With so much discussion about turning 30 and so many (too many to link) of you having babies and such, it has drawn in sharp relief the inescapable fact that I am biologically old enough to have given birth to the whole lot of you. OK, well most of you anyway (the exceptions shall remain nameless, of course). In any case, I usually try to avoid acting my age, but the effort has become futile of late. So today I'm coming out: I'm 44 and I think I'm having a midlife crisis. The good thing about this is that if you do the math, having a midlife crisis at 44 means you've still got a long way to keep going, baby. Granted you all have entire decades ahead of you before you have to worry about this, but I still feel it's my duty to prepare you for what lies ahead, Forewarned is forearmed. Or something like that. Here's a short guide to the upsides and the downsides of middle age: Downsides first: Midlife crises are a sexist phenomenon. Cases in point: Harrison Ford...
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And how cute are your kiddos? CUTE!!
And I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils too. . .I can hardly wait until next Monday for my kids!!
I like the cheezy grin on Z's face and the almost-not-there smile on L's. High school boys are so cool.
Lyle--funny thing. My daughter kept insisting she was certainly NOT excited for school to start.
She was up and ready by 7:10.
(They don't usually leave unti 8:20.)
c jane: I wish you lived in our hood too (bring ~j with you when you come). I also wish my kids could be in your classes. (I think you might've loved my daughter's essay about how having a pet snake would help her become a responsible citizen.)
To tell the truth, I wish I could be in your class.
Backpacks should be worn as high to the middle back as possible, not low slung like a gang members pants. BAAAAAAD on the lower back for it to hang so low.
Just so you know: I will never abandon dark chocolate anywhere at any time. And you looked especially beautiful in your wedding gown this morning.
Love ya' girlfriend!