Welcome to the 21st Century Fred and Wilma Flintstone!

I’m actually quite proud of my parents. They are getting better adapting to new technology. Which is quite an improvement from when I was younger. I mean I love my parents but they kept us in the “Dark Ages” growing up. A lot of my friends had a computer(the old bulky looking ones).And we had the type writer. For you lucky shits who are too young to know what that was. Let me explain it to you. There was no delete button or spell check.If you screwed up. You took your paper out. Slathered it up with white out. Waited for that shit to dry. Then, you had to line the paper perfectly up to where you left off before you could start typing again. And that was the short version. If you didn’t want to go through all that ,you had to start all over. Like retyping everything. Basically the type writer taught you patience.

When I was in high school everyone else had CD players in their homes. But not the Williamson’s! We had the decked out stero system with a cassette player, record player, and drum roll please. An 8 track player! That’s right folks. I actually had a friend ask me once, “What is that?” I was like it’s an 8 track player duh! Tried to play it off like only the really cool people owned them. But then she said, “Oh, right! I think my grandmother has one of those in her attic” Well, Carol I guess your Grandma is as cool as us then!

Let me tell you it was good fucking year when we traded the bulky t.v. with rabbit ears for one with a remote control. I thought that was the best invention ever. Do you know who the remote control was before that? You guessed it…Yours truly and my little sister. It’s no wonder why I stayed skinny in my youth. With a tri-level home of stairs; a father who liked changing channels, childhood obesity was not an option!

Now, that my sister and I are grown. They have definitely caught up with the times. We’re talking my dad checks his Facebook app on his smart phone(that’s right not a flip phone ppl.) more than me. They even just got a GPS for their truck. My mom was super excited! I mean she gave me the whole spill on what it could do. HELLO. Makers of these devices my mom could totally do sales for you. I realize the rest of the country now uses their phones for this feature. But I didn’t have the heart to tell her that.

Besides, it’s no wonder why my mom is so excited to have that. Because she has spent the last 45-46 years of her life with a man who doesn’t stop and ask for directions. I mean the last couple of years they have gotten by with map quest. But before that my dad would rather waste time driving around than stopping at a gas station(back in those days kids they had these cool little things called maps! You opened that sucker up and if you could figure out what the hell all the lines stood for. You would find your destination). My dad is like one of those bad ass Clint Eastwood guys. He was a green beret in the Army and was over in Vietnam. So, I guess in his mind. If he could find his way through a jungle with only a compass. He sure the hell can find his way around different states.

The funny thing is the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. As much as I laugh at my parents. I now know how my kids feel about me. I mean I had to have my daughter set my blog up. Then, sent her like 50 questions the next day when I was trying to finish it up. I couldn’t even figure out how to share the link to my page at first. I had to have the brother in law set up my phone to my Jeep. I still haven’t figured out how to play a movie in my husband’s PS4. And God forbid I ever trade my jeep in and have to get a newer vehicle with the rear video camera. That shit confuses me. Like Don’t put that kind of pressure on me to stay in between the lines! I just hope my kids will have more patience with me. I’ll admit I once try to teach my mom how to write an email. And ran out of patience and acquired a drinking problem.

So, this to all the Flintstones out there. Or to the kids who are stuck bringing them up to speed with things. Just remember this is why Liquor stores were invented.

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