My Name Is Dorcy!!

When I was little I thought that I was Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. Literally, Dorothy. I had myself fully convinced that I was Dorothy, and no one was going to convince me of anything different. I had my mind set and that was the end of it. Period. See, I was even stubborn as a small child. Go figure. With my lisp I couldn't exactly say Dorothy (don't ask me why, I thought it was only my S's messed up, but apparently I was wrong, stupid speech impediments anyways) so I would prance around in a dress, carrying a picnic basket, and a little black stuffed dog, telling people my name was "Dorcy". I wouldn't even answer to Katie. Only when people said "Dorothy" would I turn around and say "yessss..."

It was probably cute for awhile, and then annoying the rest of the time. Everything I did revolved around this scenario that I had made up in my head. When Momma tells people the stories of it these days, she constantly rolls her eyes, and says "she watched those tapes (VHS, I'm from the old school, you know pre-DVD's) over and over again! She wore out at least 50 copies!!" I think she may be a little dramatic. Probably not, but I'm going with it because I can. (Thank you for encouraging that crazy imagination Momma!!)

For some reason I even thought that I needed to make things that involved The Wizard of Oz. When we would go to Aunt Susi's house she had an old butter churner and wooden apples that she would let me play with. They were supposed to just be for decoration, but she always let me play with them as long as I wanted to. (Thank you Aunt Susi). Now mind you, Dorothy never made applesauce in the movie, but she did get attacked by apple trees, and liked apples. I suppose from that I got the bright idea that I needed to make applesauce. Don't ask me why, just go with it. So there I would play for hours upon hours "making fake applesauce in Aunt Susi's old-fashioned butter churner". I know, but I promise it was probably alot cuter back then, than it would be for me to do it now.

I would carry around that picnic basket and stuffed black dog everywhere too. Greg got a hold of my stuffed dog one day and ripped his head off, and shoved him down the commode at Grandma and Grandpa's house and flushed it. I of course cried, the commode overflowed, Greg got a whoopin' for making such a mess, my cousin (Josh) rescued Toto's head from the wreckage, and Momma sewed his head back on. He had to be washed many times and eventually Momma threw him away because he fell apart. (Very sad day).

I eventually grew out of that phase (for the most part), but still love the movie and think about it from time to time. Especially since they brought out that new movie Oz-The Great and Powerful. I still haven't watched it. I probably will at some point though. It doesn't make me as mad because they're not trying to replace Judy Garland, and I love James Franco so we'll see. It's still fun to think about that kind of stuff though. Especially when I see little kids going through phases now that I'm grown up (mostly).

I did however dress up like Dorothy for Halloween when I was 18 at the nursing home for the "festivities". My little people liked it, so I wore the costume all night to work in. Easier said than done. I put jeans on under the dress to do this though (someone could've told me the dress was shorter in the back than in the front-thanks alot guys). Justin eventually told me in a teasing way, and I put on Little Bonnie's jeans. They were a little to big, but they served their purpose. :) Once I put the jeans on, I could work with no problem, and get in&out of Justin's truck with no problem, so all was good. (Calm down people-we were just friends, Geesh!) Justin and Kyle told me I looked pitiful when I ended up on the floor that night with a lady sitting on top of me so she wouldn't get hurt and the two people I was working with were absolutely no help. I yelled for Kyle because I heard him come onto the hallway, and him and Justin came running. They said when they came in the room all they seen was that woman sitting on my legs, me trying to tell her that I was perfectly fine and she was not hurting me, my two "helpers" running around like they had no sense, and pig-tails. Those two guys were lifesavers more than once. Loved them two.Thanks for ya'lls help that night, and every other time I needed you at work or out of it. By the way if you're reading this Justin- Don't ever pull my pig-tails again!! I won't be so nice next time! :)

Thanks to My Family for letting me live in that Fantasy World when I was a little girl, and Thanks to My Friends (past and present) for dealing with my Nuttiness as an Adult. Love you Guys!!