Yes, I keep noticing more and more signs that I am rapidly, irreversibly, non-gracefully, alarmingly AGING. Not like fine wine, either.
Maybe like fine WHINE.
My body may look young [cough cough] but my thoughts are getting very senior.
Michael and I were watching a movie that looked interesting and funny, Friends With Kids, and I kept thinking I wish they wouldn't use the F word so much! I seriously considered turning it off, but sheer curiosity kept me watching to the end.Then they went crazy with the F word and I wished my aunt Myrtle was there to wash their mouths out with soap.
She was a tiny woman but Myrtle was a Ninja Warrior with a bar of Dial soap. You did NOT want to cuss around her.
I went to a little gathering in my office building today where the management folks put out Christmas goodies, and I watched an otherwise diginified looking older man in an expensive suit holding large chocolate chip cookies under the chocolate fountain like a 3 year old, completely hogging the fountain. I thought to myself Your mama didn't raise you right....
- and for the record, chocolate fountains? I don't see the point. The chocolate is too watery. Ick. Give me a couple of Hershey's miniatures any day.
My father used to scream and cuss out people in the car, when he didn't like or approve of their driving. Then he was polite the rest of the time, outside the car. His inner Obnoxious Guy came out in the car though, to a scary degree sometimes. I watched one tirade too many, obviously, because I find myself losing control and yelling in the car, thinking were you taught to drive by a New York cabbie?! Much to my horror, this apple is not far from the tree. Thank God the car is soundproof.
I made oatmeal for breakfast this morning and put some cinnamon and a chopped up apple in it. I didn't think to myself, oh yummy. I thought to myself, wow, what a lot of good fiber!
I don't think of Christmas any more with any.excitement.whatsoever. I think, how many gifts should I get for everyone and how long will it take me to pay off the credit card bill next year?! Now I totally get why Dad gave us the austerity speech every January. It always began with him looking at his checkbook and shaking his head, saying "We have GOT to cut back!"
He was a banker. Unlike most folks, we did NOT live beyond our means. We tightened our belts.
This is why today I won't wear a belt. Ha!
I realized while looking at Pinterest that I judge all seating now by one standard, and it's not, how cool is that chair!
It's more like, will it hurt my back to sit in that?! Hmm....
I keep seeing an ad captioned 4 Bodliy Signs a Heart Attack is Near, and thinking boy am I glad I quit smoking years ago. I am interested in the signs, yet not.
I live in my own little world of delusion. Or shall we say DEE-lusion?! Whatever. The occasional spark of immaturity is so delightful to me now.
I am craving a Blow Pop.
Happy Friday y'all!
