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Showing posts with label The Year I Turned 18 Blogfest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Year I Turned 18 Blogfest. Show all posts

Monday, October 29, 2012

The Year I Turned 18 Blogfest



Today is the beginning of Cally Jackson's The Year I Turned 18 blogfest to celebrate the launch of her new book, The Big Smoke.

The idea for the blogfest comes from the fact that both of the main characters in The Big Smoke turn 18 in the course of the novel. So, Cally is asking participants to write about our own 18th year.

I turned 18 way back in 1986, so I am a long way off from Ceara and Seb, the characters who celebrate their 18th birthdays in Cally's novel.

When thinking about this blogfest I realized that I don't have any particular memories of my 18th birthday at all. I have vivid memories of turning 16 and, especially, 21, but 18 doesn't stand out much.

But there were lots of things about 1986 that do stand out. It was the year of the Challenger space shuttle explosion and the Chernobyl nuclear disaster. And, on a much lighter note, the "only in the 80s" event Hands Across America was held in May and an estimated 6.5 million people held hands across the country.


I have to admit I don't remember Hands Across America taking place in Cincinnati, but according to this Wiki entry my hometown was in fact one of the cities along the route. And, none other than Chewbacca was our celebrity representative. I can't imagine how we got Chewie but had I known he was going to be there I feel sure I would have gone down to the route to hold hands.

I was too old for toys in 1986 but there are still a few from that year that I remember vividly, as both were horrifying. One was the My Buddy doll, who was probably the inspiration for the demonic Chucky. He also had a Kid Sister. I hate dolls in general, and these are particularly creepy.


But the most terrifying toy of all was undoubtedly Teddy Ruxpin, the talking teddy bear.


I had a teacher that year who was so in love with her Teddy Ruxpin that she put him on her desk and had him talk to the class nearly every day. It goes without saying the woman was more than a little nuts.

The most popular movie of 1986 was easily Top Gun and I can't deny I totally loved that movie in the '80s. It hasn't aged well, to say the least, and it now seems like the cheesiest thing ever, but it was a fun time back then.

But when I look at this list of "big movies" from 1986 my favorite is easily Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Unlike many '80s movies, Ferris is still fun to watch today. And I will never tire of "Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?" or of Abe Froman, the Sausage King of Chicago. :D



One last bit of 1986 popular culture, the three most popular tv shows were The Cosby Show, Family Ties, and Cheers. These shows aired in a 90 minute block on Thursday nights on NBC, and we never missed them at my house. It seems strange now to think we actually had to watch them as they aired if we wanted to see them, as it's hard to remember like before DVRs and On Demand viewing.


So that's my quick look back at 1986, the year I turned 18. It was fun to take this little walk down memory lane. :)

Congratulations again to Cally on the release of The Big Smoke! Here is a short blurb about the book:

Ceara’s desperate for love; Seb’s desperate to get laid. Ceara adores reading novels; Seb hasn’t finished a book in years. Two strangers, both moving from small country towns to Brisbane – the big smoke. As they prepare to attend the same university, their paths seem set to collide, but they keep missing each other. Maybe fate is keeping them apart, or maybe it’s just chance.

When the semester starts, things get complicated. Ceara’s best friend withdraws from her, Seb’s closest mate turns into a sleazebag, and the relentless demands of university make their stress levels soar. Before their first semester is over, both Seb and Ceara will be forced to question who they are and what they want from their lives. Will they have the courage to find the answers, or will they crumble under the pressure? And when they finally meet, will it be love at first sight or a collision of headstrong personalities?

Friday, October 26, 2012

Medicating a Cat, or My Morning from Hell

My cat Nate came down with a bladder infection this week and the poor cat has had a terrible time with both nausea and pain as a result. After a very expensive trip to the vet yesterday, where he got shots of various medications to help him feel better, it's now on me to give him his remaining antibiotic and pain medication.

As I've posted here before, Nate is normally a sweet and adorable kitty who loves nothing more than chilling out on the couch with Clancy and me.


Unfortunately, that relaxed attitude goes right out the window when it comes to getting medication of any sort. Liquid or pills, it makes no difference. Nate considers all of them a threat to his life and he is sure I am trying to kill him each time I come at him with a syringe or a tasty pill pocket (which has never once fooled him.)

This morning I set my alarm extra early so I would have plenty of time for the task at hand. I filled the syringe with the pink antibiotic, took a deep calming breath, and squared my shoulders as if going into battle. By the time I got hold of Nate and tried to get the syringe into his mouth, my sweet kitty had morphed into this.


Source: Wikimedia Commons

I think I got more of the pink liquid on my pajamas then I did in Nate's mouth, but I felt fairly confident that I managed to at least get a little down his throat.

When I came back with the pain medicine, I was met with this:

Source: Wikimedia Commons

This foray was not nearly as successful, as 99% of the pain medicine ended up all over Nate's face. It's safe to say he won't have any pain in his whiskers today.

By the time I made a second and relatively successful attempt with the pain medicine, I was ready for a stiff drink or a sedative. Or perhaps a combination of both.

Now that I've lost the element of surprise and Nate will know exactly what evil I'm up to when I come at him with a syringe, I can't imagine how the rest of the weekend will go. I hope we both make it through.


On a more fun note, I'm participating in Cally Jackson's The Year I Turned 18 Blogfest on Monday, October 29. Cally is holding the fest in order to celebrate the release of her new novel The Big Smoke. I'm a sucker for nostalgia, so I couldn't resist this one. And my post is sure to be all about nostalgia, as there have been many, many years that have passed since I turned 18. Now that I'm thinking of it, this blogfest might not be a so fun after all. It's an unfortunate reminder that I'm really old! ;)

I hope everyone has a great weekend ahead, and I hope Nate and I are both still sane on Monday.