I have well over 3000 items. Everything from soap, food, underwear, cups, statues, to action figures and dolls. It all started when I was 5 years old when I got a 45 record of "Wonder Woman: Prisoner on Christmas Island". Later that year I got a second collectable, a long scar under my chin. I was in the bath tub and heard the theme song from the show with Lynda Carter coming from the living room. I was so excited that I jumped up in the tub, slipped, and BOOM! Split my chin open. My mother says I cried the whole way to the hospital. Not because I was hurt, but because I was missing my favorite show. I collected 12 stitches that day!

She would bring equal rights to everyone no matter their race, gender, age, class, religion, or sexual orientation. She'd put a lot of focus on environmental issues, and the importance of education.

My husband loves the collection to a point. He's proud of it but loves to tease me at the same time. He does have his own little "cell" that I don't put any Wonder Woman stuff in, but he pretty much can't escape her. As long as I can cover my share of the rent and bills, he doesn't get mad when I spend thousands of dollars on crap from the 60's. Well, I'm sure he'd be a little upset, but he wouldn't yell about it. Not if he's knows what's good for him! Ha-ha-ha!