Yikes! On the eve of my 27th birthday I am in a bit of a reflective mood (or panic mode!) I feel like that middle aged (old) guy in the hair commercial who has half grey hair and half black hair. With his grey locks he feels mature and wise but with his black curls he feels carefree and young too. I am stuck in the middle of the salt and pepper hair phase of my life. I feel (and look) sooo old but inside my guts are doing tilt a whirls and I feel so juvenille How should I classify myself then? Old or young? I am so confused...
Example- feeling old bones: My best best friend Jess was here visiting on Friday and I had an super uber time with her and her fam. We went out to lunch in downtown Portland and there was this waiter at the pasta restaurant who seemed obsessed with our small table and especially Jessica's little girls. I took one of Jess's girls, Sophie, outside to look at doggies and the waiter asked me when it was going to be my turn to have kids. I blushed and said that I would hopefully be a mom in a few years. In broken English he then told me I would have to hurry up cause I was much older than Jessica and she already had two kids. Blame it on the language barrier but oh snap! Jess is only two weeks younger than me and the waiter thought I was old enough to be her mother. Sigh...must be the forehead wrinkles.
Example-feel young guns: We went to Cannon Beach a few weekends ago and we went to eat at Doogers Restaurant. The dining room was packed so we went upstairs to the 'lounge' to eat. As we sat down the waiter (in perfect English) asked for my ID. I could have kissed the guy. I haven't felt so young in years and the guy got a huge tip for making my day (or just doing his job properly...either/or)
The real meaning behind my musing tonight is that I thinkI SHOULD have at least two and a half kids by now and a small house with a garden. Then again I sometimes feel like puddle jumping in the rain and toilet papering our neighbors. Is there a happy medium? Maybe this 27th year will be the one when I banish all my childish thoughts and dreams and grow up...but it may also be the year that I finally convince my parents to take me to Disneyland so I can ride the tea cups.
True story-I am much too old to feel this young but I am much too young to act so old!
Example- feeling old bones: My best best friend Jess was here visiting on Friday and I had an super uber time with her and her fam. We went out to lunch in downtown Portland and there was this waiter at the pasta restaurant who seemed obsessed with our small table and especially Jessica's little girls. I took one of Jess's girls, Sophie, outside to look at doggies and the waiter asked me when it was going to be my turn to have kids. I blushed and said that I would hopefully be a mom in a few years. In broken English he then told me I would have to hurry up cause I was much older than Jessica and she already had two kids. Blame it on the language barrier but oh snap! Jess is only two weeks younger than me and the waiter thought I was old enough to be her mother. Sigh...must be the forehead wrinkles.
Example-feel young guns: We went to Cannon Beach a few weekends ago and we went to eat at Doogers Restaurant. The dining room was packed so we went upstairs to the 'lounge' to eat. As we sat down the waiter (in perfect English) asked for my ID. I could have kissed the guy. I haven't felt so young in years and the guy got a huge tip for making my day (or just doing his job properly...either/or)
The real meaning behind my musing tonight is that I thinkI SHOULD have at least two and a half kids by now and a small house with a garden. Then again I sometimes feel like puddle jumping in the rain and toilet papering our neighbors. Is there a happy medium? Maybe this 27th year will be the one when I banish all my childish thoughts and dreams and grow up...but it may also be the year that I finally convince my parents to take me to Disneyland so I can ride the tea cups.
True story-I am much too old to feel this young but I am much too young to act so old!
3 comments:
I LOVE your blog. So fun to read. Also I'm super jealous you guys hung out without me... Happy Birthday, I miss our joint parties... We will definitely have to figure something out once we get settled in Vegas, I need my girls.
Oh man Diana. You slay me. You are 27, not 80! Hope you are having a wonderful birthday!!!
Okay - I'm still not convinced that that's what he meant! The guy could barely speak english! Besides, looking young isn't all it's cracked up to be. I still have people who ask if my parents are home when they come to the door. And then most people just think I'm a teen mom. BESIDES we are NOT old.... we are seasoned twenties. That's sexy! I had so much fun with you guys to! Come for Thanksgiving!!! And maybe we should just move to portland!
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