since I turned 16. Around here, we are gearing up for a big celebration of that anniversary at the end of October. And all this planning to celebrate an event that happened 20 years ago has me feeling a bit nostalgic. As I was cleaning the basement today, I came across my old high school year books. I looked through my 1988 and 1989 yearbooks, and read through some of the thoughtful notes my friends wrote to me…
Hey Kerry. Stay cool and rad. Brian F.
O.K. Bri… will do.
As I am giggling to myself, my 9 year old son wanders over. He wants to know what’s so dern funny. He looks at some of the photos with me. As I flip through the pages, I recognize the insecure girl that was me 20 years ago. I am not much different from that girl today… ‘ceptin’ I’m not as hyper… I’m sorry. That’s not true.
However, one difference from 20 years ago is I am not as boy crazy. I’ve narrowed it down :) Another is I have more zits. Who knew? But… I still hate my arms in sleeveless tops. Aaaaand I still wear tennies most of the time (except now I wear Converse All Stars with laces, and back then all I could afford were the white fake “Keds” I would buy at the local grocery store - and would wear them without laces). I even break out my old cheer moves from time to time… and my daughters love the fact that I can still do a round-off. I didn’t say a GOOD round-off, but… Go Team! See! That young Kerry is practically the same as almost-mid-life Kerry… *high kicks, throws out back, crawls to couch*
Where was I… My son. He looks at some of the yearbook pages with me. I’m feeling all nostalgic in a positive way. And my son lowers the boom. I can’t even believe a child of mine would ask me such a question. I guess I should expect such an inquiry since I am old enough to remember listening to Linda Ronstadt on an 8-track.
Mom. Were trees and everything REALLY IN GRAY AND WHITE back then?
Whut, whut, WHUT??? No you di’ent my son. No. You. Di’ent.
I calmly explained that it was very expensive to print yearbook pages in color back then. I felt 15 wrinkles form on my face as the words entered the air. I immediately called the local Botox injector-person. I applied an entire bottle of Oil of Olay. I went on to explain that just the pictures were in black and white… so, “NO!” when I was a young lass - all of nature was not in shades of gray. “Back then…”, those words should be banished from the vocabulary of all young people. *waves cane, searches Google for “Rascal“*
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So speaking of the 80’s…..trying to book the Retros for an adult “80’s prom night” here in big old Yakima the weekend of April 25th. They will probably laugh at my request, but will be sure to keep you posted if by some freakish luck they agree to come to our humble (sad) little town. Since you are their #1 fan in all the land….do you know any inside tricks to getting them over here???? If so, do tell.
Happy almost anniversary by the way!!!!
Hee.. Hee…Hee… so cute, that boy! About that party…when are we having the party planning party?
Melissa - The trick with The Retros… hard cold cash. like, 3500 smackers I believe.
Lizulfisa - Every night. We have routines to work on! We have playlists to make and cardboard to tag!!!! Did I mention routines? “Oh Mickey your so fine, your so fine you blow my mind, Hey Mickey!!!
Party? There’s a party? oooh, can I come, pretty please?
I SO wish SF was closer to ya’ll. You have all the fun up there!
Tell your little rascal that B&W is arty - that’ll fix him but good.
Yesterday my son asked me a question about something I did in “the Olden Days.” I asked him which “Olden Days” in particular was he referring. He replied, “Bible days, Mommy!”
(Hey, I think I can turn that into a post . . . thanks!)
Dear me. I must be ancient then because I just celebrated the 20th anniversary of my 18th birthday. You can assure your son, we drove cars, wore shoes, and had tv then. And nature was colorized too. :D
You think YOU’RE old?!? October is the 20th anniversary of my 18th birthday! I wasn’t even in high school anymore!! Waaaaa!
See? I’m so old I forgot how old I am! This October will be the 20th anniversary of my 19th birthday, not my 18th. Now I’m really depressed.
Things really were all black and white back then.
oh yes, i remember the keds without the shoelaces and remember someone is always older than you!
Oh … I know you can still do a round-off! You rock! I don’t want to talk about it … my days of round-offs ended so sadly … as you know. In my mind, I can do the best round offs! You’re going to have the best, like. totally. cool., 20 year anniversary ever. Did I say I miss you?