Yesterday I wrote this post, in which I described the movie Gremlins as “an old movie from the 80’s,” and then I received this comment on facebook:
“It’s an old movie from the 80′s..” Thank you for that. Way to make your loyal readership feel youthful on a Monday morning.
Ha!
So that was from a high school classmate.
A funny high school classmate. Who was just making a joke.
But yes, I used the word “old” to describe something from the 80’s.
I can tell you when that adjective and that decade started being used in the same sentence in this house…
We have satellite radio in the cars. In case you don’t have it, there are a million different stations. There’s Howard Stern, Oprah, Martha Stewart, CNN, ESPN. There is a channel just for Bruce Springsteen, one for the Grateful Dead, a reggae station, a bunch of country stations. Then there is a station for every decade. One for the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s and 90’s.
One day about 2 years ago, I was driving in the car with all the kids. We are usually tuned in to Radio Disney. But on this day, the 80’s station was on. Nothing like a little Prince and When Doves Cry.
Anyway, after about 30 seconds, Number 1 says:
“Do we have to listen to these OLDIES?”
Gasp.
Choke.
Cough.
Cry.
Hysterically sob.
I silently reached over and turned the knob, maintaining my focus on the road.
It wasn’t exactly a feel-good-moment.
But it wasn’t as bad as this one…
A couple months ago I discovered an old (oops, there’s that word again) picture from high school and wrote this.
And then I received this comment on the blog, from a sweet (and apparently young) mom:
Holy crap! I just found your blog and have been admittingly stalking it!! laughing at almost all of your post, but this one made me seriously laugh so hard i choked!!
So I read that and I was feeling pretty freaking good about myself.
But then I kept reading.
Not being old enough to have experienced this awesome fashion era myself, all I think about when looking at this is my mother!! LOL!love it!
Oh.
My.
God.
All I think about when looking at this is my mother.
Are you fucking kidding me???
YOUR MOTHER????
Yep.
The 80’s are old.
And so am I.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna pull on my Depends, motor myself into the kitchen, and get started on my day.
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