Cute young woman or dirty old lady?
On the one hand, I think I’ve got a young ski outfit. I’m short, in my head that means I’m still growing. I feel young. I wear silly tshirts, I put my hair in pigtails. I stay up late and go out dancing.
On the other hand, I totally use Oil of Olay and have a bad knee and aches and pains. I complain about kids driving too fast. I know about the 80s, which was forever ago now.
Let me explain. I went skiing by myself. It’s hard – you have to know where you put the car and get all your own stuff. But it’s fun – you can do the same run 1000 times and stop when you want and talk to strangers on the chair lift.
I’ve never felt old or grown up. I don’t have those markers, other than being married- no mortgage, kids, whatever. So explain to me why talking to the guy on the lift and finding out he was 26 (I’m 27) made me feel like someone’s great great aunt?? I mean, I felt old! I usually assume anyone not in the Reindeer Club ski school is way waaay older than me. If you don’t look like a teenager, you’re 50. Apparently I’m closer to the latter now. And no one warned me! Today is the first day I’ve ever felt old. Hopefully it passes…
March 11th, 2009 at 10:00 pm
As your younger brother, it’s my official duty to tell you that you’re old. ♥
March 11th, 2009 at 10:21 pm
As someone who can kick your younger brother’s ass, it’s my official duty to warn your younger brother that he’s about to get his ass kicked.
March 12th, 2009 at 7:46 am
No offense, but I’m pretty sure you’d need the steroids of A-Roid and Bonds combined to make that happen
March 12th, 2009 at 9:35 am
No offense taken. It’s always more fun to kick the ass of someone who doesn’t see it coming.
March 12th, 2009 at 11:19 am
While we’re on impossible things, it’s always fun to jump in the air and fly like Superman…
March 12th, 2009 at 11:28 am
I think that Snippy & Craig need to start their own blog together. These rants are hilarious.
March 12th, 2009 at 1:12 pm
I’m a little upset that they are forgetting this space is supposed to be all about ME…j/k
March 12th, 2009 at 2:06 pm
Who are you again?
March 12th, 2009 at 5:18 pm
I will referee. Next time we are all together we are going to have a challenge match!
March 12th, 2009 at 8:13 pm
What does this challenge match entail?
March 12th, 2009 at 8:14 pm
Hopefully, cages and fire.
March 12th, 2009 at 8:28 pm
No thanks.
March 12th, 2009 at 9:53 pm
I vote for a clean game of Slaps. Oh, and for the record, no one born in the 80′s could be considered old. I was rocking out to Madonna before you were potty-trained, and I’m not old, so case closed.
March 13th, 2009 at 5:10 am
If it makes you feel better, I feel really old when I find out I am talking to someone who was born in the 80′s.
March 13th, 2009 at 7:30 am
Trish – when do we start being old?
Andy – A little, thanks.
March 13th, 2009 at 8:44 am
Spend a week with me – I’ll show you what old is – you’re not even close.
March 13th, 2009 at 12:22 pm
Hmm. Good question. Maybe when the tiny basket of my motorized shopping cart overflows with Rx’s, Depends, SeaBond, Ben-Gay, Ex-Lax and sugar-free, low-sodium foods? I don’t want to get old… my family makes ornery old people
March 13th, 2009 at 1:12 pm
You’re old if you find this amusing for the wrong reason:
March 13th, 2009 at 4:53 pm
*high fives Craig*
March 17th, 2009 at 8:46 am
I got called ma’am at Randall’s the other day. I almost leaped over the check out and attacked the zit faced red head like “I was all jacked up on Mt Dew” Bastards…. For the records, I am 26… with achey knees.
March 17th, 2009 at 8:53 am
Crystal -Yay, you’re here! And hilarious, as usual.