As a child of the mid-seventies and early eighties, I was subject to the theatrical mania known as “wrestling.” My dad would launch my brother in the air and slam a “super-fly snooka” down to get him in bed. Looking back, it didn’t settle either of us to sleep, but it made memories.

Some kids play sports. We took turns knocking foreheads and grunting as a family on Sunday nights in front of the T.V. It was the only time of week when wedgies were acceptable and encouraged.

Even as a Barbie loving girl, I found the drama and story line hard to resist. How long did I actually spend wondering and watching every move trying to determine if it was real or not? Were my parents completely nuts!?

Fast forward to my mothering time on earth. I have two sons. Wrestling is forbidden, as I am a helicopter mom who knows darn well that someone is going lose a tooth! This, by the way, has already happened thank you very much.

I prefer to put the role playing away and bring out the toys. I like a happy medium. Not a video game, and not goose eggs on sensitive temples. Zombie-mutant wrestlers? Yes, that sounds perfectly educational and crafty!

Here’s a can of whoop- wrestlers!

58001 Mutant Mania 8 Pack

Instead of beating each other to a pulp as Family Game Night played out thirty years ago, I love that the mutant wrestlers arms can be ripped off, traded and reassigned to a new body and no one gets hurt.



There’s an awesome arena to battle in and if you thought you’d escape a zombie apocalypse? Nope, they can drive.

58005 Mutant Mania Mutant Masher


 You should get your wrestling and zombie love on too!  Check out their website where you can find loads of great products in this line, and do try to keep the clothes lines for hanging undies and not taking family members out on Christmas morning.


Angila has been writing since 1979 when she received her first diary, filling it with boy crazy nonsense and girly drama. It wasn't until the 21st century that she discovered writing was a healing tool to release inner chaos. When Facebook was invented Angila, who is an attention whore reveled in receiving likes and shares. Comments started pouring in that she should write a book. Knowing her lack of follow through and commitment issues, Angila ignored the advice and chose to blog. Detached From Logic is where she currently vomits her creative juices and allows the voices in her head a digital soap box. Her life long dream of having fans came when wordpress announced she had one follower. Unlike the stalkers in her life this one felt acceptable and welcomed.

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