Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The End

     At this moment, I am living the last few hours of my life...as a thirty-two year old!  I turn 33 tomorrow.  As I drove down the road in my brand new 1972 Super beetle, I began to remember where I thought I would be at this point in my life.
   I certainly did not think I would still feel like a teenager when I drove a vintage beetle, but I do.  I do not feel thirty-three do I?  Who can tell me what 33 feels like?  Anyone? Anyone?

What I thought I would be:  Psychologist, well-off, a mother of 4, married, carefree
What I am:  A teacher (a lot of psychology involved, trust me), because I am a teacher in Arizona, you probably don't need me to tell you about my finances, a mother of 2, super anxious


Am I allowed to do that?

     Probably 100 times a day, I ask my self did I really just do that?  Did I really just talk to another teacher and laugh like a school girl when I told her about a blog I read about that day (any time you want a good laugh, you must look up Heather Binne's blog.  There's a link to her page on the left).  Are 30 year olds supposed to watch Teen Mom?  I sometimes feel like I am breaking some old lady rule.    
     
     I remember my mom at thirty and she seemed so mature.  Was she?  Because now she's...well, I won't tell you that, but half of the time she is just as youthful, it's a nice way of saying immature, as I am, if not more.  Is it wrong that I usually still find farts funny?  I think I forgot to read the manual on how to be in your thirties.   

I am kinda old aren't I?

     My knees hurt, my back hurts, I think I have spider veins and varicose veins.  I hate loud music and when the TV is too loud.  Those college kids these days are so inconsiderate, and for Pete's sake, won't you all slow down, obey the speed limit and get off my tail?  Did that song just say what I think it said?  When I started driving, it cost less than a dollar a gallon for gas.  I used to fill up my bug with less than $10.  Mom jeans?  Yes Please.



Eh

     Spring Chicken or not, this bird is tired.  As you old folks know, it's not easy staying asleep, but I am tired so with this I say goodbye to thirty-two.  It was a good end to a great year.  I went to the gym, did some running and then went to Office Max and used up my Max Perks Rewards (they expire tomorrow if you have any).  

Maybe tomorrow I'll go buy some moth balls.
  

THE END (I never allow the use of "the end" in my class, but I had a picture I wanted to use)

*I do not take responsibility for any typos, my brain does not function well after the gym.




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