I have a confession to make. I’m “agist”. I judge people by their age.
Allow me to explain. I sneer at anyone my age or younger. There are exceptions, dont get me wrong. But on the whole, I find I get along with an older crowd.
Because my real age is about 50.
I was actually convinced that my real age was about 80, but I’ve taken it down a notch because I frankly don’t like having dinner at 4:30pm.
And the thing is, ever since I was 13 I felt like an adult. I felt ancient, actually. My mom just died, and I began to realize what life is about. I sneered at pre-teens my age complaining about their vocabulary test. My dad was the greatest thing I could have asked for, but he was not my mom. And boy did I need a mom. So I was my own mom. I packed my pathetic lunch (diet Dr.Pepper and baby carrots), I walked back home from the bus stop (most kids had their “moms” pick them up), and most importantly, no one taught me how to use a tampon! (I finally learned when I was 21! Crazy, right?)
SIDE NOTE: Tampons are the best invention ever!
Now back to our regular scheduled post:
And here I am again, twenty something and starting to do things that most kids my age don’t have to worry about. This is beyond mortgage and taxes. Taking care of my one remaining parent, taking care of my health insurance (most people are still on their parent’s plan until the age of 25)….its like God likes to fast forward me all the time. I look like I’m thirteen, but I’m middle aged deep down. And maybe this is all my midlife crisis.
Wow, this post is turning out whiner than I thought. But here the rest of my evidence that I’m middle aged:
Hot Flashes: Maybe its because I have more “padding” these days, but I seem to always be hot. And not in the “hey, good lookin way”!
I’m more interested in how long a car lasts over how fast it goes: Yep, I sound like my dad.
Cereal Selection: I seek a cereal for fiber and not a toy
“Happy Hour” turns into a nap: sigh….
I like Prunes: not juice, just prunes. Juice is for the octogenarians.
My little black book contains only names ending in M.D.: and its not like I’m dating them!
What’s your “real” age?
I went back to work today, so I taught the kiddies how to make “nests” with eggs (you know, for easter). Its actually not event that terrible for you.
-1 cup chocolate chips
-cup shredded coconut
-jelly bean “eggs”
- Melt the chocolate chips, following the directions on the bag. When the chocolate is smooth, stir in the coconut, then drop the mixture by the heaping tablespoon onto waxed-paper-lined cookie sheets.
- While the nests are still warm, use your thumbs to poke an impression into the middle of each. Cool them, then fill with jelly bean eggs. Makes about 1 dozen.