Or is it just that everyone younger than me is aging at a FAR more rapid rate and I have somehow been frozen in time? Yah.
I have been receiving copies of US Weekly, a magazine about celebrities...I didn't order it, but it just started coming in the mail with a bill. I'm like, no thanks. So I'm looking at these people in the magazine going, "Who is THAT?" Or I see the little red-headed girl that was on Full House when I was like 13, and she's like half-grown but all skinny and haggy looking at the ripe old age of what, 20? So sad to see these young, young kids half dressed, having babies, and living such a wild lifestyle. Crazy.
I've recently been gabbing on facebook, and many of my high school friends have children that are in their TEENS! (Maybe they would know who all these kids inthe magazines are!) And then I think, oh my GOSH, I'M going to be a FORTY year old with a FOUR year old in two years!
And then I think, why do I still FEEL like I'm 25 in my head? That's what's so wierd. I remember 3rd grade like it was yesterday, but it was THIRTY years ago. That is just NOT right. How is it possible that I remember THIRTY years ago? I remember when thirty wasn't just OLD, it was like, half DEAD. Now 80 is old!
Anywho...before my decrepit mind digress any further...age is just a number, right? RIGHT?!?!?
It has been super-fun (See how old I am? I use words like "super-fun!") to catch up with lots of school friends. I went to a Christian school where kindergarten through 9th grades were all in one building, and with few exceptions, I went to school with the same 30 kids for ten years. It became like extended family, really. Like having LOTS of brothers and sisters.
Having a birthday usually doesn't make me opine quite so much, but for some reason, this year it has. (Can't wait to see what turning 40 does to me!)
Lastly, and on a totally different note, dear friends who are missionaries in the Phillippines (they are a pastor and wife native to the country) are suffering from terrible flooding right now. It hit their city, and the Phillippino people are already so poor, and have nothing already...please keep them all in your prayers.
God Bless, and let's have a healthy, safe, BLESSED 2009!
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I hope you had a Happy Birthday. I hear you on all of it. They tell us not to look at dress sizes just go with what fits so pick a number, any number, and we'll say that's your age.
Hmm, I always wanted to wear a single digit outfit but I don't think I would carry age 8 too well. It would be an insult to 8 year olds.
Hehehehehe
That's good!
Of course you remember 3rd grade...I can still see Mrs. Zwiep's lovely lilting penmanship in my head. I wanted to BE Mrs. Zwiep! Plus I think we had closer to 60 in our class since there were two sections of us - back in the day when KCS was bursting at the seams.
I think it really hit me when school was shut down just how HUGE it was in my life. I get a little verklempt each time I have to drive by the building.
I figure the only number that matters is the one on the Nice N Easy box ;-)
Leah, I had Ms. Jonker. We went to her wedding...I remember what I wore! Oy, I feel so old.
I still feel 16 - seriously! Here's the deal, chick, we aren't getting old everybody else is just catching up to us. :D
I sometimes wonder about our teachers - especially the women in their younger years - to think we may walk right past them and not know because (EGADS) they've aged!
Ms. Rodenhouse was my only wedding for a teacher. Very huge deal.
:-)
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