I’m officially old (aka I’ve become my mother)
Comments: 1 - Date: July 31st, 2008 - Categories: Personal ramblings
Just recently, I’ve realized I’m old. You know, the teenager looking at someone 37 as old kind of old. My support:
1. I sleep for exactly 7 ½ hours and wake up without an alarm clock. I distinctly remember asking my mother why she didn’t sleep in on Saturday mornings and being told that she just wakes up. I’ve now reached that point in my life. I realize it’s only down that road that I’m eating supper at 5:00, going to bed before 8:00 and waking up at 4:30.
2. My knee hurts walking up the stairs.
3. I don’t understand why girls wear tank tops with their bra straps showing and skin-tight “shorts” that I used to call “bloomers.” Now when I was a teen we were really styling with shoulder pads, hair to match the width of said shoulder pads and rolled-up jeans. We didn’t flaunt our goods. We hid them tastefully in shirts 3 sizes too big. (I think that I said “styling” automatically reinforces the title of this blog).
4. I can’t eat whatever I want. What happened to the good old days when I ate McDonald’s everyday for lunch and never gained an ounce?
5. I actually say “I’m getting old.”
6. My 43-year old husband says he’s married to a thirty-something like it’s a prize. And he’s in his forties! I’m married to someone in his almost mid-forties. Nuff said.
7. One of my children is a teenager. My life is over.
I was once carefree. The feeling comes back to me when I listen to Bon Jovi or Whitesnake or Def Leppard, or New Order. I don’t feel so young listening to Lil’Wayne or Lil’ Kim or anyone else with “Lil’” in their name. (not that I actually listen to them). So that makes number
8. I like music from when I was in high school better than music today. Nostalgia=old.
9. My eyes hurt from staring at the computer too long.
Now I need my glasses. Boy, I’m getting………..
