date with Biff in the 80's, look at the hot number I hooked up with for the party. Click on any pic to enlarge.We're not gonna take it!
I loved this post by Doug Hoffman. Girls, go on over there and get hysterical.
I had ErinCam! on the other day and a newbie joined the chat. I asked him how he found me. He said he searched for oldest person that was live on Stickam and my page came up. Nice, huh?
In the previous post (1981), the Goat has a mustache. He had it when we married, but for some reason has since shaved it off (I can't remember when). I have implored him relentlessly to grow it back to no avail. Hence, I invite you bloggers to use the comment section to convince him to reconsider the 'stash or email the Goat privately with your reasons why he should get making with the whiskers.Answers to some questions about me and the Goat in the 1981 post that I didn't get to in the comments (sorry, but some days you eat the bear and some days the bear eats you and lately, that mother's been dining high if you know what I mean):
I was born in March 1965. The Goat was born in December 1956. We were married in November 1992.holy shit!
The 1981 pic of me was taken at a jazz concert at Blossom Music Center in Stow, Ohio. My Dearly Beloved's pic was taken at a golf outing in Buffalo, NY.
My Splendid King does not look like Harry Reems.
I never did aerobics back then. I still have that bandana. I wasn't really Miss December, 1986, but goddamnit, I should have been!
21 comments:
Awesome!
And we're the SAME AGE. I, too, was born in March of 1965, only in a galaxy far far away. And I wasn't Miss December, 1986, so I guess the similarities are kinda few.
My bloggy-thingy is really here, I guess I should fix my blogger profile (that I just keep around cuz I don't know why)
September of 65 here. Class of 83, huh?
We went to different high schools together.
Goat, you going up to the house tonight?
Erin, you ought to come out here this summer. We're restaging The Reunion (our class was 1984), and you'd fit right in with some of those outfits.
Would that Biff be Biff Wellington, fabled Porn-Star?
Two words: mustache ride.
Erin - I am making my mad crush on you retroactive to 1981.
That is all.
I do hope you sing Lets get Physical by Oliva Newton John to the Goat...Record this. That is so 80's how can you not?
Man, I think I missed the 80's. That's not what I experienced...
thanks for the shout, gorgeous :)
And you're four years younger than me. Doesn't that make you feel like a baby?
Well helloooooo!!
Thanks for stopping by my place...and thanks for the kiss my ass part too!! lol
My love bud has had his stache since the stone age...I have begged him to shave it off...he wont do it...I am beginning to think he doesn't have a fucking lip under there!
I love Big Hair. It's part of my heritage like fried okra and grits. I'm from Tennessee where Big Hair is Queen and the Queens all have Big Hair.
Oh Note to Goat: Mama wants the stash back. What does it take? More whiskey? Some of that nasty fatback spammy stuff to cook in the fireplace? Mama goes on a field trip and you have to deal with her bloggin' buddies? Hop to, Goat. Learn your role. That is being THe Goat.
looking hot there. Love the fish nets. Those shades have to go though. So late 80s... you need something more early 80s
I went to an 80's party in January and completely pimped the side ponytail and electric blue leggings. I wish I had an 80's party to go to at least once a month. Good times...
Dude!
This is too cool!
I never get invited to 80's parties. Someone once said its b/c most of my friends are still IN the 80's. (how should I take that?!)
corn dog:
Thanks for noticing lil ole me among all these Erin fans. If the mustache comes back, the golf shirt (and golf game) come back with it. Even a goat has to make a stand at some point.
the goat's kinda hot, Erin...
Erin, I tried but the goat is threatening to bring back the golf shirt AND the game. I think you better let the stash slide. The shirt might not be so bad but the game? Whoo wheee that means golf cleats on his hooves and him trotting through the house tearing up the carpet again.
I barely remember half of the 80s. Maybe 'cause I was born in 1975, but...
And I shaved my whiskers earlier this month just for a different look (maybe that's what the Goat's doing). God, I felt so damn naked (maybe that's because I had it for six months). I liked the clean-shaven look, but I missed the 'stache. So I grew it back, and I'm keeping it (but that's just my opinion).
I can't call this for the Goat. All I can say is that The Goat's refusal to reinstate the 'stache is one of those annoying, infuriating, celibacy-forcing, divorce-inducing ("I'm leaving and I'm ttaking the fish!") phases we as Oink-Oinks (hey, I can admit it) go through with women. You know this, we can't help it.
Be patient for the 'stache. When he has had enough of feeling "smooth as an android's bottom" (sorry, watching Star Trek: Insurrection), the 'stache will come for him. Watch.
I love bloggers. I love the Goat. I love fishnets.
Love! Love! Love!
I confess to being 40 too. I do not, however, have such lovely backcombed hair. I envy you, Erin O Brien. I do.
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