Of course I cry.. Thinking that all my love lifes were fakes... GYAAHH!! SHIMATTA!!
Of course I cry.. Thinking that all my love lifes were fakes... GYAAHH!! SHIMATTA!!
K sozhaleniyu seychas uzhe net :-((( No u menya byla lyubimaya nemetskaya kukla, s kotoroy ya igrala, shila odezhdu dlya nee i mogla delat' raznye pricheski... kogda u menya rodilas' doch', ya podarila ey moyu kuklu. Ona s ney kupalas', spala, igrala... a kogda devochka podrosla, to poyavilis' drugie interesy i kuklu doch' vybrosila.... zhalko.
I had a two foot tall grey rabbit that I got when I was 1. I think I got it the day of my first birthday, because my parents took this picture of me in my birthday outfit (which my grandmother sewed for me), standing in my crib, which is FILLED with multi color balloons, and there's Russ, propped up in the corner of the crib, barely able to peek out over the balloons. And in the picture, I'm standing there in my shiny outfit just GLOWERING at the camera. :P I'm so angry.
Russ was all new and soft then. He was about as tall as I was! :D He's the first stuffed animal I got, I think, that made any impact. I'm sure I had others before him but I never cared about them and they were probably given away or thrown away. Russ stayed with me all my childhood. With the exception of one or two others, I never really liked stuffed animals. I slept with one for like two months, but then grew tired of it. It was weird. I rolled and turned a lot in my sleep and usually woke up with the stuffed animal under my back and my body contorted around it and its plastic nose was like pressed into my neck and I was like WHAT THE FRESH HELL IS THIS. So I stopped sleeping with that particular stuffed animal not too long after.
And I never really played with my stuffed animals, either. I didn't know what to do wtih them. They couldn't have jobs. They had no real hair for me to brush. They coudln't go to the market. They were animals. :| So I was like whatever. I kept them around but didn't pay much attention to them. Over the years they were thrown out, one by one.
Only Russ remains. All my other childhood toys are pretty much gone. Russ sits on teh floor of my room to this day, right by my closet, just hanging out. He's got a little scar on his flank from a trip through the washing machine two or three years ago, but is no worse for the wear. He's still just as soft and his belly is just as white. And his eyes are totally intact, not even loose.
I do love Russ. I don't play with him, or hug him, or even look at or notice him every day. I go weeks, months, without noticing him. But I still just love that big rabbit. :)
Нету у меня такой игрушки, и никогда не было! Да, я все свои игрушки дарила! Мне было важно, чтобы у всех была,хоть одна игрушка, а не у меня целая куча! Может это глупо,но справедливо!
I had a stuffed rabbit in overalls and a sailor cap named Blankie that I had since I was a small child. I still have him actually, only he now resides on my desk.
Да.. наверное обман был в жизни каждого...
Был и у меня опыт.Встречалась с мужчиной почти год , а сказать о том , что у него родился ребенок он смог только спустя 8 месяцев наших встреч. Было жутко больно в сердце, в душе.Влюблена уже была к тому моменту в него.Наивная).. Зато-УХ, какой опыт-теперь более осмотрительна...
Yeah, I had a doll that was given (handed down to me from my older sister). It was a toilet doll. I end up popping its head off and threw it in the toilet.
I had (still have!) a very old and very loved white polar bear that belonged to my aunt when she was little. One day while clearing out some stuff in the attic, my mom came across it in a box when I was I guess in the 4th grade. The thing looked kind of dated and old, but he was just right for me, I loved that he was full of plastic beans and not stuffed stiffly like some toys of that era, so my mom washed him up and even rinsed him in her hair conditioner to make him extra soft and smell extra good, and I took him as my own. My Aunt couldn't remember what she called him, but I called him Icee, because he's kinda shaped like their logo bear.
Anyway, I had never been attached to any bear or doll or anything ever before, only a blanket when I was really small. But once I discovered Icee, I began sleeping with him at night, and even when I outgrew that for a while, he was always on my bed. Eventually, Icee found his way into my closet and got packed away when I moved in with my husband, but now he gets to play with my son, and so Icee has now been loved for three generations. (And I still sleep with a teddy bear, just a much softer version than Icee)
Моя любимая игрушка, помню называл ее Бобой, представляет из себя непонятного зверька. Что-то похожее на кота, мартышку и бегемота. Все детство она была со мной рядом. Ну а потом как это у многих игрушка забылась и пропала. Честно не могу сказать сколько лет я о ней не вспоминал и не видел. И какое это было неповторимое чувство радости, удивления, ностальгии по детским годам, когда я нашел ее в коробке на шкафу. Кстати совсем не давно. Теперь лежит у меня на полочке, и видя ее появляется улыбка сама собой :)
i had a lot of stuffed animals... and i still have it...stashed somewhere in the closet.. i have this pillow though that i got when i was 13 and i still use it now.. =)
I had a Beanie Baby squirrel called Nuts. My uncle used to get us Beanie Babies when we were young and there was that huge craze. He impressed on us that they were collectibles and therefore valuable, so my sister and I were very careful with them; stored them a box, never played rough when we took them out, neatly put them to bed when we were done. Nuts was different: I got him myself at a theme park and he went just about everywhere with me. He's been tossed at my sister, dunked in a pool, starred in his own brief comic and otherwise lived the most adventurous life of all our Beanie Babies. One of his ears is nearly chewed off (moths I suppose) and his tail isn't quite as fluffy anymore but he has a place of honor in our room.
Yes I did. It was a Hug-A-Bunch doll. She had red hair and green eyes like I do, wore a little green dress with multi-color hearts on the skirt and had her own little doll that she carried. Her name was Giggles and her doll's name was Tickles. I loved that doll to pieces. I lost that doll and everything else of sentimental value to a house fire 9 years ago.
I had a stuffed bear that a friend of my mother's gave to me. And I used to sleep with it all the time. When she started to tear, my mom would tell me that she would take her to the doctor while I went to school. : )
She's in my shed, somewhere in one of the boxes with other stuffed animals. She was replaced by a small, bean bag dog, until about a year ago. xD I don't know why I still slept with a stuffed animal, but I still have the animal on my headboard.
Был замечательный мишка-ревун с красным бантиком на шее. Мы его с братом вымыли однажды и посадили посушиться на бра. Итог наших трудов - вся квартира провоняла гарью, а у мишки вместо попы образовалась чёрная дыра...)))
Yeah. I actually had a big collection of stuffed animals, 18 to be exact, and I loved them to death. But the leader and my favorite of all was 'Chucky' my stuffed teddy bear that was about two and a half feet long. My grandma sent him to me in December of '95, I was 6 years old then. Initially he was supposed to sing Christmas carols, but after I gutted and destroyed/experimented on the mechanical device inside of him, he became an ordinary, silent teddy bear.
I loved him soooo much and carried him around everywhere with me. I even brought him to the emirates when I moved here, and kept him until I was fifeen, when I realized that I had to let him go. We were moving to South Africa, and I could only bring essentials with me, so I cut my attachment to him, and gave him away with the rest of my stuff.
yeah... it isn't very romantic, but what can I say? It's the truth.
Quala, my stuffed koala bear, was given to me as a birthday present from my aunt and uncle when I turned one. He slept in my bed every night. When I was a little kid I evidently pronounced his name "Cola" until my parents became accustomed to it. One day my mom asked me where "Cola" was and I informed her that it was pronounced "Quala." She still called him "Cola" though, much to my bemusement.
Sometimes, when I was still very little, Quala would feel "sharp" and I would take him to my mother, who would pull pins out of him. I didn't really think anything of this. Years later, a professor of mine who happened to have the same brand of stuffed koala bear (a shocking realization for both of us: hers is named Jeannie) asked if I had ever found any pins in Quala. Evidently this brand of bear was recalled shortly after it went on sale for this very reason. The factory that produced them had stuffed them with loose material swept from the factory floors, which invariably contained pins and needles.
Here are some Quala stories. One time, I remember myself and a friend giving him a bath with a bucket of water and soap - maybe not the best thing to do with a stuffed animal. Another time, I remember we fell in the pool together, and he had to lay on a table out on our balcony for a week to dry off. When I was about five or six I was very bothered by the fact that, whenever I woke up, Quala would not be in bed with me but would be on the floor next to the bed, even though I knew very well he had been in bed with me the night before. I guess I must have been a very restless sleeper at the time. I solved this by stuffing him down the neck of my nightgown, so that his head was peeking out beneath my chin. Problem solved. My mother didn't comment at the time, but she told me later that she had often wondered why I did that. She put it down to my being weird.
When I was about eleven Quala went to stay with a lady who cleaned and restored antique dolls. My mother was worried that if we washed Quala ourselves he would fall apart: much better, she figured, to give him to an expert. It was to have been very brief, but for whatever reason, Quala was away for months. When he came back, I was twelve. I wasn't used to sleeping with a stuffed animal anymore, and I wasn't quite sure how to deal with my old friend, who unaccountably felt like a stranger sharing my bed with me. Any normal person would have set their old stuffed animal aside and moved on, but I felt too guilty to kick him to the curb like that.
So instead, one night, I told him a story, stopping it and picking up again the following night. This became a nightly tradition as the story I told Quala grew and grew, beginning in a very innocent place but becoming exceedingly weird and dark and perverse, with many plots and subplots, encompassing scores of characters and multiple universes. It went on for years, at least until my first year of college. Every once in a while I can feel those characters twitching in their long suspended animation, waiting to be put through their old patterns of guilt and abuse...
Whatever happened to Quala? I am looking at him right now. He is gray, with chipped brown eyes and threadbare patches in his fur. His bottom is all one piece, like the Velveteen Rabbit, and he has a musty, not-unpleasant smell that somehow reminds me of every place I've ever lived. He is 29 years old and he still sleeps with me, but these nights we just fall asleep, any stories unspoken.
I had a bear made of green cloth with loops for ears nammed Diddy that I loved. When I was living with my mom, she thought I was too old to be carrying the bear around, so she trashed it. This was very painful, so soon after, I found some scissors during the night, and I tried cutting up the blanket my grandma made me, which I also like. I didn't do too much damage to it. I still wish I could still have that bear, or make one just like it.
У меня была любимая кукла Катя(большая пластмссовая голышка).Моя любимица,поверенная всех моих сердечных тайн.Почему-то я до сих пор считаю,что она меня любила и понимала,она была живая...С Катей я не расставалась до окончания школы,а когда уехала учиться,Катя осталась жить у моей маленькой подружки с которой мы играли в куклы на чердаке дома(десятикласснице уже стыдно было игрть в куклы дома).Моя Катя была умница,она всё правильно поняла,а маленькая Лариса была счастлива,таких кукол уже не было в продаже.Катя продолжала кукольную жизнь,у неё обновился гардероб,появились новые красивые куклы- подруги и другие сердечные тайны.Я начала взрослую жизнь,а во сне мне снилась Катя и наш чердак...счастье...
A good sized stuffed Fivel from An American Tale. I bought him with my Christmas money one year. I picked the one I did in particular but his leg wasn't quite sewn on right and I was afraid no one else would buy him due to this defect. I took him everywhere, to the dentist, on long car trips...
Currently, I think he sits on the bed in the spare room at my parents. Now days my son likes to play with him :D
My favorite stuffed animal is a Tebby Bear that Anthony got me on Valentines day before we became an official couple. I love that thing and it's going on it's 8th birthday :)
They were dropped, dirtied, ripped, sewn back together, and thoroughly loved for my entire childhood. I never had them anywhere but on my bed, for ever and ever.
I still have them to this day.
Pride of place, bitches! ;)
As many of my friend's know I am very "object-sentimental" and have many many loved animals. 2 in particular stand out, one is a white teddy bear with a light up heart that lit up and played a song. He had a red scarf and a santa hat. Since I grew up in a Spanish Speaking home his name was always "osito queñon" I don't even know if that how its spelled or if that is even a real name but the best translation I can think of would be "little grumbling/singing bear". He is still at home and does't sing so much anymore even with new batteries.
Another stuffed animal, which to this day kind of freaks me out but I cannot part with is a "giant" pink dog with red floppy ears and blue droopy eyes. He looks like a pink verison of Droopy from Looney Toons. He was a gift from my "aunt" around the time my brother was born, no one remembers the reason but he has been in my room since as long as I can remember. He is stuffed with packing peanuts of sorts (giving him the ability to stand up but not so great to cuddle with--like cheap carnival toys (and that is probably what he is), regardless through the year Pinky has lost his firmness and started getting droopy. My dad has performed surgery on him twice carefully unstitching his bottom, adding more peanuts and sewing him up. Nowdays Pinky sits by my bed on my clothes hamper wearing a necklace comprised of pink ribbon and a plastic key whose destination lock device has long disappeared and a souvenir Chilean shirt that has not fit me since a dryer mishap shrunk it to near toddler size.
Then again, becuase I am me, I could give a description of (almost) every toy I'd had and how I got it becuase I am very attached to the memories these toys offer.
не знаю на счет всего мира, но чему-то, чему нужна моя помощь и я точно знаю как помочь, я бы помогла. а то блин избавлю мир от голода, наркомании, преступности, там что-нибудь страшнее вырастет........скорее всего по мелочам бы(
я была непостоянной. игрушки и куклы, с которыми я росла, недолго задерживались, потом я меняла их на новые. не то, чтобы прежние мне не нравились, но я же не могла быть сразу с тремя!
I have a bear that I've had since birth, literally. My dad ran out and bought it the day I was born.
I still have it and keep it close to me after over twenty years.
Charlie...She was a rag doll with a blue dress and blue yarn hair. I got when I was about a month old (so they say) She and paper and cotton stuffing, non of that polyester stuff. I carried her every where. She is know in my parents house somewhere and she has so many holes and the fabric is more that thread bare that she really can't be repaired. She was well loved and traveled. She was awesome. Still have no idea whey her name was Charlie. I tried changing it to Charlene or something when I was like 10 but Charlie was her name....
No acting I want to see Arnie on a reality show. And I hate reality tv but his I would tune in for. To quote Bill Maher 'Two 13 year old boys, one from the wife, one from the maid, living in same house. Greatest. Reality. Show. Ever.'
My favorite was Barney ! omg I use to love take with me everywhere. The first time I got on a plane it was there to calm me down and it made me feel safe. Then I was I was about 21 (oh wait I'm 21 lol) my mom gave it away and said that maybe it would help some other kid like it had done with me.
My teddy bear Muffin snuggled his way into my life, and heart, when I was eight years old. He was sat under the Christmas tree with a tag attached to his paw telling me his name and asking me to look after him. It was love at first cuddle as he was fat, fluffy and unbelievably cuddly.
I still take Muffin to bed every night over twenty years later.
He is so much more than just a stuffed bear to me, having been all over the world with me and having been with me in hospital on various occasions when I have been ill. Even now nothing can comfort me quite as well when I'm ill or down. My husband often refers to Muffin as "the one I love" but I know I have space in my heart for both: a girl's relationship with her bear is special.
Muffin may be flatter, less fluffy and held together by year of repairs but to me he's still perfect.
конечно есть, их было очень много) половина уже у младших сестер двоюродных, половина (которые совсем были в плохом состоянии ) на мусорке, и остальная большая часть до сих пор дома)
i don't really even feel like answering this, but something inside is nagging me to do so, so i will.
i wasn't HUGE on dolls as a little one, but i did have a select few that i loved. at the top of that list was a stuffed mouse, about the size of my arm, that my mom sewed for me. she had made felt dresses with velcro in the back to fasten them, and they even had pockets, i recall now, with little sequins and star buttons sewed to decorate them. there was a hole for her tail in the back, and i remember reeling with satisfaction as i successfully pulled the wiry thing through it and bent it according to my mood- up and out if happy, down and straight if upset, either way i fidgeted with it. that mouse went with me everywhere; i have memories of staring down at her as i sat in the grocery cart, fumbling with her button eyes and pointed nose. my mom was a mystical being back then, a deity. if she was able to create toys, she was able to do anything.
if it counts, i played with my dollhouse until the sixth grade.
it's weird how you can remember things so vividly sometimes. everything we have ever experienced is here still, recorded in our brains, it just takes some poking and probing to remember. it's nice to remember.
Мне больше нравились машинки, а еще сборные модельки военных самолетов. Но со временем все меняется, изменилось и отношение к игрушкам. Сейчас и не помню где они, что-то раздал, а что-то выкинул.
I had a stuffed rabbit named Mr. Velveteen. I lost him on a bus, coming back from a drama competition in Japan when I was fifteen. I'm still really sad about it, although I believe he went away to become real.
A panda, called Pandy. I was given him for my first Christmas. he went EVERYWHERE, still does. He's right here on my bed (a mere spring chicken at 30-something years old) he has no fur and is patched and has a little knitted jumper on that holds his insides in. If he ever learns to speak I shall have to kill him becuase he knows ALL my secrets.
Белка! Ростом сантиметров 40, мягкая, рыжая с белым брюшком, в лапках - бантик с медалькой :) Была подарена еще замечательные застойные времена) Сопровождала и в чтении, и в учении, и в сонном состоянии много лет, пока родители (я тогда уже жила отдельно) не отдали сестрице для ее детей. Была выброшена из окошка глупым племянником и пропала без вести :((
Очень жаль, что не успела забрать, зверек был самым близким и дорогим из всех игрушек..
Кукла Светка. Это был неожиданный подарок от мамы, который меня очень порадовал - большая мягкая кукла, блондинка! А как эта кукла исчезла - не помню.. (но это и не было как-то трагично, нестало её уже в "наигравшемся возрасте").
Вообщет, у меня были самые оригинальные и клёвые куклы, а хитрые подружки уговаривали на что-то менять, наивная, не ожидающая ни от кого подлости, свои, я отдавала.. а взамен - был получен какой-то "хлам". Только потом мама обратила моё внимание на тот факт и я научилась не так уж верить "подружкам".
I had Rock, a pale yellow rumple bear from Fisher Price.
Like the top one in this picture:
A rumple bear was pretty much the one thing I wanted more than ANYTHING at the time. I'd seen them in stores and knew they were $20 brand new and was hoping that I'd get one for Christmas.
But I bought Rock from the school fete when I was 8 or so, for $6. My family had gone to the fete early to drop some things off to the second hand stalls, and I of course went to investigate the second hand toys stall. I saw him sitting there, all wrapped up in cellophane, looking absolutely brand new and I just knew he was mine- that he'd been waiting there for me. The mother running the stall found me some scissors so I could get him out of his cellophane wrapper, and I immediately tied him into my favourite green flannel jacket, double knotting it around my waist. He stayed there for the rest of that day while I wandered around the fete; even while I played mini golf - which was a very awkward feat, I do remember. I must have looked pretty silly with a teddy bear tied into my jumper, but I didn't care one little bit.
Since then Rock has been everywhere with me, and I do mean everywhere. He's been to New Zealand and Queensland, he moved with me when I left home to go to Uni, and to every place since.
He doesn't look so new and clean now, and his stuffing is a little lacking in the middle even for a rumple bear, but he still has the friendship bracelet I made him 17 or so years ago tied around his foot, and he cleans up surprisingly well after a go through the washing machine.
He gives lovely hugs and he got me through so many awful days by being such a happy smiley bear and never ever complaining when I made his fur all wet with tears, or when I carried him around all day using him as a kind of shield from all the bad things going on in the world, and for that he's going to stay on my bed in pride of place, right next to his girlfriend of 6 years - she's a middle coloured rumple bear found in an op shop by my lovely and thoughtful bff. Growing up my siblings always thought that I needed to get a second bear and call it 'Roll' so I could have 'Rock n Roll', but I'd been reading Jennifer Fallon's Second Sons trilogy when I was given Tia, and it seemed like a perfect name. Tia has a blue bow around one ear.
Most of my toy collection has been put away, especially since I moved out of home and my room is used for guests now and so I'll probably sort through some of them and give them away in time, but Rock never get put away, or given away. He's always been mine.
Меня когда-то, кажется уже целую жизнь назад, предал моя единственная любовь. Не смогла простить... Обещала ему, но не смогла... В итоге, как-то постепенно мы расстались...
I actually have an entire series of special stuffed animals that span most of my life. Some I don't even know where I got them because I've had them literally as long as I can remember, while others I got for Christmas about half a year ago. The collection started as a sort of "best of my ____" theme where each one symbolized a particular aspect of my life depending on where, when, and how I acquired it, depending on whether I can remember--for example, I have a little gray dog I got from some "bring in your stuff and trade with each other, like a flea market but with more bartering" thing my 3rd or 4th or so grade class put on, so he became the best of school. Naturally, the husky ordered for me by some online friend I had around middle school and have long since lost touch with became the symbol for the best of my friends. Et cetera. However, some of the more recent acquisitions have become harder to categorize like that, so they're just part of a very special collection in some sort of ambiguous way.
One of them is Sara, though, I can tell you that much. (She's new, obviously.)
I still have the lot of them nearby, on a shelf in my bedroom, where I see to it that they are cared for and loved and such. I might talk to them sometimes (when no one's at home and can judge me for doing so) as though they were alive and they'd get lonely or feel abandoned or something if it's been too long since we last spoke. Seeing Toy Story 3 did not help with this.
I want to get a picture of them one of these days but my camera phone is terrible. I'll see if I can bug a certain someone I know who has a camera to do it for me one of these days.
потом мать как на новую кв-ру переезжали - выкинула сказала старый , а мне жаалко - все таки 26 лет мишка " прожил"
У меня было много мягких игрушек...я же девочка))..и со многими я выросла, какие то появлялись позже...Все они долгое время стояли в моей комнате, а сейчас я уже выросла и они все убраны далеко в полки...Но я почему то их все равно храню -ведь это детство!
He's the right age now to play "Conan of the Isles." It would be interesting to see Howard's idea of the origin of the legend of Quetzalcoatl, come to life on the big screen.
Но у меня всю жизнь была мечта - плюшевый медведь. Сколько бы игрушек не дарили, медведя не было. Наверное, потому, что моя мама очень поощряла дарение символов наступающего года, а года Медведя, как известно, нет. Как-то перед поездкой в командировку я прочитала статью про знаменитых мишек фирмы Steiff, и захотела одного из них. "Штайффовского" медведя я так и не добыла, а вот берлинского домой все же привезла. Мне жутко нравились огромные раскрашенные мишки прямо на улицах - жалко, что сейчас там почему-то стоят коровы). Коллега мой как-то услышал этот рассказ и меня высмеял: "Маленькой Леночке родители не хотели покупать медведя?" Не знаю, может, я и не просила.
А медведь сидел у меня на рабочем столе сначала, а потом переехал ко мне домой. Это уже, скорее, не игрушка, а сувенир из любимого города. Хотя у моего друга есть берлинский медведь покруче - он умеет на голове стоять. Но он холодный и пластмассовый, а у меня - плюшевый. Хоть и пыльный.
I think he's almost old enough to play Cohen the Barbarian. Just think what Interesting Times would be like if Sky One made that movie.
On second thought, no. I don't think we should do that to Sir Terry.
I am female. So, I do not can have beard. I adore black beard!!! *huge smile*
My most favourite men with beard it:
Words on pics it 'Nord it is refrigerator for foodie!' (I found it collage in Internet one year almost.)
Rubeus Hagrid ('Harry Potter''s character). Robbie Coltrane play of his. I very like of Hagrid but do not like Mr. Coltrane, because Coltrane do not have so awesome beard.
Alan Beverley Cross with his wife Dame Maggie Natalie Smith
I will never watch another Arnold film again. He is a horrible man, was a horrible Governor and a horrible husband. So, no thanks, good for him for going back to acting, but I'll watch Justin Beibers Never say Never before watching Arnold again.
I would love to see a sequel to True Lies, even though Jamie Lee looks a bit too Activia these days to pull off the pole dancing thing again, it was a great movie formula that could use more exploiting. Tia Carrere is still hot, no? Or did she die in the original?....I don't remember....
If he's going back to acting, I'd like to see him re-make "Kindergarten Cop" and play John Kimble, who was a police officer turned kindergarten teacher in that movie.
It's so hard to choose just one great movie that he was in.......
2 Taxi Driver
3 Saving Private Ryan
5 Robin Hood...Prince of Thieves
6 Midnight Cowboy
7 Honey I Shrunk The Kids
8 Good Morning Vietnam
9 Schindlers List
10 The Godfather Part 2
he was good in them all.
I had a stuffed animal named Mr. Chewsome which definitely was my favorite. He is a blue shark my parents got for me at Sea world when I was young. I eventually gave him to my sister when she was becoming interested in sharks and ocean life. Now I think it's probably inside a storage container in the garage or in my sister's closet.
At this point, I think he's too old to play the action characters. I am not sure he's capable of another type of role, but perhaps his experience aas a politician will enable him to do something deeper. well ok maybe not. I am, howver, quite fond of his movies. The boys gave me The Terminator movies for Mother's Day. Maybe if he did some kind of "old guy action thing" like Clint Eastwood has done.
есть! даже две! Мишка и собачка.! Пес ооооочень похож на главного героя телепередачи "Спокойной ночи малыши" Филю! До сих пор жержу жома!! Про выкидывать дажене думаю!!! даже бывает, что и сплю с ними, когда к родителям приезжаю!!)))))
I had(ve) a Molly doll from the "Big Comfy Couch." I put that doll through total hair, giving her bad hairdos and just...she was terrorized. Today, she sits near my bed, so I still see her. But people still ask about her too, so she's never far from my mind.
I also had an Ernie doll when I was a baby. The 'rents stored him for me, so he's currently in my room as well. Both look like they shouldn't be smiling anymore though....
I don't particularly want to see him playing The Terminator again since that series seems to have had its day and does not need any more sequels. His next movie could start with him walking into a movie studio and gunning down people who want to produce the next Terminator movie!
I'm not sure if any sort of sequel is a good idea - Predator 3? (That franchise now makes crossovers with the Alien franchise anyway), Kindergarten Cop 2? Eraser 2?
I think he should do something original - either he plays the Governor of California (because of his experience), or he does a biopic of himself in his term of office. And please, no cheesy cameos on The Simpsons or Family Guy.
I think the one where he played the faithful husband but was secretly boffing the maid and knocked her up at the same time his wife was expecting their child... wait.
Arnold Schwarzeneggar can act? I thought he just turned up and behaved like he always does. The few of his films I've seen the characters seem to be identical.
And the films are pretty crap. I can do without.
У меня таких игрушек нет, но у моей тети которая 45 года рождения, до сих пор сохранился плюшевый мишка из ее детства, теперь с этим мишкой играют мои племянники, ее внуки)) по правде говоря после них мишка не долго проживет) последний раз ему оторвали лапу))
"Johnny Aggro," because obviously, there's only one genre of music I'd be interested in performing.
I've also pondered using "Hot Gates" as my porn star name, and "Jayaram Karthikkaum" as my Bollywood star name.
Когда умер папа, я пообещала, что меня похоронят вместе с ней.
А сейчас она лежит у меня в диване вместе со своим мужем Томом (названым в честь кота из Тома и Джерри)и ждет, когда мы снова будем вместе.
северный мишка.. бывший белый.. а почему бывший - мы с братом его купали.. в луже после дождя ) и маме так и не удалось его отстирать.. он был большим, как мне тогда казалось и на нем отлично смотрелись папины майки и семейки ))) ну и как полагается всем медведям - с отгрызанным носом - даже не помню кто отгрыз ))) ну еще любимыми были собачки, куча кукол, которым я мыла голову, стригла, шила одежки.. и мечтала о кукле с длинными волосами ))) чтоб можно было много раз стричь )))) но в Союзе почему-то были только кучерявые с короткими стрижками - длинноволосые встречались редко ))))
Есть плюшевый мишка Коля. Он до сих пор со мной, только наполнитель внутри него сгнил и я его заменила но сильтипон. Правда, он почти черный, Коля, и я с ним в детстве почти не играла, вот поэтому и сохранился. А вообще, я всегда любила пацанские игрушки!
Интерпретирую для себя.
Подруга или любовница...
Скажем так, до любовниц я еще не дожил, но вот подруга была такая. И даже не одна, если память мне не изменяет.
Что самое интересное, я такого склада ума и характера, что не умею долго злиться по одному и тому же поводу, даже если такой достаточно серьезный и представлен в виде предательства.
Простить, внутри себя, я то прощу, но вот видеть такого человека я не смогу.
Скажем так, не с самого раннего детства, но есть одна игрушка, с которой я вырос.
Выиграл на соревнованиях по бальным спортивным танцам. Теперь, будучи в университете, я забрал ее с собой в общежитие. Иногда даже сплю с ней. Просто она очень мягкая, приятно держать в руках.