... is Oscar on your cup. Indeed, my mornings are always a little bit brighter when they are a little bit greener. And what better way to illustrate exactly how I feel most mornings than with a perfectly grouchy mug. Want one of your own? (Who doesn't??) Don't worry - you can get one here.



Know someone who likes to color? Know someone who likes Oscar? Then is this the thing for you: free Oscar the Grouch coloring pages that can be downloaded from the Internet. This is just one of the many images from My Coloring Pages. And in case you want coloring pages for other Sesame Street characters, you're in luck there, too. They have Cookie Monster, Big Bird, Bert & Ernie, and other members of the gang.

Seeing as how I am Oscar-obsessed AND cupcake-obsessed, I had to re-post these pictures I saw on the awesome blog, Cupcakes Take the Cake. They were made by Roxie's Cupcakes of Virginia Beach, but rather than completely plagiarize the post, you can read all about it here.


Taking it to the Street

This morning, I found myself browsing Amazon in pursuit of my next book, just to keep coming up empty. But then I stumbled upon what should grace any Oscar-lover's bookshelf:

Hold the Phone

While perhaps hooded Oscar towels may be hard to come by, one can still certainly outfit the entire bathroom in Oscar, starting with these customizable bath and hand towels available at Walmart. Kevin sure is one lucky kid...

Absorbed in Oscar


Maybe it's not ultra-absorbent, but it sure is cute! This gift came with a cute Oscar mitt and matching washcloths. I've tried to search them out--but come up with nothing--maybe I was lucky and it was one of a kind! :)
Or..they sold out due to popularity.
Either way, it's a nice addition to my Oscar collection. As you see, we break the kids in early--they have to get "Oscar-tized" at a young age.

Oscar the Grouch Cupcakes

When your sister, the alter ego and Grand Poobah of Oscar herself, is having a baby, what kind of dessert do you serve at her shower? Only the kind that makes your family secret come out in front of her closest friends. But hey, if the baby had come out green (we were kind of betting it would), at least it would all make sense.
























Oscar the Grouch and Baby Cupcakes by Topcake.

This guy proves you can wear Oscar and still look like a badass:
























"Reversible Sesame Street Urban Oscar Hoodie," carried by 80stees.com.

Did you know you could wear Oscar without anyone knowing? Oh, I do. I know all too well. That's because every Christmas, we are gifted with something green, enveloped in scraps of paper and taped to look as if "he himself" has picked it out and wrapped it. More often than not, that item is Oscar pajamas, Oscar boxers, or other "near and dear to you" wardrobe items. Someone, please buy this off of eBay before I end up getting it for Christmas.


It seems like people around the world can love a grouch. Oscar is a main character in Sesame Street programs all over the globe, though he often goes by a different name. In Germany, he is "Rumpel" and lives in his trash can with his caterpillar, Gustav.




so, why not have more than one? :)
Thankfully, for those of us with this Oscar Obsession--we can surf the internet and have access to sites such as ebay in order to feed our obsession!
This is Oscar's Posse. Note: the original is missing since he's currently residing down South. (i.e., he was placed in someone's underwear drawer).
The "Posse" has been collected from Wisconsin, Texas, California, etc. I think it's time to recruit another Oscar.....................................

That's right, that grouchy little green thing in the trash can wasn't always green. Maybe the producers of Sesame Street felt that orange was too sunny of a color?

Oscar Building Set

Looking for the perfect gift? This K'NEX Oscar Building Set, complete with pet worm Slimey, can keep a 3-year-old entertained for several whole minutes, as we found out this 4th of July. The top of the container also doubles as a nice hat for smaller children.





















Neither my sister nor I, nor our parents for that matter, can remember exactly how and when Oscar came into our lives. We do know that he arrived along with Cookie Monster, and that's about the extent of it. I was probably about 4 or 5 years old, maybe younger, and K was 8 or 9. These early years with Oscar were rather uneventful. He most likely ended up attached to my wall with Velcro along with all of my other stuffed animals. I never did figure out where my mom came up with that one -- Velcroing toys to my wall. I do know it scared the crap out of me at night. I'd be curious to know if anyone else's mothers did that, so leave me a comment if they did.

Anyhow, back to Oscar. Our first real memory of him is of him sitting on one of our pink blankets trimmed with pink satin. Sitting on that blanket in the garage, waiting for someone to take him home. Yes, we tried to sell him off in a garage sale. Cookie went, but no one seemed to take any interest in Oscar, so he got packed up along with all the other "unsellables." Later, he got packed up and moved to Florida, where my dad had taken a new job. Once settled in Florida, our parents bought a mini-van in 1980s mauve. The outside was mostly gray, but let me tell you, the rest was full-on mauve. Mauve seats. Mauve trim. Mauve curtains. Mauve ties around the mauve curtains. We used that mini-van for all of our cross-country summer trips, and this is apparently when my sister and I realized that that mauve van needed a splash of something green.

Oscar went on every trip. He crossed state lines, waving to cars, waving to truckers, making the truckers wave back at him. The highlight for my sister and I was when we could use Oscar's nubby arms to signal to the truckers that we wanted them to honk, and they blew their horns. Some people would even use stuffed animals in their cars to wave back at Oscar. To us, he was like our own traveling interstate diplomat. Of course Oscar couldn't just wave; he had to talk. So a voice developed, which can sort of be described as when a foreigner with an extremely heavy accent tries to mimic a Southern drawl. Only even stranger. We made Oscar talk to our parents in his own unique voice, and they would try to copy it, but could never quite master the high pitch that she and I could achieve. But if they asked us to show Oscar to anyone else, or to share his voice, we were a couple of tight-lipped kids. How could they embarrass us like that?!?!

Over the years, Oscar's overuse showed. His body got torn, stuffing fell out, and only occasionally was he sewn back together. His eyes detached, and we discovered a small hole in the bottom of each where a finishing nail would fit perfectly. We stuck a nail about 4" in length into each of his eyes, and then drove them into the top of his head. We then discovered that this fix meant his eyes could now turn, and so he became cross-eyed. Later, his crossed eyes were hot glued into place. His torn mouth was replaced with black and red felt patches, and anywhere leaking stuffing was repaired. As we grew up, Oscar was never discarded along with the other toys. He was part of the family, and therefore just had to evolve. His vocabulary became coarser. He learned how to swear. He learned how to write emails in his particular brand of vernacular and spelling.

My sister (who we eventually decided was Oscar's alter ego) started having kids, and each of them has picked up the Oscar voice with perfect pitch. In Oscar, you can't tell one from the other. They're taught at birth. She also started collecting Oscars from the Internet, mostly through eBay. "Original Oscar," as we sometimes call him, now has a herd of little Oscars. Since we're now adults (believe it or not) and are married with our own lives, we have to "share" Oscar, which usually comes in the form of secretly depositing him at each other's or our dad's house. Oscar, and sometimes mini-Oscars, can be found later in your refrigerator, in the shower, or maybe in your underwear drawer. Trying to escape the Oscar hand-off sometimes involves Oscar getting flung from your car onto the street, or squealing tires as someone is trying to stash Oscar into your backseat. If the stashing is successful, it is usually followed by a taunting phone call from Oscar himself.

This pretty much brings us up-to-date on "the Oscar story" and this blog is hopefully just one continuation of it. It's a facet of the Oscar Obsession. We think there may be others out there who are just as obsessed, though there may not be others quite as strange ... or deranged ... as us.

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