“So, what’s up with the Frankenstein thing?”
I’m always getting ask that. So, I’ll tell y’all…

Way back in 1998 my oldest son, Sid, was about a year old. One day my cousin called call and said she found the coolest Frankenstein toy at a junk store. She brought it over to show me, and it was just about the cutes things ever! It was called “My Friend Frank”. His chest opened up and had button to push that made noises and gears and switches. But the best part was the top of the head flipped open so you could take his brain out!

Sid was scared to death of it! He was would freak if you brought it near him! He was so damn afraid of it we would put it in the door way and use it like a “baby gate”. But after and few days he got braver and braver till he became OBSESSED with it! But being that he was only a year old, he couldn’t’t say “Frankenstein”, so since it had the cool “flip top” head, he called it: “HEAD”.

Sid was crazy over that damn toy. He dragged it around everywhere with him. In the bath, outside to play and to bed with him. And it lead to the sickest things being said in the house!

Like: “Get in bed first and I’ll give you Head.” “Mamma’s has him, she’ll give you Head” or Sidney saying; “Where Head? Give me my Head!”

Sid dosen’’t think Frankenstein is “cool” anymore. (He’s ten years old now) but I still have Head. He is sitting up on a shelve in my room. We even got Cash his own Head, (But we told him his name was “Frankie” this time) but he didn’t like him as much as Sid.

So that is how I started collecting Frankenstein junk. We could never find Frankenstein stuff for Sidney, so anytime I saw something, I got it. And as he grew out of it, I kept collecting it because it reminded me of when Sid was small.

I had been saying I was going to get a “Bride” wig since before I got pregnant with Cash (My youngest son). But it wasn’t till a few years after he was born that I got one. And the fact that I share the same birthday as Elsa Lanchester made me love wearing the damn thing even more.

But I like to read allot more into things. It so sad that all Frankie wanted was a friend, someone to share his life with, to complete him. But I also see things her way too…

I was not made to complete any man or anyone. I’m not here just for “your” happiness, I have my own to find. “Your” dreams are not my own, I have my own dreams to dream.

I have to think that it was just a little selfish for Frankie to think that she had to made him happy because she was “made” for him. I think that’s why guys are so damn crazy about the whole “Pin-Up Bride” thing. The whole point of wanting someone that is “made” just for them.

I wasn’t made for anyone but myself.

This is the “infamous” HEAD:

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Here is Cash’s “Frankie”. He still has his “Flip Top” head: