I decided to pierce my ears in the cartilage. I had the left one done a couple years ago but I got sick at the same time it got infected and since that was the only side I could lay on to breathe that hole went bye bye.
It wasn’t bad. A little painful, I haven’t had two done at the same time since I was 19( I am now 38) The part that still keeps me laughing is the 20-1-2 year old young lady that pierced them. She was very into her job and lectured me extensively on the proper care of piercings. I just stood there grinning thinking “Honey, I have piercings OLDER than you are!”
Not to mention I already had 6 ear piercings and one facial piercing…
When I was doing the morning show on Q-103 in the California Desert, my newsman and I would make fun of the group New Kids On The Block.
One young teen called me up, and thank the good Lord I had tape rolling. Her comment: “Ric and John, why do you guys talk bad about the New Kids on the Block? Don’t you know they’re bigger than the Beatles?”
Remind me to tell you sometime about my followup prank the next day that went horribly wrong.
The fair state of Michigan use to defined into three area codes:
313- Southern Michigan to Mid Michigan.
517 - Mid Michigan to Northern Michigan.
616 - Entire Upper Peninsula.
Since the explosion of cell phones, everything has changed. I’ve lost track on how many area codes there are now.
I was at a gift shop in Frankenmuth buying something when I noticed the handwritten area code over the old area code on the store’s business card that was taped to the register.
I sighed, " I remember when it was just three area codes ( citing the ones given above.)"
The teenager behind the counter just looked at me all wide eyed,
“Reallllly?”
My neighbor’s kid (about six years old) asked me why I wear my hat backwards. I was laughing too hard to tell her that it keeps the sun out of my eyes.
I have no children, but I take care of 2 neighbor boys after school a couple of days a week. The 8-yr-old is pretty cocky and full of himself. I have about 800 CDs prominently displayed in the living room. One day I asked Mr. 8YO if he wanted to listen to some music. He eyed my CDs and asked snarkily, “Do you have any rock and roll?” I wanted to tell him that my little finger knows more about rock and roll than he ever will, but I just said, “yes.”
A couple of days ago he told me that he got a CD by his favorite band Limp Biscuit. I suggested that he bring it over some time. Again the snarky tone, “Oh, you wouldn’t like it.”
I have to remind myself that he’s just 8, and I was as bad or worse at that age.