I'm 38, which I know isn't exactly over the hill, but lately I have felt my age
because . . .
The music that I grew up with is now considered classic or retro. I hope you're enjoying listening to some of the hits from 1971, the year I was born.
I have some gray hair which, of course, I have colored.
I go to sleep at the time that I went out for the night during college.
I require several cups of caffeine to get going in the morning.
I voluntarily take vitamins, granted they are still Flintstones vitamins, though.
I have aged out of the Young Adult Sunday School class.
I almost always choose price over style, and now shop at stores where I wouldn't have been caught dead ten years ago.
I can easily remember the days before cell phones, internet access, and cable tv.
I did high school debate research using microfiche, a card catalog, and some odd film-like contraption.
I remember the early days of MTV when they actually played music videos.
I think about what body parts will ache the day after I exercise or try some new physical activity.
I usually take at least one Tylenol or Aleve before lunch.
I wear reading glasses.
I am happy to be past the spit-up and diaper-changing phases, and no longer gaze longingly at babies.
I have body parts that will most likely never return to the shape or size which they previously were.
I now understand why women get body parts nipped, tucked, and lifted.
My oldest child, Curly Girl, is almost a teenager.
When I took Curly Girl shopping this past weekend, I actually thought, "I can't believe what kids wear these days." This coming from the person who wore pink Converse high-tops and ripped jeans with the names of bands written all over them in high school.
Clothes that were in-style in high school during the late '80s have come back around. Vans, OP, and neon weren't that great originally. Did they really need to come back in style?
I am going to attend my 20th high school reunion next month. It can't possibly have been 20 years. It certainly doesn't seem like that long ago.
. . . but perhaps my memory and sense of time are going with age, too.
I require several cups of caffeine to get going in the morning.
I voluntarily take vitamins, granted they are still Flintstones vitamins, though.
I have aged out of the Young Adult Sunday School class.
I almost always choose price over style, and now shop at stores where I wouldn't have been caught dead ten years ago.
I can easily remember the days before cell phones, internet access, and cable tv.
I did high school debate research using microfiche, a card catalog, and some odd film-like contraption.
I remember the early days of MTV when they actually played music videos.
I think about what body parts will ache the day after I exercise or try some new physical activity.
I usually take at least one Tylenol or Aleve before lunch.
I wear reading glasses.
I am happy to be past the spit-up and diaper-changing phases, and no longer gaze longingly at babies.
I have body parts that will most likely never return to the shape or size which they previously were.
I now understand why women get body parts nipped, tucked, and lifted.
My oldest child, Curly Girl, is almost a teenager.
When I took Curly Girl shopping this past weekend, I actually thought, "I can't believe what kids wear these days." This coming from the person who wore pink Converse high-tops and ripped jeans with the names of bands written all over them in high school.
Clothes that were in-style in high school during the late '80s have come back around. Vans, OP, and neon weren't that great originally. Did they really need to come back in style?
I am going to attend my 20th high school reunion next month. It can't possibly have been 20 years. It certainly doesn't seem like that long ago.
. . . but perhaps my memory and sense of time are going with age, too.
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