Friday, November 9, 2012

Operation: Peent Unitorn

Little E, my niece, specifically stated that she wanted a pink unicorn for her birthday and her mommy relayed the message to me.  I could just see Little E gazing up at her mommy, with those big, bright eyes, purse on one arm, her well-loved purple unicorn firmly under her other arm sweetly asking for a "Peent Unitorn."  I accepted the mission immediately.

First, I googled Plush Pink Unicorns and decided I would order one online and have it shipped overnight.  The shipping ended up costing twice as much as the unicorn itself so I had to resort to actually stepping foot inside Toys R Us.  I needed to pick up a birthday present for my nephew, T-Rex, too so I decided this was probably working out for the best.

An hour into my journey through the black hole of a time suck that is Toys R Us, I finally found the perfect gift for T-Rex and I picked up a few My Little Ponies for Little E.  Being a child of the 80's, I was pretty excited that Little E was into My Little Pony!  Although I had picked up some good toys, I knew that all the My Little Pony or Hello Kitty toys in the world would not make up for the Peent Unitorn she specifically requested so I kept searching.  

And searching.

I even asked one of the cashiers to help me find a plush pink unicorn.  "Uhhhh," she said hesitantly, "that's sort of vague.  I know we have unicorns all over the store. . .what about this one?"  The cashier had plucked the first unicorn she saw off of a random shelf.  It wasn't pink.  It was sort of ugly too.  We kept searching.  Eventually, the cashier had to leave to ring up another customer.  I went back down every aisle, arms full of My Little Ponies and Animal Planet Dinosaur sets, desperately hoping to see a nice neat little row of pink unicorns.  

I started justifying in my mind how I could show up to the birthday party sans a pick unicorn.  Well, Little E already has a purple unicorn (which she named Ulmer Rajastash- is that not the weirdest and cutest name ever for a purple unicorn?) and I did get her the cutest My Little Ponies. . .maybe she wouldn't be too devastated.  Right? What am I supposed to do if this store just doesn't have a pink unicorn?  Maybe this was the perfect time in Little E's life to explain that we don't always get what we want.

Wrong.  This Aunt does not tell children that they can't have toys.  Frustrated, and on the verge of dropping all of the toys in my arms due to lack of blood flow, I decided to give myself a mental break and go through the superhero aisles to get ideas for Christmas gifts for the rest of my nieces and nephews but my heart wasn't in it.  Little E was going to be so disappointed.

"All this kid wants is a pink unicorn, why is this so hard?  It would be perfect if I could just find one randomly stuck on any of these shelves," I mumbled to myself.  I made my way down the toy car aisle knowing it was ridiculous to think that I would just stumble upon a stuffed pink unicorn in this well organized store. Suddenly, a wisp of pink!  What?!  In between the Matchbox and Hot Wheels cars was an abandoned plush pink unicorn hanging haphazardly over the edge of the shelf.  I couldn't believe it!  I quickly swiped it from the shelf and purchased the gifts just in case it would vanish into thin air. (Yeah, I know.  I wasn't thinking rationally at this point).

Little E's first glimpse of the unicorn. She literally gasped when she saw it and started shaking the poor thing out of excitement!
"You dot me a peent unitorn!"

New friends:  Pink Unicorn with Ulmer Rajastash
 Operation: Peent Unitorn- Completed

I Only Promised the Universe That I Would Write

A busy work and personal life, a successful-so-far health treatment that takes up a lot of my time and energy staying on top of it, and the need for sleep are the main reasons I am experiencing writer's block.  Actually, I guess I don't have writer's block.  I have plenty to write about but when I sit down to write or type what I've randomly scribbled out, my perfectionism kicks in and I realize what I've written is not profound or beautiful or even as entertaining as it seemed in my head.  The more I justify not writing, the more difficult it becomes to want to try to write anything at all!

A fellow blogger shared the wise words of writer, Elizabeth Gilbert:

"One day, when I was agonizing over how utterly bad my writing felt, I realized: 'That’s actually not my problem.' The point I realized was this – I never promised the universe that I would write brilliantly; I only promised the universe that I would write." 

I so needed this perspective!