Photos from Cody’s birthday, visits from grandparents, and miscellaneous. Click through the photos for informative–and occasionally entertaining–captions. 🙂
Oh, and I’m sure this seems silly, but I wanted to take a moment to record an ode to my recently departed alarm clock.
She may not even remember this, but for my 13th birthday(pretty sure, or it might’ve been Christmas that year), my Aunt Susie gifted me an alarm clock called the Wacky Wake up Alarm clock. This week (approximately 17 years later), it finally gave out. Started lighting up in all the wrong places, making numbers that don’t exist for half the day and flickering when I tried to reset it. If you know me very well, you probably know I’m not overly sentimental: I cull and purge physical and even digital items regularly and with ruthless determination, which works well for our lifestyle. However, I’m not completely black-hearted, and some objects, if they’re really useful or I’ve had them around for a really long time, work their way into my heart. The Wacky Wake Up alarm clock was both.
The numbers the perfect size and brightness that I could see them without my contacts or glasses, but not be blinded, as is the case with my current stand-in. This alarm clock faithfully woke me up and informed me of the time for over half my life, although I have not used an alarm clock since Cody was born except maybe that one time we had to go to the airport really early. But what really made this alarm clock special was that everyone else hated it. See, instead of beeping or ringing like a normal alarm clock, the Wacky Wake Up cycled through colorful humorous phrases and obnoxious sound effects, most of which, I’ve realized in adulthood, are examples of cultural stereotypes. For example, there’s a lawyer voice that said, “If the alarm don’t quit, UP you must get! My client cannot be expected to wake up in these circumstances. They are deplorable, they are intolerable, and un-quintessential.” Then there was a red-neck voice that said, “I’ll teeell you what. You hit that there snooze button one mo’ time, and I’m gonna open up a can of Whup- (beep beep), and you know I’m gonna do it too, doncha?” There was an Italian voice that said, “Bongiorno…why don’t you treat me with no respect? You can get out of bed, or I can come in there and get you out of that bed, capiche? Now, where’s my canoli?” Then there was a sort of frantic Indian voice–I imagine it’s how some cab drivers in NYC sound– that said, ” Oh my goodness it’s time to get up. Yes, you, you, you got to get out of bed. Get out of bed and drop de pee-low(pillow). Drop de pee-low!” And one or two others that escape me right now. You’d think I’d remember after 17 years, but I guess the lack of use in the past three years has tarnished my memory. Anyway, you could cycle through the phrases for fun by holding the snooze button, so I would play it for other people sometimes (perhaps I’ve played it for you) and I can’t remember anyone who didn’t say, “That is terrible. I would hate waking up to that.” But I thought it was hilarious, and I loved it. Perhaps even more so when other people said they didn’t, because I’m obstinate like that. I had that alarm clock in my parents’ house, three dorm rooms, three apartments, and four houses.
I can’t tell you how sad it made me to realize nothing could be done and to place it gently in the kitchen trash this week.
Update: for interested parties, this is the exact alarm clock I had, so you can hear what it sounds like and decide if you love it or hate it! (And you can hear the phrases I forgot, mixed up, or didn’t get quite right)