But, for all the wonk wonk, there is a bit of hilarity that follows me. Probably because I live with someone who could hold his own on SNL. If I added up all the funny stories regarding him, I could make yall laugh on the regular! Until I get the go ahead permission to blog on the latest hilarious happening, you're gonna have to deal with this tiny tidbit of info about me that has been brought to my attention that it may be the pure dorkiest thing on the earth.
I'm gonna set it off from the get go and just break it to yall. Okay.
I love Time Life. Timelife dot com.
Yep. Those commercials. Read: glorified infomercials with music.
My husband joked on me the first time he realized my obsession. He caught me straight watching the commercial...alone...and not flipping the channel...& singing like it was my job. He thought I was kidding, you know, trying to be funny. Naw. I was making a mental list of what songs to get off Napster. Aww yeah...that's old school right there!!! And, for the record, I don't think he was my husband then, and he still chose me! Patheticness and all!
Anyway, years have passed and nothing has changed. I love the time life commercials. Just last night, I rocked out to one for about 30 minutes. "Pop Goes the 70's". $149.95 for 10 CDs. I would never, ever buy one. Believe that. Number one, I'm married to cheap nasty and he might just walk right out the door on that bad use of $. But, I've got a mental list. I've gotten low enough to put download some of those songs on iTunes. Don't hate. "Easy 80s" got me weak. I'm very musically driven. It's the window to memories- and I'm a sucker. And those commercials, it's like practice for my favorite road trip game (the one that I stone cold dominate) - who can sing the most songs correctly. I'm kinda good at it. (Stay humble, Amy, stay humble). W asked me if I knew all those songs last night because I was born in the 70s. Dude, I only lived in them 2 years...and I bet I was singing "itsy bitsy spider" then! It's just from years of collective dorkiness.
Anyway, now that you know I'm a true pathetic dork, I challenge you to watch one of these fabulous commercials and rock out next time one is on. See if it doesn't make you wish you were in a malt shop, or protesting a war, or at studio 54 dancing. See if you can hear 15 seconds of "I Want to Know What Love Is" by Foreigner and try not to tear up with pure nostalgia...for a time that you thought love was what you had for your Ralph Macchio poster, and now because you really do know what love is. You'll get it. I know you all have a little inner dork in there too. Even my husband won't admit it, but I don't think he rolls his eyes at me about my unhealthy obsession anymore. Either he likes it too, or he has a sense of pride of how many random songs I know.
And, he didn't bust me too hard when I purchased him a Christmas gift from time life dot com. Well, in full disclosure, it began as time life dot com and ended up on eBay, where I bought it. A full on 25 volume set on the Vietnam Experience. Boom. (Dork) wife of the year!!!! They were a little dusty, but I wiped those bad boys off and they were just like new!
Such a tiny tidbit of dorkiness from yours truly. Now, my sincere hope is that some of you closet dorks can relate...or perhaps my facebook friend list is about to tank, or there will be absolutely no comments regarding this post, no text messages from friends, and no one will make eye contact with the dorkiest chick in the world tomorrow.
Oh well, for those who remain, you may be the recipient of a time life dot com CD in the future!!! Ha ha ha!!!
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