The other day I got a text from my cousin, "Gisele" (I wonder why she picked that blog name?) and she said that her son just learned the following tune from one of his friends: “Milk, milk, lemonade--around the corner fudge is made!”
Did you sing that when you were a kid? I did. In fact, I used to sing it with Gisele. It was a good song; I might start singing it again. We also used to do “Me Chinese, me play joke, me go pee pee in your coke” but that one is off limits because I have a daughter from China and she is, for the most part, potty trained. In any event, that little fudge packing ditty prompted me to start thinking about all the fun things Gisele and I used to do.
We spent many Saturday nights with a bowl of cheetos, the White Pages and a phone. What else did we need? We weren’t sitting on opposite ends of the couch playing some handheld video game with different colored bricks all by ourselves--no we were not. If we weren’t yelling “You sunk my battleship!” or beating each others asses at Connect 4, we were making phony phone calls and we were doing it together.
Kids these days think they have it so good with all of their electronic gadgets, but they don’t know. How can a sleepover be fun unless you make at least one or two attempts to call Jenny at 867-5309? Or what about that restaurant with the cute bus boy? Is it no longer hilarious to call there, ask for him and when he picks up say: "Is your refrigerator running?"
When did kids become too cool for fun?
When my girls are ready for sleepovers, I’m going to load them up with oreos, give them our home phone, and arm them with the caller ID blocker number. Then I’m going to have them call my old English professor who hated me because one time when he said "Does anyone have any questions?" I raised my hand and asked why he insisted on saying “aw-yillery” instead of “auxiliary." I am going to have them call THAT guy, and when he answers (and he will because if he's not dead, he'll be home) I will have them say: “Hi, is this Craven Moorehead? Are you Craven Moorehead?"
And then they will crack up, eat 17 oreos and it will be the best sleepover EVER.
Seriously, I got a visit from a patroller in my pre-teens b/c we got out of control and they traced us. My favorite was always calling 411 and asking all kinds of questions: how do you make peanut butter and jelly? They'd always say we don't have that information. If they didn't - who did, they were 411 - information after all!
ReplyDeletehaha fudge packing ditty. Yup, that alone makes me laugh - Jody
ReplyDeleteI used to call Jenny's number over and over. Now we need an area code!!!
ReplyDeleteSleepovers were the BEST! Did you and your friends have "bull sessions"? I mean, it's not a party until at least 3 girls are crying because the rest of us have decided to be BRUTALLY honest with them (in the name of true friendship of course) about their weight gain, bad complexion and unruly hair. Also? No slumber party was complete without a seance. What goes better with a bunch shrieking obnoxious preteen girls than contact with the afterlife and possibly...SATAN? Just an aside? I never had the balls to do that whole "Bloody Mary" thing in the mirror. Still don't know if I can. I can drink plenty of them though. Same thing.
ReplyDeleteI would like to have a sleepover with you guys this weekend. I just need to brush up on the words to "Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee." Also, I need to get a blonde wig.
ReplyDeleteMy Dear childhood BESTEST Friend... I recall many of those fun times with you and YES we did them all!! Said them all and had a blast just being a kid! Great times Great memories! I especially remember trying to call Michael Jackson with the number to the Jenny song.. there was a time we all thought it was his number. What about those numbers you could call to talk to Santa or listen to your horoscope... before 800#s
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Ahhh, I wish I'd had friends like this when I was a kid! I always seemed to get the sleepover date that included a visit to the friend's church in the morning. Sigh.
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