Years to collect, minutes to ruin

30 Mar
door covered in stickers

My bedroom door

I can’t believe it was exactly 2 years ago that Hannah and I went to the U.S. It seems like it was so long ago, but at the same time, the memory of the horrible airplane ride with Hannah’s vomit all over me is as vivid as it was 2 years ago.

Here is a post from when we were over there.  My how time flies:

Okay, so it may not be most peoples hobby of choice, but as a teen, I collected stickers.  Not the kind you’re thinking….  There were no binders or folders full of neatly placed stickers on every page.  No, nothing like that.  The stickers I used to collect were far more…illegal….

I can’t remember how it started, but I used to see a funny sticker, and then i’d stealthily (or sometimes not so stealthily) peel them off their source and put them on my stomach for safe and undetectable travel home, usually under the cover of darkness.  Or to my van (which was awesome by the way).  When I got home, I’d proudly display my plunder all over my bedroom door.  I got dumpster stickers (the best one being from a horse poo dumpster and said “doo-doo only“), Honey Bucket stickers, wet floor stickers, anything that I could get really.  Yeah, yeah, I was naughty….

don't put your baby in a pan

Some of them are just plain funny

After a couple years, my door was completely full.  No room for anything else.  I think I stopped at that point.  My collection was finished.  Plus, I went to Australia, so I couldn’t really get any more stickers anyway.  Not to mention I got too old for that sort of thing.  I mean, I could probably get away with such juvenile behaviour as a juvenile, but when I turned 18, I figured I could actually get in trouble if I were ever caught.  So, I pretty much stopped all such behaviour (gnome stealing, sticker stealing, can tipping, etc.).  I didn’t want a “record,” and I certainly didn’t want to get in trouble.  I’ve never particularly liked being in trouble.

dumpster sticker and inedible sticker

Inedible…I can’t remember what this was from exactly, except that it was something that was CLEARLY not for eating

My bedroom door has remained the same ever since I put all those stickers up, over 10 years ago.  Every time I come back here for a visit, I can look at it and giggle at how silly I used to be.  Plus, some of them are actually quite funny, and go in the WTF, why would someone actually put a warning sticker on something for that?  Needless to say, when I arrived this time, my door was just as I left it.

toddler wreaking a door

tearing stickers off the door

For a few days anyway.  Then Hannah found the sticker collection.  She didn’t seem to like it.  No, she didn’t like it at all.  That, or she wanted those hilarious stickers for herself.  She wasted no time in tearing the stickers within reach right off that nostalgic door, often ripping them to pieces in the process.  Bits of sticker lay all over the floor in my room.  Each time she is hanging out near the door, (usually shutting the door before I can get in and then giggling her cute little head off ) she pulls off more bits.

My poor door is now sad looking, with vacant spaces within toddler reach, like an unfinished, or vandalised work of art, with bits of once was still hanging there by a thread. Oh well, my parents are going to move within the next few years, so I won’t ever see my door again anyway.  Maybe Hannah was just helping them get the door ready for future buyers.  I suppose someone had to do it.

*This two year anniversary post was sponsored by, a printing company who offers custom reusable stickers

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5 Responses to “Years to collect, minutes to ruin”

  1. LBcruiseshipblogger March 30, 2013 at 4:45 am #

    It all started with Maria and the dumpster stickers. And speaking of dumpster stickers, the “inedible” one probably came off the same dumpster as the “doo doo only,” because it was from the Puyallup fair and Baker Commodities is the same place that used to send out the dead horse truck until their building burned down and I think they went out of business.

    If it’s any consolation, we’re moving soon so all your stickers will have to come down anyway. Along with all the things you left on the walls and ceiling. Your old room will be the biggest cleaning nightmare in the house!

    • Mommy Adventures March 30, 2013 at 6:15 am #


    • Mommy Adventures March 30, 2013 at 6:17 am #

      p.s. if it makes you feel better, The Jess’ room at Grandma’s was exactly the same, and I helped her fix it all up.

  2. Ned April 5, 2013 at 6:29 pm #

    I love those awesome stickers.. sad they had to meet such an (untimely?:D) end… But like you said.. somebody had to do it.
    Funny post btw….you definitely get my vote!

    • Mommy Adventures April 8, 2013 at 2:56 pm #

      Thanks. I loved those stickers too 😦 At least I have the photos of them.

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