Addiction. Groups all over the globe devote themselves to aiding people through addiction. Those who abuse alcohol, narcotics, crystal meth, and even sex can join 12-step programs dedicated to recovery. And did you know that there is a special group dedicated to Pagans in recovery? Yep, there's program for nearly every addiction you can name...except for penguins.
When I was a young girl, I went through a phase during which I was obsessed with penguins. But given that it lasted for over a year (more like ten years to be exact), phase doesn't accurately describe my penguin love. Thus: addiction. My room was adorned from floor to ceiling with the waddling wonders. Penguin ornaments. Penguin towels. Penguin posters. Penguin figurines. Stuffed penguins. Mechanical penguins. Helium balloon penguins (deflated and preserved in a frame). Sticker penguins. Eraser penguins. I wore penguins on my shirts, socks, and hair ribbons (and even a pair of penguin footy pajamas). I visited penguins at both the St. Louis Zoo and a zoo in Germany. One year for my birthday, I even had a penguin cake.
I don't exactly recall when the penguin love dwindled. Mostly likely it had something to do with the painful realization that high school was horrible enough without the added pressure of being a penguin freak. Whatever the catalyst, the penguins eventually lost their thrones of adoration in my room. But my love for penguins still remains in my heart. I can't help it. I find them cute and cuddly, just like the catch phrase spouted by Skipper during the title sequence of The Penguins of Madagascar.
One of my least favorite things about being a mom: kid television. I take an active role in what Braden can and can't watch on television which means I am way too familiar with the line-ups of Nickelodeon and Disney. Most of what he is allowed to watch is just sheer annoying, but not questionably inappropriate for kids his age, thus he can watch. It shames me to admit, however, that I anticipate new episodes of a few of the shows--some of which have been topics of trivial tidbits in previous weeks--just as much as he.
In The Penguins of Madagascar, my second-favorite kid show, I can laugh along as four adorable penguins muddle their way through the episode's conflict (which usually involves stupid lemur King Jullian) under the guise of being skilled spies. It's just enough penguin to satisfy my craving without sending me off the wagon. In effort to share a little penguin love with you, I bring you today's trivial tidbit:
What are the names of the four penguins who star in The Penguins of Madagascar?
The winner of today's question will get to see a picture of me taken during the awkward penguin phase, penguin sweatshirt and all!
p.s. I do not actually believe I had an addiction to penguins. I understand that addictions are serious. This blog is intended for entertainment purposes only.