Deliciously Horrible Childhood Memory for Your Enjoyment!

As most of you know, I walk a bit of a twisty line. I don’t like Mixey Mixey food. I curse a lot. I think that love is all about Mr. Ketchup. I am addicted to teddy bears. There is lots of oddness going on around here and I’m okay with that. I always figure if you can do something in a fun way, why not? This leads me to a delightfully hideous memory that makes me both laugh and run screaming into the night each time I think about it.

When I was a little girl, like most of you, I drank out of a sippy cup. As I got older my mom let us drink out of plastic mugs (even though I always wanted to drink out of Daddy’s yellow and white checkered coffee mug.) I like cool and funky drinking containers to this day. Why have boring glasses if you can have weird ones?

Needless to say, I liked to make an adventure out of everything and for years I found a fun way to do that it the shower. NO! This is not some perverted story. I was around 7 when this silly shower fun began and if memory serves it went on for at least a couple of years.

I found a toy in my mom’ shower that was awesome for rinsing off soap and getting a drink without using the shower head. It was this cool thingy that I figured my mom also used for drinking and rinsing. I’d try and avoid being hit by the water coming out of the shower head and only use this awesome toy for bathing and liquid refreshment. I would fill my toy up with water and let it rain down on me like a delightful summer sprinkle. A successful shower was one where my thirst was quenched and my body cleaned by the cool red and white toy. Showering was fun! Mom didn’t even have to fight me to get me in there. I never told anyone about my pseudo shower toy. It was my own little shower-time fun.

Now, I’d like to introduce you to my favorite shower toy, out of which I DRANK and BATHED probably 500 times. Scroll WAY down to see it.











Do you feel my horror???? πŸ˜‰

Imagine my shock when I was in my THIRTIES and found out what my toy actually was!!! Good Lord have mercy… πŸ™‚

52 comments on “Deliciously Horrible Childhood Memory for Your Enjoyment!

  1. Look at the bright side – if you’d have been any less well adjusted, that would have turned into some kind of sick fetish or something – go give hubby a hug and a fist bump, you’re NOT fucked up! Woohoo!


    • Yuck is right!!! Ewwwww!!!! John, life is just full of insanity, of which this is one small (yet HORRIFYING) part!! πŸ™‚ I loved that damn toy!!! Glad you’ll have the grins at work, especially on a Monday!


    • Hi lifeinthedashlane!! Total Ewwwwwwwww!!! I couldn’t agree more! My poor mother was HORRIFIED when I told her the story. “You did WHAT??? With WHAT???” Ha ha! The look on her face was priceless. πŸ˜‰


      • I bet it was! I once had a dead mouse at the back of my fridge (in the motor housing assembly). Couldn’t find it for days! The stench was unbearable! I was readying myself and the kids to live in a hotel room until the source of the smell was found. Thankfully, my ex boyfriend took the back of the fridge off and found the decaying mouse and got rid of it. To this day, I still shudder when I remember that smell. Ewwww! I got a cat soon after that. No more mice!


        • Talk about ewwww!!! The stench of rotting anything is pretty bad, but especially a little mousie! That smell will stick with you forever. Ick! Smart for getting a cat! I love me some kitties, but they are also great mousie/bug hunters. Gotta earn their keep. πŸ™‚


  2. There should really be warning labels on those. I till get a shiver now and again recalling my own childhood “confusion” over that “toy” … lol … rather versatile playthings though


  3. I so wanted to play with this sucker when I was a kid, but my mom yanked it out of my hands and hid it! I guess I should be thanking her. πŸ˜‰


  4. Yeah that would freak me out just a little, but then you were only seven now had you been 16 and known what it was this would have been a whole different kinda post. But your flash back is the reason I hide and put away all my items. I don’t have kids, but I have nephew and all I need is him to come wondering out of my room with my vibrator in hand thinking it is a fun colored vibrating toy he can play with. I can just see him now switching it on and off and giggling. Then I’d have to listen to that story retold at family parties forever. Not something I ever want to happen.


    • Oh my gosh! You paint quite the picture! You would NEVER live that story down!!!!

      Yeah, thank God I was too young to know what was going on. That fact alone probably saved me thousands of dollars in therapy! πŸ˜‰


  5. My mother had one of those! (I didn’t use it as a shower aid…) come to think of it, I haven’t seen one in many years. Made a great hot water bottle though!


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