Wow. It's been a while since I've graced you with my blogging. Is anyone out there anymore? Helllooo?
Well, a lot has happened in the past month+. Most importantly it was my birthday. It was a pretty good birthday too. Went out with friends, had a whole bar sing to me, random boy kissed me. You know, the usual. I turned 22. TWENTY TWO. Double 2. Now, I know those of you who are 50, or 20 probably think this is no big deal. Well, you are WRONG. 22 sounds waaaaay older than 21. Like, 21 is a passage into being old enough to do things with 3/4 of the population. Nothing happens when you turn 22. What do i have to look foward to now? 25 when I can rent a car and my insurance goes down? Woo.
But, there are some positive things about getting old. Now, these things won't happen to me for many years, but, I'm working on it. Being an old woman is going to be great. Old people do what they want. I'm pretty sure all this senile stuff is just an act for them to say what they want. I plan on letting things spew out of my mouth and everyone just shrugging and saying 'oh grandma' it'll be great. Old people can also get pushy. I plan on having a cane and accidently bringing it down on the toes of people who piss me off. It's a little harder to accidently slam my foot on someone elses right now. I'm also excited to wear knee highs that have fallen down around my ankles with skirts that don't come to my ankle because I feel that's an essential look to be considered a crazy old lady. Afterall, you have to look the part to act the part. I will also need a porch. A porch with a rocking chair so I can sit outside and knitt and yell at youngsters who dare enter my yard. And, if one of their balls or toys comes into contact with my yard, I can leap up and capture it and never return it. I can have a whole room full of collected toys. Hopefully I'll have some kind of nickname that the neighborhood kids call me, and it won't be Sweet Karlene.
Really though, what do you do between the ages of 22 and 70? These years seem less fun and more grown up. I can't wait until I can revert back to childhood. Since I act like such a mature adult right now.
3 comments:
It is about time you wrote again! I think there is a whole lot of living to do between 22 and 70. I am sure you will come up with something interesting.
I read your blog! And I'm sorry, but your mother is wrong. We have nothing to look forward to for the rest of our lives.
Ok Melissa but look at the all the wonderful young women who give me much laughter and delight!
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