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I was born in 1976.
I remember about five things having to do with the Seventies.
Itchy Plaid couches
The Gong Show
Shirtless Men Wearing Short Shorts and Tubesocks
Miller Beer in Returnable Bottles
My brother was born.
Coincidentally, these were five things that happened in my home. My trailer home.
I didn't get out much in the Seventies.

I was a little too young to do anything but wish I was old enough to enjoy the Eighties during the Eighties.

I went to High School in the Early Nineties, so I was so incredibly preoccupied with eyeliner and deciding what to draw on my brown paper bag bookcovers to notice what was happening in pop culture. Plus I was practically Amish by Punishment all through high school. Did I ever tell you that?
Long story short, I wasn't allowed to use anything that plugged into the wall any time I did something bad.
Doing something bad ranged from keeping my glasses on the sink to leaving a drawer open to sneaking out of the house. Didn't matter how severe the crime, the punishment was always the same.
One week Amish.
Of course that wasn't the technical term for it. The technical term was "OneMoreWeekWithoutTelevision&Phone&ClockRadio&Microwave&Lights".
Amish.
But I could use flashlights and my walkman!
I am responsible for about 90% of the discarded batteries that are seeping into our groundwater and killing our babies while we sleep.
Sorry. My bad.
Blame my parents.
I do.

I went to college in the Late Nineties, so I spent my time with my nose buried too deep in either a book or a red Solo Cup to know what was going on outside a seven block radius.

I always feel like such a dork, because I never got to participate in anything that was ever going on until after Y2K, and as far as I can tell the New Millennium is kinda just a mashup of everything that may or mayn't have stereotypically happened from Post WWII America until the last day of 1999. Everything is faux Vintage or pretend Antique or inspired by an old trend. I can't figure it out.

Anyway, maybe some things did get inside my circle of me-ness during the 1990s because I remember a lot of what shows up on Children of the 90s. Or maybe I just paid attention to the other kids at the lunchtable talking about all the cool stuff that was going on because lately I'm way into reconstructing my teenage years via whatever gets posted there.

And now I've been awarded with the Write Stuff Award! Boo Ya!
There are no rule to this award, which I love. Because there is nothing that I hate more in the blogosphere than award rules. Well, maybe flash templates, partial feeds, password protected posts, profiles that don't include email addresses, carnivals, themes, private blogs, unaccepted html, broken links, moderated comments, security code protected comments, and automated spam comments. Those things are way worse.

And there is nothing that I hated more than pop music growing up, and NKOTB was one band that I loved to hate. I was kind of weird with the musical preferences of my youth. While most pre-teen girls were listening to any sort of bubblegummy silly stuff they could get their pink little hands on, I was at home listening to my dad's Yes, the Beatles, the BeeGees (not their disco stuff), Cat Stevens, Led Zeppelin, Marshall Tucker, Steely Dan, the Clash, the Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton/Derek and the Dominoes/Cream, and George Carlin albums. I think the first new release I ever bought was Guns-n-Roses Use Your Illusion I. Not because I loved or cared about GnR, but because it promised to be Great with a capital G.
I maybe listened to it three times before ditching it.
I'm such a snob. I don't know how you can stand it.

I'm passing this award on to Adrianne over at Perfectly Payton.
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Because I know you love to secretly stalk my niece.