Which was the best decade? For me, each one that I’ve experienced holds powerful memories and life-changing moments. So, I say all of them are the best decades.
2010’s: Netflix Original Series (new to me so it counts), and me pretty much having no clue what any of the trends are other than that the word retarded is out, and sharing what special needs and autism moms want you to know. It’s been during the 2010’s that I’ve been able to watch my amazing little boy grow, learn, begin school, play, and to find friendship. He now says “bwess you” when we sneeze. Pretty awesome stuff.
2000’s: The world didn’t blow up from Y2K, but did from 9/11. The iPod was invented, Facebook was launched, Hurricane Katrina devastated the lives of too many people in New Orleans, the iPhone came out, and Michael Phelps beat a bunch of world records. I met my husband Robert, got married, and, near the end of the decade, we were blessed with the birth of Tucker. Obviously the last item was the most life changing for me.
The 90s: Communism fell, and the Cold War ended. I got married and divorced to hubs one, got laid off from the first job I ever loved, and had sex. I traveled to Turks & Caicos with my friend Sara, and considered moving there.
The 80’s: Shit. Let’s do the 70’s first, okay?
The 70’s: Pet rocks, disco, waterbeds, continued conflict over the Vietnam war, Are You There God, it’s Me, Margaret, camping trips, summer camp, and the angst I experienced in 1979, when my mom embarrassed me by announcing at breakfast that we’d be buying my first bra one morning. In front of my younger brother. Also, nub-boobs. Shudder.
- This is what happens when you go to horse camp and don’t have access to hair products. Oh, and braces. See my jacket? Yup, that’s my name sewn above the horse. In all caps. I rocked awkward.
- I’m sure my mother made me wear that hideous puke of a dress, and, even with access to hair products, I reeked of dweeb.The 80’s: Party-On Excellent memories, Garth. “Where’s the Beef?” Michael Jackson, jelly bracelets, sex in cars (and closets?), huge boom boxes, and well. Life. The 80’s were long, friends. They were there when I went to middle school, loaded up with homemade suckers, hopeful that I’d come home wealthy from my lucrative business venture. In reality, I gave them away for free to pretty much anybody I deemed as cooler than I was. Which was anybody with a penis, and girls who were prettier, smarter, or more athletic than I was. Needless to say, I had to fund my sucker habit with babysitting money and never turned a profit.
The 80’s also encompassed my high school years. They include the year I lost my virginity. The 80’s were there for my awkward freshman year, when my parents got divorced. They were there for braces and puberty and boys. It was 1985 when I went to Mexico for the first time.
#1 My roommate got pissed at me – this photo was on my bulletin board (do you remember bulletin boards???) and took a thumbtack and scratched my photographed face with it. Bitch.
# 2. I had a rat-tail. For real. That is, until Bob C cut if off at a party and hung it from the rear-view of his yellow Camaro, which was considered a sweet ride back then.
#3 Check out dude’s pants! And they were cool!
I feel like I’ve written a lot about the 80’s actually. In fact, it was pretty recently that I told you about the walk of shame, right? Once, I even wrote almost a whole post on 80’s answering machines and the messages I used to put on them.
The 80’s were when my friend Julie and I peed in a graveyard in New Orleans, and lived to tell about it. It was still cool to have sunburned cheeks, a perm, and a shaved “step thang” going on on the side of your head (and eyeliner, dudes):
Do you have a favorite decade? Memory?
Little parts of this post were taken from one I wrote last summer. This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. The sentence is “My favorite decade is…” given to us by the lovely Kelly at Just Typikel. Show here some extra love, yeah?
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