Today is my baby brother’s 18th birthday. That doesn’t seem possible. He could be drafted. He can vote. He’s legally a grown man. Of course he’s still not old enough to have a fucking BEER if he wants to… but that’s a rant for another day. How in the hell did that happen???!?!
But this post isn’t about his birthday, because he would not appreciate me blogging about his birthday. Teenage boys are wierd like that I think.
It’s about mine. In 9 days, on January 17th… it will be MY birthday.
When I was thinking about this post I was going to make a joke about it being my Golden Birthday - which would make me 17. But that joke wouldn’t fly too far, because 17 year old girls today don’t look like 17 year old girls did back then. Nowadays I swear those girls all look like a plastic surgery success story.
Ayhoo… back to me. I realized in thinking about this that it has been 10 years since I was 17.
Ten. Fucking. Years.
How in the hell did THAT happen? I mean really - when did I turn into a real life grown up? I don’t feel like I’m closer to 30 than I am to 20. I don’t feel like “here I am, wake up sister, this is your life”.
I still feel like, a lot of times, I’m trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
I still feel like I’m cute and fun and…
… just not this old.
And it’s not even the age that gets me. Because, come on, even I know that 27 is not “old” by anyone’s imagination (except, of course, for my 18 year old brother’s). It’s just that - when did this happen? It’s… when I look around me and see two kids, two cats, two car payments, two mortgages, two houses… 7 years of marriage… 7 years of parenting…
It’s like I fell asleep in the car again and someone just woke me up to say “we’re here!” and I’m just trying to figure out where exactly “here” is and how in the hell the last ten years flew by and I missed it.
I am NOT going to miss the next 10. If I have to crank up on energy drinks to stay awake for the whole ride - I’m going to stay alert and pay attention and help drive. Or at least, navigate.
I mean… that’s what REAL grown ups do. Right?
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When I wake up in the car, I always have a little bit of drool crusted in the corners of my mouth. Also, the other people in the car are usually really pissed at me.
Wake up!
January 8th, 2007 at 2:12 am
Whee! We’re twins! MY birthday is January 17th, too.
Only I’ll be 35. Boooooo. Hrmph.
January 8th, 2007 at 2:31 am
Bah, you’re all kids. Kids I say!
January 8th, 2007 at 6:54 am
Oh please. just a child still.
It’s a state of mind, NOT a number. That’s how us geasers get through.
January 8th, 2007 at 8:45 am
Are you sure you’re not 20 years older than 17?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHsnort!
Ok, sorry. Just had to do that. As someone who’s about to turn 30, I understand. I don’t feel or act like I’m almost dead. And we all know that 30 is death.
January 8th, 2007 at 9:20 am
I was told I wouldn’t be a ‘grownup’ until I had a proper dining area. And ‘chargers’.
I had to look up what the hell chargers were.
January 8th, 2007 at 11:11 am
i think we need to do away with actual age. everyone should have to go with their ‘feels like’ age instead.
January 8th, 2007 at 11:28 am
Shut up. I turn 31 on Jan. 26th… at least you still have a portion of your twenties to look forward to, mine are all GONE. *sigh*
It’s the cold medication talking, I swear :roll:
January 8th, 2007 at 12:19 pm
Amy, that’s my birthday, too!
January 8th, 2007 at 12:31 pm
Avi, really?? That’s cool! But, seriously, how bad does it SUCK when your birthday lands on the Super Bowl? I hate that.
January 8th, 2007 at 1:35 pm
Is that the Super Bowl? I’ve never noticed. The Super Bowl is football, right?
January 8th, 2007 at 1:54 pm
Mist 1: I only drool on pillows. Strange.Kentucky Girl: I remember seeing that somewhere actually - we should have a party. :-)
Mr. Fabulous: shuddup, old fart ;-)
Wicked H please see response to Mr. Fab
Avitable: I am constantly amazed that you aren’t over 30
J. Says: I DO have chargers - lovely, gold, bought from Wal-Mart chargers. I think that still counts.
Dawn (webmiztris): yeah, but then by that theory, I wouldn’t even be old enough to drink.
AmyD: Yes well, I KNOW you’re old…
and yes, Avi, that’s football. *shaking head in disgust*
January 8th, 2007 at 2:28 pm
Avi OMG! I boycott the Superbowl (and never watch Football anyway - that is a dirty word in this house) I’ve never “met” another guy (aside from my much adored husband) who did not recognize football or the Superbowl… I think I love you… maybe we could have a blog affair on the side, since I know you are Britt’s Bloghubby?
January 8th, 2007 at 2:39 pm
Whore.
January 8th, 2007 at 3:34 pm
Amy, maybe while Britt’s watching football.
January 8th, 2007 at 3:40 pm
Works for me.
January 8th, 2007 at 3:58 pm
If you think that the last 10 years went fast, wait until you see how fast the next ten go. And the ten after that will go faster still.
And you got it wrong, Wicked is a child.
January 8th, 2007 at 10:13 pm