After reading my sister's post the other day about feeling old (the one where the server asked them where they were off to next), I got thinking about my own life and how drastically it has changed. Yes, I still love to have a great time, but my idea of a great time has changed. For one, I like being in my own home. Sitting around the kitchen table drinking wine and playing games with people I can laugh with is a good time for us these days, in fact our Friday night consisted of Scrabble and Yahtzee. Being pregnant and having a baby was and is a huge contributing factor to the shift in our lives, but I must say, we were starting to enjoy being closer to home long before Ivy came along.
This weekend I came across two situations that made me think twice about how old I am. One came as we were at the liquor store picking up some beer for game night. Jared stood outside with the dog and Ivy while I went in to get the goods. While I was standing in line, a girl who was around 20 was picking up white zin for her and her friends wearing pretty much next to nothing. Her dress, showing her boobs in the front, and her ass in the back (yes, that short), took me by surprise. When I came outside I said to Jared, "Did you see that girl inside?" He replied, "Yeah". I said, "I can't believe what a whore she looks like ". At this point I knew my husband had two thoughts. 1.)That she was hot which she absolutely was and 2.) Why doesn't my wife show more skin when we go out? The truth is, that when I was her age I dressed like that too, just not quite as skanky. At that moment I wondered if her parents saw her before she left the house and what I would have thought if that was my daughter. Oh my God, am I grown up???
My second brush with age came while I was running at Kildonan Park on Saturday. If you know Kildonan Park, you know what we call Cool Man's Corner. This is the corner of the park where all the "cool" kids hang out with their pimped out cars and smoke weed among other things. As I was running by smelling the aroma of a fat joint being smoked, I couldn't believe how ballsy they were. Here I was exercising in the middle of the afternoon while they were busy getting high. I too remember a day way way back where my friends and I could be found on that same corner with our loser boyfriends getting ourselves into trouble, but now it all seemed so crazy.
All of those immature events in my life seem like a forever ago and I must say I don't miss the days of the bar, slutty clothes, and stupid decisions. My life is full and fun and I wouldn't trade it for anything. How is that for feeling old??
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