x-rated.

the title of this post is pretty accurate. i admit that i'm a very sentimental person. i like nostalgia. sitting around with old friends re-living the glory days a-la-bruce springsteen makes me perfectly happy. some people might argue that it isn't healthy to live in the past and we should focus on bettering ourselves for the future blah blab blah. and i agree to a certain extent. but if you have an awesome past filled with wonderful memories, why not take a journey down memory lane every now and then?

they say that the sense of smell triggers memories. i agree (after all, who am i to argue with scientists?), but ordinary, inanimate objects also jog my memory of days gone by. this is probably why it took me FOREVER to clean my room as a kid. i'd come across a shoebox filled with old middle school notes that were passed in class and have to drop everything to read every letter. by the way, the contents of said letters are hilarious. or i'd find an old sheet of stick-on earrings that i would wear throughout my pre-pierced ears days and i'd have to sift through the memories that were attached to the earrings.

so imagine what kinds of memories i have whenever i go over to my parents house and use this:

that's right. those poor, innocent bears are doing what you think they're doing. you see, my parents have had this mug as long as i can remember. in fact, they also had one featuring hippos doing the same bendy things that the bears are doing. i vividly remember asking when i was young what the bears were doing. my parents said they were wrestling and i took their word for it.

then i grew up. thanks to the doodles on the notebook of the kid who sat next to me in 7th grade science class, i discovered that the bears are not wrestling. and then i got weirded out. to think that i spent so many frigid winter nights sipping hot chocolate from a porno mug is a little unsettling. and then i had to wonder why my parents would even own something like a porno bear mug. and then i had to stop wondering because i'm sure i wouldn't like the answer.

i'd love to know what little knickknacks you have lying around that are connected to weird or funny memories. hopefully they aren't as x-rated as mine. oh, and mom and dad (if you're reading this), you should probably stop using that mug when company comes.