Don't worry. It's fun! Not even difficult.
I will give you a statement and then when I count to three, we will all yell it out together. (And... let's do it three times. It just seems like more fun.)
Okay. The statement is: "Angie is not old. She's one happenin' chick."
Ready?
READY?!
1......
2............
...............................................3!!!
So.... Did you do it? Did you actually yell it?
I hope so. That would be pretty neat.
One thing that I should maybe clarify- I know that I am not old. I know. I totally get that.
But age is funnny. (Yes, that word now has three N's. It's the new thing.... That I just made up.)
Some days I felt like an oldie. Sometimes not so much.
I decided that I would share some recent happenings that involved that subject of age. And hopefully we can have some fun with this.
Here goes:
-On Friday night I went to a dance. Yes. Long story short:
Slow song (yikes). Nice young man. Robot dancing (aka- doing that dance where you just awkwardly sway from one foot to the other). We're talking... Yada yada yada..... He asks if I am 21. Nope.... silence. 22? Uh. No. .... Silence once again..... Followed by even more silence. I then proceed to tell the gent that I am 26. He then tells me that he has recently met several people that are 25 or 26, so they are out there.
Yes, well... I should hope that there are more people out there my age. I would hate to think that I am the only one to be living at this age.
Next:
-I got a My Lowes card last night. (Thanks, Kylie.) I shop at Lowes enough to merit that. LOWES. I shop there more than I probably shop for clothing. (Not probably. I do. At least this summer.) Is there something wrong with that picture?
-I ate coleslaw today. That was my dessert. COLESLAW. Nothing against anyone that has been slawing it up since early childhood years. I am just not one of those people. My only exposure to coleslaw was that my grandfather ate it. As a child I knew two things- 1. He ate coleslaw, and 2. He was old. No disrespect at all intended to my dear grandfather..... But do you see what I'm saying? This may not exactly be what most youngsters are nibbling these days.
-Tonight I was carrying in some laundry and things from my car. This nice young guy walked past and asked if he could help us with anything. Most delicate little ladies would probably bat their eyelashes and kindly decline the offer. But... this is me we're talking about, people. I asked him to grab the 24-pack of toilet paper, shove it under my arm, and then close the bay of my car. (Which he very kindly did. I was so appreciative.) I suddenly felt like an older person ordering some youngster about as they deliver groceries to my car. (Again, no disrespect intended. I actually have a deep love for people that are more advanced in years.)
Keeping all of that in mind.... I had the following experiences tonight:
-I was talking to Emily (my darling roommate) about how I need to go running tomorrow.
And... before I knew it, I was encouraging myself from words from the theme song of Skydancers.
"I can soar. I have wings. I can do anything.... Skydancers!"
It's a little frightening.
(Since the vast majority of people out there have no idea what I'm talking about, I'll throw in a clip of the theme song, free of charge.)
(Good news! This show is now available on Netflix. You're welcome.)
I was hanging up some wet laundry in our wash room and happened to notice a wreath that I had sitting in there. Not just any wreath, my fall wreath. I started exclaiming to my roommate, Emily, how glorious autumn was and how it was my favorite season. And then I started singing this song in my head....
To conclude, let's conclude that I may be getting older.... but I will never grow up. Oh goody.
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