S YOUR CELL PHONE PROVIDER?
Metro PCS, yes, I’m a cheap ass.  

FIRST THING YOU’LL SAVE IN A FIRE?  
well, of course if no one is trapped inside then probably my photo album & my memory box.

Whats your favorite color?
purple & yellow.

WHAT ARE THE THINGS YOU ALWAYS TAKE WITH YOU?
phone, wallet, Ipod, keys & my positive attitude. Something more people need to bring with them.  

WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?
A veterinarian. Then I got a reality check.   

WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE CLOCK TURNS 11:11?  
I’m sleeping.

THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDSHEEt?  
green.

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED? 
mowing the lawn….. I don’t know why.  

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4 months ago with 1 note

The Rugrats Theory - & My Opinion

Tommy, Chuckie, Phil & Lil were all figments of Angelica’s imagination. Tommy was a stillborn-that’s why Stu, the dad, was obsessed with making toys for his child that never got a chance to live. Chuckie died long ago, with his mom; that’s why his dad was always so spastic. Phil & Lil were aborted-Angelica never knew if it was a boy or a girl-hence creating both. As for “All Grown Up”, Angelica was a bipolar schizophrenic who, as a teenage,r became addicted to various Narcotics, bringing her back to her childhood. Thus her creations she obsessed over, because of a time lapse between the present and the last time she interacted with her creations, she made them older. Angelica was constantally taking hits of acid, so she would never have to live without her creations, who were her only company, in a judgemental world.
Angelica’s mom actually died of a heroine overdose; Angelica was schizophrenic/bipolar because she was a crack baby… additionaly Drew, in his depression, married a gold digging whore, that Angelica idolized because she fooled herself into thinking it was her real mom, but always had a concept of her mom, Cynthia, and took a barbie doll, and made it after her mom’s image: wearing an unwashed orange dress, and having jacked up hair, which is why she was so attached to it. Later in life she followed in her moms footsteps with drugs and everything, dying of overdose at age 13 when “All Grown Up!” was “canceled”. 

The only Rugrat not to be fictional, however, was unborn Tommy’s brother Dil. However, Angelica didn’t know the differace between Dil and her creations. Dil didn’t follow her commands. After endless crying and a refusal to disappear like the others did when Angelica was angry with them, she hit him. And she hit him, screaming a screeching tune, Stu ran in and pulled his neice off of his only child, but it was too late… he had a brain hemerage, which resulted in a deformation. As he grew up his damage only became more evident. By the time he was 9 in “All Grown Up!”, he lived as an outcast, being ridiculed for his weirdness, and retardation. The immense guilt over this is what led to her drug use and also is what led Angelica to un-create the rugrats briefly, until her experience with hallucinogens.

On a trip to Paris to find love, Chaz married a hooker named Kira (he was actually going to marry a different hooker, but she just wanted him for his money), who had a daughter named Kimi that was torn from her, because she was a cocaine addict. (Angelica imagined her from Kira’s stories). Chaz lost his mind after the death of his wife, and was in denial that she was ever a prostitute… upon returning to America, Chaz and Kira married and she got her greencard. Kira continually stuggled with addiction, but was relatively happy with her life with Chaz.

Suzie was actually Angelica’s only friend, who entertained the thought of Angelica’s creations. For her, she later became a psychologist and teamed up with Nickelodeon to make the Rugrats! When Angelica died of drug overdose, Suzie helped arrange her funeral, Angelica’s death was caused by her addiction, she was expelled from society, which lead to a break with reality, and her eventual death. She spent the last days of her life in the back of the school cafeteria, imagining friends around her, and playing with the lives of her creations.

 

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OR MAYBE the creator of this cartoon just simply thought it would be entertaining, cute, funny & genius to create a KID’S show based on the adventures babies come across as viewed in their innocent, underdeveloped minds.

Angelica is a brat resulting from two full time working parents who spoil her out of guilt from not spending quality time with her.

Tommy is brave, confident & trustworthy. He is surrounded by supportive parents who love him & try to do their best in raising their first child – which can be scary.

Chucky’s mom died. Chaz is a nervous wreck due to this as raising your first child can be very intimidating, even stressful. So imagine doing it alone after losing someone you love, having to keep yourself together for the sake of this dependant human who needs you. Chaz’s nervousness of course rubs off on ever so cautious Chucky which makes him the character that he is. Being raised by one nervous parent causes him to be less confident, insecure & need someone of strength to lean on, which is Tommy.

Phil & Lil are just hilarious and, I don’t have any “theory” for them.

I do not believe that the babies are just a figment of Angelica’s imagination – she’s not even the star of the show, if there really even is a star Tommy would be it..

Is it not possible that the creator simply made the show based on what you see in the cartoons? People always want a mystery to solve, an underlying & disturbing twist, some sort of conspiracy. Whatever floats your boat, but I think this “theory” is over analyzed. It’s an entertaining theory & disturbing, but not how I personally feel the show’s foundation was created upon. Just babies & adventures, it’s as simple as that. Again, this is just my opinion. 

4 months ago with 2 notes