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Memoir Monday - Once Upon a Time, I was an Idiot Teenager

Monday, October 19, 2009

Once upon a time, there was this idiot teenager.  I know, idiot teenager is redundant.  Teenager=lack of any good sense whatsoever




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It's Monday again, and my buddy Travis over at I like to Fish instituted this Memoir Monday thing last week.  It went over pretty well, so I am sticking with it for a bit.


Yesterday, the hubs and I were downloading some music, the legal way, via iTunes.  I would kill to have all the cds I have purchased  over the years.  I have lost so many of them, through moving, or playing them too many times in the car, before the invention of those MP3 players and iPods and such.  I have probably spent enough on music to put at least two of our four children through college.  But, then what else do teenagers go to work for?  I went so I could buy music, and clothes.  But, I digress, and those are topics for another day.


We are a music lovin' family.  At any given time when the family is going down the road, you can count on all of us singing some 80s mega hit.  My kids have all the words to Mr. Roboto, Don't Stop Believing, Bohemian Rhapsody and many others down pat.  It is probably quite a spectacle to witness for on-lookers.  I often notice that we get a lot of "looks" from vehicles when we are stopped at traffic lights.  However, we laugh and continue on in our merriment.  Anyshizzle, we (the hubs and I) have been missing quite a few of our old favorites.  When we venture out on our own, we listen to the 80s and 90s stations on the Sirius Satellite station.  It came free for a year with my Jeep! Go me!  Every time we are listening one of us will say "I need that song" or "Ooo, that's a good one, I need to download that one!"


This evening when we picked up necessities at the local Wal-Mart, I added an iTunes card.  There were several "must-have-that's" on the list.  And varied they were: The Police, U2, Ronnie Milsap, Alabama, Bauhaus, Love and Rockets, Metallica, Sheryl Crow, 10,000 Maniacs, Edie Brickell, The Verve Pipe, Tonic, Jefferson Airplane, Foreigner, Our Lady Peace, Journey, Sarah McLachlan and last but certainly not least, Depeche Mode.  I bought, for the probably millionth time, the album I know inside and out, up and down, backwards and forwards.
I remember this album with memories that are both dear and near to my heart, and other memories that, certainly are not some of my proudest moments.  This album came out and became popular the year I graduated from high school.  I was a rebellious jackass at 17, and 18, and 19, and well....hell, I still am sometimes.  I moved out of my parents house about three weeks after I turned 18.  Again, not my proudest moment.  I wanted to be wild, and free, and stay out as late as I deemed appropriate.  I moved in with some friends.  Daemien, Pierre and Randy.  Three guys.  Again, not my proudest moment.  Daemien was one of my best friends, as it turns out, now my brother-in-law.  Randy, first husband.  Pierre, is still one of our nearest and dearest friends.  He's family as far as we are concerned.


PARENTAL ADVISORY:  IF YOU CONTINUE PAST THIS POINT AND YOU KNOW ME PERSONALLY, YOU MAY NEVER LOOK AT ME THE SAME.  STOP READING NOW!  I TOLD YOU SO, IF YOU ARE STILL READING, YOU WERE WARNED!


Amongst other things that I consider to be, less than my finer moments, and certainly something, in hindsight I would take a "redo" on, is one of the strongest memories I recall each time I hear this album.  The three guys and I, along with a gaggle of other idiot teenagers who, on any given evening, spent every chance we got hanging out and being stupid, would find three or four jiffy markets where we could purchase butane.  We would save the plastic bags that the newspaper came in, because even though we were idiots, we did read the newspaper daily.  And, believe it or not, we all had full time jobs.  Miracles, I tell you, only miracles saw fit to make sure we made it through each day, alive.


So once we had purchased three or four containers of butane, we would gather back at our pathetic excuse for an apartment and get out the plastic newspaper sleeves.  Pop Violator in the "boom box" and fill those plastic sleeves full of butane.  Shake the bag.  Feel it get cold.   Inhale.  Hold it.  Exhale.  Feel the burn....wha...wha...wha...high!  We listened to that album high on butane, more times than I care to remember.  It truly is a miracle that none of us ever required a trip to the emergency room.


Years later, I was watching Rescue 911.  You remember that show?  William Shatner hosted it.  Anywho, I was watching an episode and the idiot kids were "huffing".  Now, every other episode I had ever watched, something tragic happened, and then Rescue 911 came and saved the day.  That was the whole premise of the show.  Every time, tragedy, save the day.  Tragedy, save the day.  Not this episode.  One of the kids who was "huffing" butane, DIED.  I gasped.  My heart sunk.  I was transported right back to that living room floor, where I, and my friends spent so many times, inhaling butane.


First, I had never heard the term huffing.  Second, I lived a sheltered life.  Third, while "huffing" it never occurred to me that we could die.  Fourth, I was an idiot.  And lastly, I WAS AN IDIOT!

Each time I hear the album, I thank God that I made it through my teenage years alive.  Because let's face it, obviously I was tempting Fate each time I did something THAT stupid.  And if I was THAT stupid, it can only be attributed to God having a plan for me!  Seriously, it's a miracle!



Well, that's my Memoir Monday.  I have many other memories that go with my Depeche Mode Violator album, and many reasons to love it that don't include stupidity.  Enjoy your Monday folks!


Remember, music makes your spirit fill with youth. 


Love!

16 comments:

Daffy said...

...ahhh...Depeche Mode ...brings back memories! I know who to hit up for music now! I'm thinkin' I dig this Memoir Monday thing...

Lee the Hot Flash Queen said...

First, your fam is like mine! We get in the car and must hear Queen and Abba, and my kids know all the words to every song. Second, we all did dumb things...I lived on poppers, and I only lost...wait, what was I saying?????

Travis said...

I loved the shit out of Rescue 911. Geez. The Shat is amazing.

Ed Adams said...

Maybe I should change your moniker from Lucy Blogstalker to Ariana Huffington.

adrienzgirl said...

Memoir Monday is pretty cool, taking that stroll down memory lane.

adrienzgirl said...

Oooo....I forgot about Dancing Queen. We have one of those!

adrienzgirl said...

That show rocked!

adrienzgirl said...

NICE....real nice! Told you, not one of my finer moments.

joy said...

Wow that is a scary memory! Thank God none of you were seriously injured or worse from those shenanigans.

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Anonymous said...

Glad you made it through that phase. I was just a pot head back then.

Ryan Ashley Scott said...

Oh my gosh! I lived a sheltered life, too - and sometimes I'm amazed at all the stupid things I did or thought. Getting into cars with drunk teenage drivers, per say. Makes me worry for my son. Geez, I hope he isn't as stupid as I was.

conquer the monkey said...

monday memoir is kinda a cool idea, and don't feel too bad, i think all teenagers did stuff like that, right!!!??? i just hope somehow when i have kids I can help them avoid the dumb ass stuff i did!!!

great post

adrienzgirl said...

I hope that every day, and my mother? She thinks me having a teenage daughter, is the funniest thing EVER. You reap what you sow I guess! :P

adrienzgirl said...

Yeah, um...kids don't listen to parents. They lose their minds somewhere around 15ish and then mysteriously, they find them around 25 right where they left them. Strangest phenomenon. Seriously, I think someone should look into it instead of where that other sock goes in the dryer.

LiLu said...

Haha! I would kill to see a carful of kids belting out "Mr. Roboto"!

Tamara aka Cheapskate Mom said...

I hope everyone is feeling better. when I was reading about your puke mishaps it sounded just like me. I can't handle puke for nothing! I am a repeat-puker and my kids know not to rely on me to help them when they are hurling, lol!

Hang in there, girl!!