My Dinner with a Dummy

There's weird, and then there is REALLY weird.  

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that it is not just me that thinks taking a doll the size of a 5 year old to dinner, AND ordering a meal for that doll is weird.  Having a conversation with and spoon feeding that doll is weird.  Weird and freaky.  One of the strangest things I've seen - and I have seen some over the top weird stuff!

What is REALLY strange is sitting in that same restaurant and watching these two dinner companions for almost an hour. I've seen the movies where dolls come to life so I was not to happy about the look on the doll's face.  For the record, I did try to take a sneaky  picture but I was to nervous that the woman speaking to the doll had an imaginary bodyguard.  

So instead, I just watched and our server explained that this woman comes in all the time with her "child" and it freaks them all out.  I kept thinking how badly I would like to hear the conversation the woman & her doll were having.  And what kind of madness must go on behind the closed doors of that home?!  Creeps me out.

Mary Ann

Maybe it's Mary Ann's fault.  When I was growing up, we had a doll that used to be my mother's, named Mary Ann.  She was the size of a three or four year old and she looked almost exactly like this picture on the right.  Sometimes my mom would refer to Mary Ann as her other daughter.  Last time I saw Mary Ann, she was wearing old clothes that used to belong to my little sister.  At Christmas Mary Ann would join the festivities around the tree.  One year, when my family went to visit family for Easter, Mary Ann had a new dress and her own Easter basket.  Even as adults, my sisters and I would walk into the room and get creeped out by our plastic sibling. 

Lisa:  "Hey June, did you get mom her blanket she asked for?"

June:  "No, I sent Kay in.  Mary Ann was looking at me weird"

Lisa:   "Kay, did you get the blanket?" 

Kay:   "No.  I think I saw Mary Ann move. Lisa, can you get it?" 

Seconds later..... 

June:   "Lisa, did you get it?"

Lisa:  "Sort of.  I threw the blanket over Mary Ann and then hurried and grabbed a different one."

 Kay:  "Next time let's send Mark."

The very worst, most scary sight was when one of  the collection of dolls found its way into the bathroom.  I still remember the feeling of walking into the dark bathroom in the middle of the night, sitting down and glancing upwards where my eyes meet the glass eyes of my plastic nemesis.  Mary Ann, as well just about all other dolls, joined Clowns that day in my "That is some Messed up Crap" category.   

So, maybe this is why the lady eating dinner with her doll seemed weird to me.  It was quite a sight to behold.  Just when you feel like your life is a bit crazy, a woman and her doll come along and remind you that it could be so much worse.  

I'll take my crazy life, with all my crazy friends and family, thank you very much!  There are levels of crazy I never imagined.   So, I'm smiling today at my wonderful, but sometimes strange and frustrating life.  I'm going to just own my crazy, and let Pinocchio's wife and child do their thing.  Have a great, but not to weird weekend!

There's weird, and then there is REALLY weird.  

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that it is not just me that thinks taking a doll the size of a 5 year old to dinner, AND ordering a meal for that doll is weird.  Having a conversation with and spoon feeding that doll is weird.  Weird and freaky.  One of the strangest things I've seen - and I have seen some over the top weird stuff!

What is REALLY strange is sitting in that same restaurant and watching these two dinner companions for almost an hour. I've seen the movies where dolls come to life so I was not to happy about the look on the doll's face.  For the record, I did try to take a sneaky  picture but I was to nervous that the woman speaking to the doll had an imaginary bodyguard.  

So instead, I just watched and our server explained that this woman comes in all the time with her "child" and it freaks them all out.  I kept thinking how badly I would like to hear the conversation the woman & her doll were having.  And what kind of madness must go on behind the closed doors of that home?!  Creeps me out.

Mary Ann

Maybe it's Mary Ann's fault.  When I was growing up, we had a doll that used to be my mother's, named Mary Ann.  She was the size of a three or four year old and she looked almost exactly like this picture on the right.  Sometimes my mom would refer to Mary Ann as her other daughter.  Last time I saw Mary Ann, she was wearing old clothes that used to belong to my little sister.  At Christmas Mary Ann would join the festivities around the tree.  One year, when my family went to visit family for Easter, Mary Ann had a new dress and her own Easter basket.  Even as adults, my sisters and I would walk into the room and get creeped out by our plastic sibling. 

Lisa:  "Hey June, did you get mom her blanket she asked for?"

June:  "No, I sent Kay in.  Mary Ann was looking at me weird"

Lisa:   "Kay, did you get the blanket?" 

Kay:   "No.  I think I saw Mary Ann move. Lisa, can you get it?" 

Seconds later..... 

June:   "Lisa, did you get it?"

Lisa:  "Sort of.  I threw the blanket over Mary Ann and then hurried and grabbed a different one."

 Kay:  "Next time let's send Mark."

The very worst, most scary sight was when one of  the collection of dolls found its way into the bathroom.  I still remember the feeling of walking into the dark bathroom in the middle of the night, sitting down and glancing upwards where my eyes meet the glass eyes of my plastic nemesis.  Mary Ann, as well just about all other dolls, joined Clowns that day in my "That is some Messed up Crap" category.   

So, maybe this is why the lady eating dinner with her doll seemed weird to me.  It was quite a sight to behold.  Just when you feel like your life is a bit crazy, a woman and her doll come along and remind you that it could be so much worse.  

I'll take my crazy life, with all my crazy friends and family, thank you very much!  There are levels of crazy I never imagined.   So, I'm smiling today at my wonderful, but sometimes strange and frustrating life.  I'm going to just own my crazy, and let Pinocchio's wife and child do their thing.  Have a great, but not to weird weekend!