She became part of my life when I worked at a museum in Miami. My good friend who I worked with brought in this stationery with this girl on the bottom of it. I immediately fell in love with her because she was so cute. My friend used the paper to make some invitations for an event. I can't remember what it was now but we used to do non-stop events there. My friend, Cuqui (pronounced Cookie), said the little girl also reminded her of her when she was little as well. I think we liked her because she encapsulated how we were feeling most of the time. We wanted to run screaming out of our office, a lot. So one day we were working and I decided to cut out the little girl and mount her on some cardboard and put her on top of my computer. So every time that I felt like screaming, I would grab her and peek out from around my cubicle and wave her at Cuqui. That would crack us up to no end. She sort of became our mascot. That is until I bought this weird stuffed dead cat at the House of Blues in Orlando and he took over the office.
While we loved the little girl, the demented cat became our new mascot because when one of us (there were four of us sharing a space) was a real bitch, we would place the cat on the desk of the offender. If someone was catty, they would find the demented cat on the desk. When I left that job, I left the cat. I wonder what happened to him because that was years ago! But again, I digress.
So the little girl was also our salvation because when things really got frustrating (that was often) or crazy (just as often) she would always be there expressing the feeling we were feeling.
So when I got on the internets (and yes with an s because I like mocking the former president) and I realized I needed an avatar, she came to mind. Luckily, I had the cardboard girl and was able to scan her and get her to represent me. As time went by, someone made her jump and she got the nickname "the jumpy girl." But as time went by the image was getting demented. Luckily, I found this present image on another website and I hijacked it to have a clearer image.
I love her because one never knows if she is excited and jumping for joy or if she is just over it and screaming into the abyss. Most of the time, it's the abyss part. So there you have it. I can't ever get rid of her. She is part of me now. And I have to thank Cuqui for her.