Times sure have changed! So has my vocabulary-- at a dizzying pace too.
It started with gee whiz and holy smokes then groovy, sock it to me, and well, excu-u-u-use me!
Over the years I found out what a doobie was, had a cow, knew several airheads, burnouts and your mama. Archie Bunker taught me a few new words I could have lived without.
The Force was with me. I could dig that, was grossed out, gagged with a spoon and dated a dufus.
Then things got really interesting. I got some bling, was phat and wacked.
Now, in the new millennium, OMG, I LOL with my BFF on IM. What is that about?
Today I have an unlimited calling plan and ten phones in our household. But no one seems to actually TALK anymore. We email, instant message and text, in shorthand no less, but rarely communicate face to face anymore. It took me three weeks to figure out what TTYL meant and frankly, I should have just picked up the phone and called my Internet savvy friend to ask WTF?!?!?
Keeping up with our new lingo is exhausting. Seriously! My overheated head is going to explode and my arthritic fingers and thumbs can't keep up.
But wait, I need a Facebook page to communicate with the younger generation-- my nieces, nephews and grandkids. So much for less cyberspace.... or my pink cell phone.
How do you communicate?
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