Rubber Chickens and Brains In Jars
The brain in the jar is my latest purchase along with 
this face in a pizza.
I’m OCD. I’m become really obsessed with different things. For the last several years, I have collected many, many weird things. It all started when my daughter bought me some really cool pottery shotglasses for Chirstmas a few years back. Two were eyeballs, one a nose, and one a mouth/tonge. This lead to my wanting more pieces from this potter. Now, I have 4 face jugs from him and four more face jugs from other potters. Believe me…..this is an expensive obsession. Once I started collecting this weird stuff and people found out, I became the receiptient of some of the craziest crap known to man. I saw this brain in and a jar and face in a pizza on ebay today and bought them. The problem is that I have so much outlandish stuff that I don’t even know where I’ll put them. I, also, bought, a realistic brain wrapped up like meat from a butcher.
These would make great Halloween decorations except I live so far out in the woods, no kids come for candy. Which can also be a good thing since I get all the candy!
My ultra-conservative brother has also gotten in on the fun by sending me rubber chickens in the mail. My daughters love to poke fun at me with other people but I know that secretly they are lusting for my “collectibles“. I’ve discovered my daughter’s secret that she has been collecting dryer lint for months now in order to make me a lint bowl for Christmas. Now, talk about weird……
I told my youngest daughter one day that she and her sister would inherited all “my lovlies”. Her answer was, “Mom, we really wish that you’d obsess over jewlery”. They might act like they are repulsed by this stuff but they take great delight in shopping for me. They think that I don’t know but they love to go into places and look for body parts for their mother.They relish in the shocked looks on clerk’s faces.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do with more weird stuff. I’ve kept it all in my upstairs office (not by my choice…my husband insisted). I suppose that I could box some of it and rotate it. Right now, my Michael Jackson doll, which is dressed in a fabulous pink feather boa and sequined gown, is sitting next to my vintage John-Boy doll. Last week, he sat next to “Thank you for not smoking” ciagrette smoking baby”. I try to keep Michael in fresh companions since I’ve heard that he’s so depressed lately. Last week, I dropped my Wicked Witch of the East cast iron legs and dented the wood floor so I guess they could go in a box (husband had a shit-fit over that).
Bought a voice-sensored walking/talking brain last week that is pretty cool. The only problem is that I forget that it’s there and accidentally activate it and ’bout crap my pants when it goes off. 
Even my very, very quiet, shy, conservative son-in-law has gotten in on the act by buying me 4 different kinds of hands.
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I guess on the upside…….if I ever need a transplant, I’ll already have the body parts.
