So, I am not sure where I fit in.
I am 29--which seems terribly old to me--but I am actually not that old. I am not in a walker, my daughter is only 6 months old, and we don't actually OWN anything, yet. Plus, in my mind I am 17, driving the Toaster in my bikini.
So, I am not actually sure how old I am.
I have this split--I love things that old ladies love--Murder She Wrote, crocheting blankets, going to bed at 10:00, making bread, the MoTab.
But--I would cut off my right arm to meet the cast of the OC, and I Tivo Degrassi and One Tree Hill. I still want to get an actual part in the high school play, and I hate to clean my room.
I walk through the mall and feel a little embarrassed that I am going into the same stores as the teeny boppers (especially because they have more money than me) and I expect them to ask me if I am buying something for my granddaughter. But I just can't go into the Casual Corner or the Eddie Bauer.
(This was not a problem in Provo, where all of the women at the University Mall are their tennager's "best friends" and actually wear porn star shirts so that they can be "cool" and "hip," just like their 12 year old daughters.)
What's an old-young-lady to do?
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Speak up Sonny, I can't hear ye
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I understand ye. Ten years ago, I was nothin' but a great big statistic. Just last night, I was struggling to refer to myself as being a Woman, since my sense of humor indicates that I'm a 13 year-old boy. Maybe I'll find some answers in my next edition of Reader's Digest.
You're just a wee babe. I check in at a huge 31 years old!! I work with the YW at church and beg them to tell me that I'm still cool, and can hang with them! I try to dance at the dances (you know showing off the roger rabbit and my best Bobby Brown moves from the video "Every little step".) More and more I find myself standing in the dressing room at the store (with my 3 kids in tow) saying "can I still pull this off???" I can feel the wrinkles calling me!
Jen, we're the same age. And I'm way older than you. Why, not a year ago I and my elderly neighbor came out onto our front porch to tsk-tsk the college students in the next complex. They were generally carousing while throwing what appeared to be water-filled ballons (?) at the unearthly hour of 11pm. I have a sleeping child!
Then again, I love The OC, Beautiful People, and a million other high school shows. My friend Tiffany and I love to go to the dollar shows of whatever teeny-bopper movie is out. (Standing invitation for anyone else.)
I do feel some confusion when I go clothes shopping; I'm too old to go to juniors, but not old enough for the Dillard's women's section.
You're not alone, and we still rock.
Oooh! And Gilmore Girls.
holla at cha' girl.
Did you watch Gilmore Girls yesterday? So incredibly satisfying...
I did. It was.
"The code to the panic room is 1-1-1-1-1. Don't tell anyone, the maid might overhear. The maids tell their children, and then the children grow up and rob you."
Did anyone TAPE Gilmore Girls last night? I have a friend in dire need. Her taping (system-thingey) didn't work. And I won't have a dish for atleast two more weeks. Anyone? Preferably in Provo?
Chelsea - I don't have a problem with the matching shirts. I have a problem with moms wearing shirts that are their daughter's size.
I have it on the Replay--I sold my vcr to a mexican from Juarez. Would that I knew some way to get it there...
"You know what would be good? A beer float. Order me a scoop of vanilla."
Jenny! I have it on tape, right after The OC premiere. I know I'm in the minority for not having a DVR (yet,) but you can't send your friends episodes they missed from a DVR!
Jen, solid point on C Jane's blog, that's exactly why I watch The WB. Falling in love, sweet to see.
Hey, the wrinkles called and I did answer. I am 50-something and still think like a teener.
I talked to my OLD man and he agrees- the mind is only as old as you set it.
I shop Dillards, AND Hot Topic.
I think that jeans (whatever brand will fit your fanny) are the key to eternal youth (never out of style for any age or gender) HOWEVER, low-rise (we called 'em "hip huggers" back in the day, are a privilege, NOT a right.)
Sometimes I glare at the kids making midnight noise in the street down below. Sometimes I'm helping to make it.
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