Old-y McOldins

I drove by the high school here in Bartlett yesterday and the sign out front read: "Class of 2006 Registration Starts ____". It gave the exact date but I couldn't get past the Class of 2006 part. You see, I graduated in 1996. Ten years ago. I remember a time when I couldn't imagine talking about people I knew and things I did ten years ago simply because that would put me at about age three. Now not only can I reminisce about people I knew a decade ago, I've also probably forgotten many of their names.

When I was seventeen or so, I always felt very old. Well, I felt older than most of the people around me at least. Steph and I used to joke that we were really sixteen going on thirty (and this was totally way before that lame movie starring Jennifer Garner with the similar name.) The difference now (aside from the fact that in hindsight, even though I felt older at the time I really was in fact, a complete baby) is that when we joked about being old, we were doing just that: joking.

I know, I know, twenty-seven is not old. But driving by that high school, for the first time in my life I did not think to myself, "Hey, I'm not really that much removed from them." Because I'm not anymore. I'm actullay a full-fledged, card-carrying ADULT and maybe I'm just silly but I'm finally realizing it. I see high school age kids walking around and instead of saying to myself, "Wow, a few years ago I was totally just like them," I'm thinking, "Does that girl's mother actually buy her shorts that are that short?" Instead of relating and feeling hip I'm shaking my head and looking on reproachfully. I mean, when I was in school people didn't have cell phones or computers or low-rise jeans. Nobody I knew knew had heard of the internet, much less had their own personal weblog. THERE WAS NO REALITY TV, PEOPLE. How I can I possibly relate to the youth of today??? I can't. And I don't want to really. Because I'm a grown-up now. A grown-up who reads Harry Potter and adores Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but a grown-up nonetheless.

P.S. Tonight I'm buying tickets to the Lyle Lovett show at Ravinia this month. Can we say it again all together? OLD!

Escapism

Oh, I Almost Forgot

Poop on you, Karl Rove. Way to insult half of America!

People like me wanted to get the terrorists therapy after 9/11? I don't particularly remember it going down that way. Of course, people's memories are getting shorter and shorter these days so it doesn't take much to rewrite history anymore. I suppose he thinks only there are only conservatives fighting in the war?

A Strong and United Front

We are currently in a standoff with Juliana. She refuses to clean her room. She spent all day in there yesterday messing around and is up there again this morning. I think she really believes she can outlast me and that I will cave in and clean it myself. HA! It's really frustrating though because I would much rather be doing fun outdoor summer stuff but and instead I'm just sitting around policing her and making threats. We even set up a playpen for Ava's naptime in our bedroom so she can't get a break in the afternoon when Ava naps. It's a total crackdown.

Anyway, last night (by my friend Lara's recommendation) I watched my first ever episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition". Aside from Ty Pennington being a complete hyperactive spazz I was pretty impressed. I mean, demolishing a house and building an entirely new one in seven days for an eight-year-old girl fighting cancer and her family of eight? Gah! Is that show's goal to make a person cry every five minutes? Kind of makes me feel a bit small and ungrateful watching something like that.

Blargh.

It's hot here. It's put me in a lazy mood where I don't feel like doing anything. I've just been lounging around outside with the girls, doing a bit of gardening, reading Harry Potter, and catching up on my favorite blogs. Being the neat freak that I am, everything is still in order around the house. However, after I take care of cleaning up and running errands in the morning it's all downhill until I'm too tired to cook and Jason and I end up eating chicken nuggets and margaritas for dinner.

Hmmmm. I guess the margarita part isn't anything to complain about.

Yesterday I lost my internet connection on the laptop and it was amusing how the second I was unable to access the Internets that I suddenly felt the need to look up about a hundred and fifty random things. Out of the blue I was all, "Did so-and-so respond to my email?" "What is the weather going to be like this weekend?" "Did they find that missing girl in Aruba yet?" "Where can I send an angry letter regarding the recently approved Corporation for Public Broadcasting cuts?" "Did Michelle upload any new Flickr photos?" "What, pray tell, did Lindsey Lohan wear to the premiere of Herbie:Fully Loaded?"



Ok, I made that last part up. I totally was looking to get the latest news on Tom and Katie. But I did feel incredibly incapacitated in the six hours or so that I could not read Dooce's latest blog post about the children's show Boohbah. (Side note: Whenever I ask Ava if she wants to watch this show she runs laps around the house yelling "BAAAAH-BOOOOOOOO!")

This heat is making me feel a bit wonky. Time to go inside and crank up the a/c. That or dive into the kiddie pool.

Bartlett Sky

WOOO HOOO!

I was looking through my site statistics this morning and it appears that this month, two people found my page by searching for the words "I am a boring person." I thought this was funny so I decided to google it myself, and what do you know-- I showed up as result number ten!