My Old Age
November 13th, 2006 at 2:35 am (Unschooling Life, Musings)
Well, it’s official. I’m 30.
Sigh….
Not that 30 is old, or anything, but I just don’t feel 30. 17, maybe, but not 30.
My mother and I went out to see Running with Scissors last night. I’d definitely recommend it, though we seemed to be the only people in the theatre who were laughing. Warped senses of humor? Perhaps.
She, my father and my brother also gave me their presents while I was there - a copy of my favorite childhood Golden Book (My First Counting Book) and a beautifully painted, shabby-chic antique breadbox. Top that off with pizza and pumpkin cheesecake, and I’d say it was a pretty good day.
Right now, I’m wondering where this headache came from and watching Ezzy (our newest rescued kitty) sleep peacefully on my desk - quite an accomplishment considering she was too afraid to eat during the first week we had her, and it took over six-months for her to come out of the bedroom. I don’t know what happened to her before she came here, but it wasn’t good.
Okay, it’s late, and I need to drag my 30-year-old bottom off to bed. The elderly need more sleep, doncha know.
Samantha said,
November 15, 2006 at 12:27 pm
Happy Birthday! I stopped getting old at 24yo because that’s how far I had figured out my life at 12yo or so. I’m 39yo and still feel 24yo except when I wake in the morning sometimes