Tag - 80s

Friday 5: Rockit
Throwback Thursday: 1988
Throwback Thursday: My autograph book

Friday 5: Rockit

Happy Saturday! I was going to write this last night but we watched the Olympics Opening Ceremonies instead. It was amazing and the five little kids who carried the artistic storyline were adorable!

Everyone needs gym buddies.

This weekend I have nothing planned but a cheat day wings meal and finishing up the A pillow from HELL. I should have just bought him a Paw Patrol Valentine’s box.

Time for the Friday 5: the theme is Rockit. Let’s get to it!

1. What’s your favorite instrumental hit song?
Wipeout by the Surfaris, which is probably my mother’s doing. But it was also in Dirty Dancing.

2. What’s a good movie with rockets in in it?
On a more erudite day, I’d say Hidden Figures. If I’m feeling all “USA! USA!” (Which I still do, despite her issues at the moment. Right now she’s the girlfriend whom I’m telling to take more walks, quit drinking, and brush her teeth.) it’s Independence Day. There are spaceships, which in my world count as rockets. My blog, my rules.

3. In 1977, Voyager I took off on its very long journey, loaded with two golden records containing sounds meant “to portray the diversity of life and culture on Earth, and are intended for any intelligent extraterrestrial life form, or for future humans, who may find them,” according to Wikipedia. The contents were chosen by a committee chaired by Carl Sagan, but if Dr. Sagan called you today (you know, from beyond) and said there was room for ten more minutes of music and he was letting you choose it, what would you fill the ten minutes with?
Ten minutes is a lot, so I’m bringing in WM, my classical music expert, to help.


  • Ode to Joy
  • Soundtrack to Looney Tunes
  • Raiders March from Raiders of the Lost Ark

In his defense, we looked up the music on the records and most of his classical suggestions were covered.


4. What’s something you know about constellations?
Orion is almost always over my house. I can find the Big Dipper and Little Dipper easily, as well as Cassiopeia. Jack Johnson has a peaceful song about them. And it was the last warship with sails.

In my defense I was born in the early 70s.

5. When did you last spend time in a rocking chair?
WM’s chair is a rocking recliner, but the last time I spent time there was when I had that nasty bout of food poisoning in May.

And now that THAT’s out of the way … rat your hair, ladies and gents! It’s time for the 80s!


Throwback Thursday: 1988

A tiny primer for those who don’t remember printed photos from film cameras: your parents would buy a roll of film and it would stay in the camera until it was finished. Then if your parents had money, it would go to a Fotomat or another photolab to get developed in a day or two. If you were us, you’d send it away in a yellow envelope and get your pictures back in a few weeks. The date the film was developed was on back of the each photo, so even if you didn’t write the date on the back (in analog pen) you’d still have an idea of when it was taken.

With that out of the way, I present to you: September, 1988. Sweet sixteen.

Slight Photoshop retouching to remove spots.

Slight Photoshop retouching to remove spots. No filter because we Olds have our own filter called “TIME.”


1) The contents of the top shelf are as “child of the 70s/80s” as you can get, really. The yellow doll was won when I was younger a Wildwood boardwark game. The Basset Hound plushies were popular due to the Hush Puppies brand of shoes. And next to the dog is a painted Strawberry Shortcake figurine

2) The inside of my closet door had the ubiquitous lines indicating my height over the years.

3) This is my childhood bedroom, as taken from our hallway. The room is purple. There are a few posters and pinups (Jason Bateman, George Michael, riiiiiiiiiiight before my HUGE NKOTB era. The Hangin’ Tough album was just released and Please Don’t Go Girl wouldn’t hit top-10 for another few weeks), but they are on the walls that you don’t see from the hallway.

4) Since the timestamp is September, 1988, those balloons (ribbons dangling) were from my Sweet 16 party, a banging barbecue in my backyard with a DJ and a bubble machine and a bunch of my great friends. I didn’t want a party. I didn’t, that is, until a week before my birthday when I said, “hey can I have a party?” and my parents dutifully complied.

5) That shirt! So 80s! So Miami Vice/Kokomo!

6) That hat! The hipster trilby/fedora tend didn’t start yesterday, yanno. 🙂

7) That wrist scrunchy! When are they coming back into style?

8) My brother’s head is the shadow in the foreground. Ancient photobomb!

Throwback Thursday: My autograph book

This Thursday, I continue to plumb the depths of my memory box.

autograph book

My autograph book!

I received this autograph book at the end of sixth grade, when we were about to graduate out of elementary school. That September, we’d be assimilated into the Lord-of-the-Flies awfulness that was Beck Middle School (sink or swim, dog eat dog, etc.) with kids from about 7 other elementary schools. With all of those kids entering grade 7, we pretty much assumed we’d NEVER see each other again. We didn’t have yearbooks in grade school, so this is where we said our good lucks and goodbyes.

It’s actually a Girl Scouts autograph book, but in the aforementioned horrible middle school I put the (Lisa Frank?) sticker over the Girl Scout logo because I was no longer a Scout. The other sticker, a holographic one with rainbow detailing, a bear, PLUS my name on it got to stay.

autograph book - interior

My name and address, in case I lost the book anywhere within the 5 mile radius of home that my world encompassed.

Many of these pages have the phrase “hope to see you next year.” Not because we were macabre, but because in the pre-internet age, you never knew if one of your friends would move away suddenly during the summer and disappear forever.

After a page was signed, we’d fold the pages to make it easier to find the next blank one. For a while, I had one page folded differently so I could quickly find it and pore over its words while I listened to songs written for lovelorn teens. Later on, I folded it like the rest. My fingers can still find that page.

autograph book - folded pages

Such precision! Such fading!

I used this book each year through the end of sophomore year of high school, when I think we all switched to signing yearbooks.

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