Yes, it’s true, Flashback Friends! I have written a blog post about the 1980s!
A genuine ’80s blog post like the Olden Days when I wrote those for Childhood Relived.
It’s a throwback on a throwback!
Dear Kind and Gentle Readers,
In case you are wondering where I disappeared to many moons ago (in case you remember who I am), I will give you a glimpse of my life today, over yonder at my new blog Punch Drunk Village (click here for the gory details).
I hope it will explain why I can’t seem to muster the energy to spend one more late night googling images of mullets, Twinkies and Kirk Cameron to exploit on this blog.
Your Friend in Flashbacks (always…even though I’m so very, very tired),
P.S. I will always find time to exploit Kirk Cameron. Just not on this blog.
Last week I shared my news that I’ve returned to writing and have a NEW blog venture to announce. Wow, flashback friends! I’m incredibly humbled by the warm welcome back – thank you all!
So many wonderful comments of support! If I had to pick a few, I’d say my favorites were:
Yahooooo! I’ve missed you, Angie!
Where were you, Angie? Horshack from Welcome Back, Kotter died and I was worried sick about how you were taking it.
Great* news! *If your new blog isn’t about the ‘80s, please omit. Comment should then read as “News!”
I don’t remember you….did I sell you that Cabbage Patch Doll on eBay?
I’ve missed reliving the ‘80s with you, Angie! The world is scary now and nothing bad ever happened back then except for New Coke.
Just the Ten of Us was the best spin-off ever, how dare you.
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I am blessed.
In fact, I was so struck by your expressed enthusiasm for Childhood Relived, I’ve decided to incorporate more fun flashbacks into my NEW blog than I’d originally planned. Which, come on, can I ever have a single conversation without referencing Three’s Company anyway? Not. Even. One.
I’m thankful to get to share this blog with a couple of my best-friends-forever-with-necklaces-to-prove-it who are talented writers and especially witty in a way that makes me regress back to my pants-piddling days of tying windbreakers around my waist to hide the evidence. I hope you’ll choose to follow me there and eventually grow to accept and love these writers as much as I do, possibly letting them braid your hair, shop for your first bra, and walk you down the aisle at your wedding if that isn’t moving things too quickly. I want us to be a family.
So without further ado (actually, perhaps more ado later when I start bribing you with ridiculous contests), I present Punch Drunk Village: www.punchdrunkvillage.com .
Which has nothing to do with this Village. Unless that would make you visit me there. Then, yes, and I’m the cowboy.
It just came to my attention that last week marked the 4th anniversary of my blog, Childhood Relived! Four years….wow. It goes so fast. Why, only yesterday my blog was knee-high to a grasshopper and now it’s all grown up, living in my basement and binge-watching Quantum Leap reruns on Netflix.
Oh, something-something time in a bottle…
Meanwhile, it also just came to my attention that I’m soon to celebrate another blog anniversary! Yes indeed. Next month marks the 2nd anniversary since….I ditched my blog. (Gulp.) Two years….wow. It goes so fast.
Hello, remember me? Me, your friend in flashbacks, the one who once ate playdough and piddled in my pants? The one who had imaginary conversations with John Cusack, the one who helped you remember the exact swish sound your parachute pants made when you walked? The one who looked pathetically like this:
Yes. That was me.
And then I birthed a human baby, you see. And that baby required some time and attention and parts of my body. And I was up in the night and, weeeeeeeelllll, when you’re averaging 5 hours of sleep a night, it turns out you actually cannot (1) operate heavy equipment, (2) fly airplanes, or (3) google photos of John Stamos’ 1988 hairdo for a blog post on the top 10 best TV sitcom mullets.
But now my baby is a toddler and practically on his own. And I’ve missed it around here. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us! And so now, well, I’m sort of back. If you’ll have me.
Soon I will be posting the details of my new blogging venture. I’m very excited about it! Like more excited than I even was about New Coke! Like this will be super better than New Coke, I promise. Or just think of it as a Childhood Relived spin-off. Like when a show ended and you were all, awwww…it’s over. And then you were all, yaaaaay! It’s over but it’s kind of back, only with different Big Misunderstandings and new characters and one could even look a tiny bit like Don Knotts if you squint just right, and then it’s almost like old times.
Just like that.
So pretty-please-with-some-Skittles-on-top stay tuned to what will surely be the greatest spin-off ever created since
Three’s a Crowd Joanie Loves Chachi Just the Ten of Us The Brady Brides Laverne & Shirley.
When I get famous someday . . . . what? How? Well, naturally through my invention of the first hybridized winged unicorn, “Rainbow Horny Wings,” which Mattel stole from me decades ago. You know, after I sue Mattel for the royalty fees and then finally get the worldwide credit I damn well deserve . . . what were we talking about?
When I get famous someday, I always imagine my first interview will start out something like Navin Johnson’s first interview after his invention of the Opti-Grab.
You know, Navin Johnson? You know, The Jerk? If you don’t, then I’ll forgive you. But then, you know, Steve Martin? (But if you don’t, or if you ask, “Father of the Bride?” then our relationship must end now.) You know, one eyebrow raised, staring smugly into the camera, where I’ll so boldly, publicly contemplate my own existentialism. “Who is Angie Z.?”
And then I’ll really be somebody.
But if that never happens, fortunately I already have my exclusive interview in the bag.
Over yonder at the fantastic humor blog She’s A Maineiac, Darla, one of the greatest people I know that I’ve never actually met before, featured me as her blogger of the month! And, as such, I participated in her monthly interview, Firsts and Lasts! Check it out here.
Because, just like Navin, I really am somebody.
Remember back in the good ol’ days when we all thought disco wouldn’t die?
You know, like an incessant whiny housefly you’ve swatted at twenty times — and yet it keeps on doing the Hustle?
And then, perhaps all too soon, the Last Dance was actually the last. And the sun went down on KC’s Sunshine Band. And Studio 54 ran out of coke.
Maybe disco didn’t suck. Maybe it was just horribly misunderstood.
This blog kind of died too. But I’ll be damned if it sucked.
I’ve been away a long time. And I didn’t even have the courtesy to leave a note or call to tell you my plans. Not even those made-up kinds, like I’m just staying the night at Christy’s house tonight and, yes, I promise her parents are there.
Nothing. How irresponsible of me.
WordPress declared my blog dead too.
July 1st marked my blog’s 2-year anniversary. Woohoo!
To celebrate, after 18 months of living high on the blog-hog, WordPress stripped me from its short list of Recommended Humor Blogs.
That hurt, WordPress. That hurt bad.
And then I returned to my blog this week, after a two and a half month leave of absence, and the windows were all boarded up. My newspapers were piled in the front lawn, my screen door was stuffed with sales flyers, and squatters were hanging out giving time-share presentations to whoever stopped by.
Not the kind of homecoming I expected.
Well, speaking of squatters, if you want to know the truth of why this blog fell apart, it’s this. Earlier this year, a little thing called pregnancy happened.
And the little womb squatter I’m now supporting is likely not getting out until he’s good and ready. Which will be a while.
I forgive that he’s cramped my blogging style.
But I might not forgive him for the other styles he’s cramped.
Like how I now find stretchy polyester to be the best invention since Fruity Pebbles. And how I’ve surmised that housecoats really can be both practical and fun.
But while I haven’t been blogging lately, I also haven’t been cleaning the cat litterbox. So I’ve got that going for me.
I don’t know where I’ll go from here with my blogging. It feels like this might be the end, my dear flashback friends. Especially when I try to envision balancing a baby on my boob, while I burn the midnight oil to upload inane images like this one:
Which probably would look exactly like this . . .
. . . only, in my version, Mary is at her laptop searching for an obscure Billy Ocean video and screaming profanities.
But on the other hand, this blog means way too much to me to want to give it up.
Don’t give up on me just yet. Right now I’m mulling over the future of my writing — and pondering what things will look like down the road. Like whether my butt will stay this way. And how I hope he has hair this time — but not on his back.
And after all, even Twinkies are now making a comeback! Hip, hip, hooray!
And I heard this song on the radio just yesterday! And I didn’t even hate it!
Although, I was obviously wearing something like this at the time . . .
. . . so that probably skewed my thinking.
To be continued?