So, since we know that we're for sure moving, I've created an "Atlanta to do list." And I've already started crossing things off the list! This past Saturday was a day alone to myself to get done the things that nobody would want to help me with (including Seth). I decided a long time ago that at some point, I would go up to the Cabbage Patch Factory place in Cleveland, GA to check it out. Well, as it turns out, Saturday was my time to do that.
After going to our final Blueprints study (where I mostly just collected information and tried not to smack the annoying guy next to me or fall off my chair--which is a whole other note), I headed to north Georgia.
It was a great drive as it was sunny and semi-warm outside. I had good cds with me, and really enjoyed the drive. I picked an interesting weekend to go up there because it was some sort of winter festival on their grounds, so one could buy boiled peanuts or homemade purses. I breezed through all of those stands as I was on a mission. I was going to see the birthplace of the Cabbage Patch dolls (CPDs for short). I didn't realize it would be literal.
They literally have a 'live' Cabbage Patch birth. Out of a Mother Cabbage. Under a Magic Tree. (The Magic Tree has 'crystals' on it that light up when Mother Cabbage is about to give birth.) Where Beebunnies sprinkle either blue or pink fairy dust to determine the doll's sex. And there's a Cabbage Patch Doctor there to help Mother Cabbage with delivery who makes some dumb comment about not cutting the cord well because it has an 'outie' belly button. "But then, it seems like all our kids have outies..." ha ha. And when I tell you I was creeped out, I'm under-estimating it.
I was half-expecting creepiness, but also half-expecting to learn more about how the guy came up with the doll idea, etc. But no. You walk in and see an old picture of him holding some of the originals (which look quite different than what we all picture when we think of CPDs). Then there are some preemies in real (though not plugged in) NICU incubator thingies, and then the next room is full of newborns in cribs, and then there's the worst room of all... the kids.
There's a school bus full of kids hanging out the windows, a classroom with a human, adult-sized doll sitting at a desk (she's the teacher, get it?), and there are kids sitting at lunch tables eating food. I'm telling you, I was in awe of how weirded out I was. The next room is where the Magic Tree is, and there are just all sorts of 'kids' for sale. BUT, there's a sign stating price tags make the kids nervous, so you have to ask one of the staff (all of whom are dressed like nurses or doctors) about adoption fees.
I took several pictures of the different kids, trying to capture 1. the creepy factor and 2. what I would look like if I were a CBD. Unfortunately, the camera battery died before I could capture the 'live' birth, so for all of you wishing you could see that for yourself, you'll have to go there to see it.
Seth and I always buy tree ornaments or magnets at places we travel to, so I bought the least creepy ornament I could find and then left as quickly as my feet would carry me. And then it was off back to Atlanta to continue checking things off my list...
After going to our final Blueprints study (where I mostly just collected information and tried not to smack the annoying guy next to me or fall off my chair--which is a whole other note), I headed to north Georgia.
It was a great drive as it was sunny and semi-warm outside. I had good cds with me, and really enjoyed the drive. I picked an interesting weekend to go up there because it was some sort of winter festival on their grounds, so one could buy boiled peanuts or homemade purses. I breezed through all of those stands as I was on a mission. I was going to see the birthplace of the Cabbage Patch dolls (CPDs for short). I didn't realize it would be literal.
They literally have a 'live' Cabbage Patch birth. Out of a Mother Cabbage. Under a Magic Tree. (The Magic Tree has 'crystals' on it that light up when Mother Cabbage is about to give birth.) Where Beebunnies sprinkle either blue or pink fairy dust to determine the doll's sex. And there's a Cabbage Patch Doctor there to help Mother Cabbage with delivery who makes some dumb comment about not cutting the cord well because it has an 'outie' belly button. "But then, it seems like all our kids have outies..." ha ha. And when I tell you I was creeped out, I'm under-estimating it.
I was half-expecting creepiness, but also half-expecting to learn more about how the guy came up with the doll idea, etc. But no. You walk in and see an old picture of him holding some of the originals (which look quite different than what we all picture when we think of CPDs). Then there are some preemies in real (though not plugged in) NICU incubator thingies, and then the next room is full of newborns in cribs, and then there's the worst room of all... the kids.
There's a school bus full of kids hanging out the windows, a classroom with a human, adult-sized doll sitting at a desk (she's the teacher, get it?), and there are kids sitting at lunch tables eating food. I'm telling you, I was in awe of how weirded out I was. The next room is where the Magic Tree is, and there are just all sorts of 'kids' for sale. BUT, there's a sign stating price tags make the kids nervous, so you have to ask one of the staff (all of whom are dressed like nurses or doctors) about adoption fees.
I took several pictures of the different kids, trying to capture 1. the creepy factor and 2. what I would look like if I were a CBD. Unfortunately, the camera battery died before I could capture the 'live' birth, so for all of you wishing you could see that for yourself, you'll have to go there to see it.
Seth and I always buy tree ornaments or magnets at places we travel to, so I bought the least creepy ornament I could find and then left as quickly as my feet would carry me. And then it was off back to Atlanta to continue checking things off my list...
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