Tag Archives: nostalgia

Baby, You Can Crash My Car

It is written in The Annals of Teen that one’s first car must be a sexy beast*.  My first car fit this definition to a tee. It was a 1981 dark brown diesel Mercedes that already had 300,000 miles on it when my dad picked it up for me for a grand. It weighed no […]

Remember the Time…we carpooled?

Some bad news and some good news for you this Monday. What would you like first? The bad news? Good, me too. Let’s yank that Band-Aid off real quick. I’m bummed to tell you today that my right-hand lady Ashley of Zebra Garden is going to be taking a longterm hiatus from blogging and Remember […]

Remember the Time….we hopped on that bandwagon?

Have you ever thought about the word “bandwagon”? It is kind of a weird way to describe trends that everyone wants in on. What band travels by wagon? The Monkees used a bed as a means of transport during the opening credits of their show, but I’m pretty sure that if they actually needed to […]

Remember the Time….we loosened up?

From time to time, Ashley and I will get lazy and not come up with a topic invite you to write whatever you like for Remember That Time, our mothball-scented weekly stroll down memory lane. It turns out that benevolence looks good on us. And that sometimes we forget until midnight on Sunday night to come up with a topic. […]

MTV without the music is just TV, right? WRONG.

Oh, MTV. MTV, MTV, MTV. I’m tempted to start out saying that I’m sad MTV isn’t what it used to be and that I miss the videos. However, there are three problems with that. Look at me, getting all three-point thesisy over here. Putting that MA to work once again. One, I don’t have cable […]

Remember That Time….we almost melted?

It seems way too appropriate that as I sat down at Starbucks to write about the Remember the Time theme for this week – heat waves – “Heat Wave” by Martha and the Vandellas started playing on their in-house mix. I mean, come on. Give that link a clickity click; you’ll be glad you did. […]

I’m going to talk a little about Elvis. I’m from Memphis, so it was bound to happen eventually.

I thought I could excuse myself from the Remember That Time festivities this week because I’m currently in my hometown of Memphis visiting friends and family, but I quickly learned that it’s pretty near impossible to co-host a nostalgia linkup and avoid writing about that town when all the memories are just begging to be […]

Remember That Time…we listened to the radio?

This week I’m road trippin’ with the fam to the setting of most of my Remember That Time We Did the Things posts, Memphis, Tennessee. It’s the hometown that I love to hate, but since Memphis is basically my family, no one is allowed to talk smack about it except me. You know how you […]

Here’s a piece of paper with Batman on it. I mean, I love you.

I played the childhood game well. I was an active participant in all the fun that could possibly be had. I finger painted with pudding. I sang “I’m A Little Teapot” and did all the motions. I hunted for eggs like a boss. I ate my Happy Meal and I liked it. I bought it […]

Forgetful Jones, You Are Not Forgotten

Awhile back I saw this image macro floating around on the Intertron: Aside from the fact that the comparison of Mitt Romney to Guy Smiley seems a tad bit forced, this picture bummed me out. It reminded me that there was a time when Guy Smiley – a character from the Sesame Street of my […]