life comes at your ridiculously fast. it really does. one day you're five years old & enjoying your dixie cup filled with red kool-aid while nibbling your butter cookie rings off your fingertips. the next moment, you're responsible for bills & cars & bosses. how odd to really grow up & be adults that you've only observed from afar when you were a kid.
this past weekend, the beau & i visited with my long-time friend, holly, & her husband, andy. it's always a treat to visit with them & their pooch, shazbutt. life simply moves slower in the mountains of virginia. holly & i spent much of our time going down memory lane, reminsicing of our escapades & people from the past. her mom came over for lunch with us before we left on sunday. she brought with her a small photo album of incriminating photos of us in all our childish glory.
how did those round faces ever turn into adults?
it baffles my mind to consider the possibility that i am an adult. a real, live adult. i do adult things. i go adult places. i eat adult foods. i drink adult beverages. adult may be a relative term here since i'm not always acting like a real,live adult, but still, i am classified as one.
wherever did the time go?
life has marched on, aging us day by day. soon i'll be experiencing more adult things like marriage, children, retirement, & senior citizen discounts. i'll toddle around with my cane or walker, complaining about those inconsiderate youth of today. erm, i do that now (minus the cane & walker). instead, i'll choose to read an enriching book & go to bed at a decent hour. wait, i do this now. fine, i'll cook sensible meals (check), attempt to spend money wisely (check), chomp on tums for indigestion (check), lament over the passage of time (check), & comment on the insanity of hollywoodites, young & old (check).
perhaps i should just apply for my AARP card & call it a day.
this past weekend, the beau & i visited with my long-time friend, holly, & her husband, andy. it's always a treat to visit with them & their pooch, shazbutt. life simply moves slower in the mountains of virginia. holly & i spent much of our time going down memory lane, reminsicing of our escapades & people from the past. her mom came over for lunch with us before we left on sunday. she brought with her a small photo album of incriminating photos of us in all our childish glory.
how did those round faces ever turn into adults?
it baffles my mind to consider the possibility that i am an adult. a real, live adult. i do adult things. i go adult places. i eat adult foods. i drink adult beverages. adult may be a relative term here since i'm not always acting like a real,live adult, but still, i am classified as one.
wherever did the time go?
life has marched on, aging us day by day. soon i'll be experiencing more adult things like marriage, children, retirement, & senior citizen discounts. i'll toddle around with my cane or walker, complaining about those inconsiderate youth of today. erm, i do that now (minus the cane & walker). instead, i'll choose to read an enriching book & go to bed at a decent hour. wait, i do this now. fine, i'll cook sensible meals (check), attempt to spend money wisely (check), chomp on tums for indigestion (check), lament over the passage of time (check), & comment on the insanity of hollywoodites, young & old (check).
perhaps i should just apply for my AARP card & call it a day.
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You know, that's almost hilarious--I've been thinking the exact same thing this week! No kidding.
Although I've concluded that I will refuse, so long as its within my ability, to "get old". Sure, I might technically be an adult and I may have to carry the responsibilities of an adult. But I don't ever want to give up the ability to find the simplest things amusing.
There's getting old and there's getting old. I wanna be one without the other.
P.S. Shazzbutt is probably the strangest/funniest name for a dog ever.
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