The commander, the laughter and the fighter

I laid down on the bed in my multi-colored room. Four walls, four different colors. Sky blue, raspberry, bright orange and light green. My thirteenth birthday present: a grown-up room.

Image…and yet, not quite. On the orange wall next to the window, I pinned a Powerpuff Girl poster. A Paramore poster is above it, sure, but the real glint of my childhood shines from the Powerpuff Girl one.

I’ve written about them before. I was obsessed as a kid. Powerpuff Girl shoes, backpacks, socks, purses, shirts, movies, pencil cases, pencils to put in the pencil cases, books, dolls… you get the point.

It wasn’t until yesterday that I realized how The Powerpuff Girls really influenced me.

Here’s how the theme song goes:

Blossom, commander and the leader 
Bubbles, she is the joy and the laughter 
Buttercup, she’s the toughest fighter 

I looked at the poster on my wall. All three of the girls floating, their jets of color trailing along behind them. That theme song ran through my head. Along with my epiphany.

I am all three of The Powerpuff Girls.

I’m bossy like Blossom, sweet (and apparently “cute,” some would say) like Bubbles and a tough cookie like Buttercup.

I like to lead, but I also like to laugh and make other people smile. And when necessary, I can be pretty ferocious, especially when I’m fighting for something I believe in.

The Powerpuff Girls –– along with my mother, of course –– taught me how to be the woman I’ve become. I’m not taking their poster down any time soon.

C’mon, let’s face it, who doesn’t love little kindergarten-age girls who kick ass and save the world, all before bedtime? You’re crazy if you don’t.

That Bug

“You and that Bug,” he said, looking at me over his spectacles. It’s the customary look received upon stepping into his office (for me, anyway).

Yep. That Bug and me. The perfect pair.

I had my mom’s Suzuki Forenza today, and she took Bubbles. Why? Because I feared Bubbles lacked room to haul Adam and his belongings back home from Fredonia. Turns out Bubbles would have done the job just fine (Adam doesn’t over pack like I do). Flo (Mom’s car) is nice. She drives well and barely requires a touch of the pedal to get her going.  She even has an aux in outlet, and, with a chord, I can play my iPod flawlessly. What Flo doesn’t have is my personality. Bubbles does.

Bubbles is my baby. She’s a “she” not an “it” and I love her to death. It may seem odd for a person to have such an intense relationship with his/her car. But, if you think it’s odd, then you don’t know me and the way I think.

“You and that Bug.”

Yep, me and that Bug. [Excuse the “me and.” It adds emphasis.]

 

My room is disgusting

I’m not the most organized person in the world, but I do like for things to have their own place and not be spread out on the pink carpet on my floor. I usually do my laundry every weekend and tidy up my room at the same time. During the week I tend to just drop everything on the floor, and by the time the weekend arrives, I cannot stand it. Last week was crazy.

Valentine’s Day was on Monday. We didn’t do anything too special, but I did make Robby’s favorite dinner (mashed potatoes with chicken, corn, gravy and cheese – it imitates the mashed potato bowl KFC offers but it’s much better). I put red food coloring into the gravy and then poured it over the mashed potatoes I had dyed pink. Voila! Happy Valentine’s Day.

Tuesday was Trevor’s 22nd birthday. We drove out to Fredonia to take him out to dinner and then afterward, Mom and Dad took off in Jordan’s car with Trevor (and Jordan, of course) so they could go visit the bar that he works at. I was left with the keys to our red Suzuki Forenza and a 19-year-old brother that didn’t want to go with me to WalMart (where I needed to pick up stuff for the induction dinner). I drove him back to his dorm, took pain reliever he provided (my back was killing me) and then drove back to WalMart all on my lonesome. Well, long story short, I couldn’t find what I needed there.

Wednesday night, Mom and I ventured to Hamburg to find the special fancy paper I needed. We didn’t get back too late, but it was still exhausting.

Thursday was the nicest day of the week. I had Bubbles’ sunroof and windows open as I ran errands around town for the dinner (I should get reimbursed for gas, dammit!). I helped set up at the dinner venue, then rushed home around 5 o’clock only to rush back down at 5:30. Friday was supposed to be my night to relax…well…you already know about that dilemma.

Anyway, back to my room.

My bedside table is covered with: hair mousse, a cup with an inch of water (I’m still working on it), hand lotion, a phone case, an orange hair tie, a green pen, a phone, an earrings box (Robby got me sapphires!), a deck of cards that Robby personalized with our photo on the back of them, an orange pen, two retainers, a box of tissues, a photo album, a pink “click” super tampon (SUUUPER TAMPON doo doo doo doo doo doo!), a photo of Robby and me at prom, a black hair tie, two glasses of I-don’t-know-what from Friday, a hair doohickey, the cap to the hair mousse, a necklace with a diary key on it, a photo of my daddy and me, a sewing needle, a blue pen, a packet of that stuff that’s supposed to help your flowers live longer (which kind of looks like a condom), ANOTHER black hair tie, an iHome with one of my iPods on it, that plastic tube thingy that flowers come in in a bouquet, and I think that’s it. Whew!

My desk is another story. From here, I can see (since I’m still in bed):two purses, an empty orange pop can, an opened bag of Haribo (Kids and grown-ups love it so, the happy world of Haribo!), a giant Hershey Kiss, a photo printer, a container of generic Febreze, a book that I’m reading, X-Men The Last Stand DVD, two Hershey Kiss tins, a Drake Bell CD (Salvation Army for $1.50!), a box of chocolates, David sunflower seeds, a chocolate sucker Robby made me for Valentine’s Day (awww), a box of green apple Tic Tacs. That’s all I’m going to name for now. Phew!

The floor is littered with three different pillows, a few bath towels, a photo collage frame that I need to finish, my schoolbag, slippers, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (since I’m rereading the series for the seventh or eighth time), wrapping paper, jewelry supplies, and I don’t feel like naming anything more.

Just take my word for it; it’s a mess. At least I disposed of that cup of coffee from Friday that had nearly solidified…it was starting to stink up the whole room. I’m still in bed…maybe I’ll close my Netbook and go back to sleep…after I finish this glass of water on my nightstand.

Service available until midnight

From seven-thirty in the evening to 12:00 midnight yesterday, I was locked up in a house with two little girls. Now, maybe I shouldn’t use “locked up” because I felt nothing like how I felt when I babysat my terror of a cousin. No, these girls were little angels compared to my cousin and her little sister. Nobody was bossing ME around, and instead of begging for food all the time, the eldest kept wanting to play games and color and watch movies. Easy as cake.

I learned that three-year-olds are, in fact, tolerable, some six-year-olds aren’t as terrible as the rest of them, and that Hannah Montana is wayyyy too popular among youngsters. The cartoon version of the Eloise books are as cute as the actual movie with that adorable little girl, the people who make up preschool kid shows must be wanting them to learn Spanish (ex: Handy Manny, Go Diego Go!, and Dora The Explorer) and I am now out of the loop when it comes to Disney Channel (I didn’t know that those twins on that one show had gotten so big!). I learned never to believe a thing that the six-year-old said to me, the game Elefun is not fun unless there are batteries inside it, and nail polish bottles should be made childproof. I saw The Wiggles for the first time, and yes, it’s a great way for young kids to exercise and dance in front of the TV, but those four men gave me the creeps. I am sure that they probably are made of money because of this show, but the whole time we were watching it, I just wanted to say: “you know what they are really saying, right? Between every song they are probably saying: IhatemylifeIhatemylifeIhatemyjobIhatemyjob….” but obviously, I couldn’t. Their mouth movements did not even match up with the singing…I am sure that if this show had been out when I was little I would have adored it, but right now I don’t. The Wiggles definitely scared me.

It was a fun (and tiring) night. We played in a sink full of bubbles (and got soaked, I might add), made smoothies, played Polly Pockets and had fun with their Furr-Real friends (the giant horse and the cute little kitty). As for the TV shows we watched…. I think I will stick with my SpongeBob.

PPG 4EVER

When I was younger, I was majorly obsessed with a Cartoon Network program famously known as The Powerpuff Girls. Because we did not have cable (we were old fashioned back then), my parents bought me Powerpuff Girls episodes on videotapes. I had the books, the tee shirts, the pajama sets, the purses, the bookbags, and even a huge collection of the three dolls. From second grade until about the fifth grade, I was PPG obsessed.

This obsession all started the summer before second grade. The August of that summer, my family went on our annual trip to the Erie County Fair. I used to save up money all year long just to spend at the fair. I ended up playing one of those games where you have to shoot water into a minuscule hole from a pretty great distance. With my mom’s help with aiming the squirt gun, I won. I chose the prize with big eyes: Bubbles The Powerpuff Girl.

I carried this big squishy doll all around the fair that day, not knowing a single thing about her. Soon after the fair, I finally discovered her identity. With this discovery came my obsession with these three little girls that were in kindergarten at the time, and still are in kindergarten.

I got a Powerpuff Girl sketchbook, and with it, I learned how to draw my favorite characters. I had a poster of them hanging on my wall, and read their books constantly. My friend and I used to argue about who was better: Blossom or Bubbles? Her favorite being Blossom, and mine being the adorable little creature that is Bubbles. I remember that I bought a PPG purse one day, and when I showed it to her, she told me that The Powerpuff Girls weren’t cool anymore. I stopped wearing the clothes, I stopped reading the books, and I took the poster down.

Just a few months ago, I got all of my PPG tapes out again and watched them all. There is a particular episode called Meet The Beat-Alls (an episode where practically all of the lines are derived from Beatles’ songs) that I did not understand until I got it out and watched it again a few months ago. I found my old PPG poster, and it is now adorning my wall, just like it used to. I absolutely adore The Powerpuff Girls again. They are adorable, and I cannot believe that I actually let them go back in the fifth grade. Yes, I am in high school, and yes, I love the Powerpuff Girls. As of now, I am searching for a PPG shirt that will fit me (no success yet). I want to show off my PPG love.