Age is Just a Number
Happy Monday All!
Now I know that I am not that old and that the only people who seem to think that being in your 30s makes you a dinosaur is my children (Sorry fellow 3o somethings). There are times though that I can’t help but feel a bit ancient. I remember when I was younger I made fun of a few family members and teased them that they were old because the TV hadn’t been invented at the time that they were born. I know that I haven’t made it to the age that they were yet and the TV was definitely here on earth and plugged in on the day of my birth. However, I find myself consistently turning to my husband with disbelief of how many years have actually passed since I was born. In years -I don’t mean years really- but events that I have witnessed, and anniversaries that are springing up. Super Mario Bros is 25 years old you all! So, considering that misery loves company (and it is a Monday after all) I decided to take you all on my trip through Holy Crap I need a drink. I’ll meet you on the other side of tomorrow –
Just in case you weren’t feeling too old today, let me help you all out a bit.
The people who are starting college this fall were born in 1992.
They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.
The CD was introduced 2 years BEFORE they were born.
They have ALWAYS had an answering machine or voice mail.
They have always had cable.
Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.
Popcorn has always been microwaved.
They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.
They don’t know who Mork was or where he was from.
They’ve never heard “where’s the beef?” or “de plane boss de plane”
McDonald’s never came in Styrofoam containers.
They don’t have a clue on how to use a typewriter.
Notice the underlined-bolded font? That’s for us old fogies who have trouble reading.
P.S. Save the EARTH. It’s the only damn planet that has chocolate.