Stolen, this week, from Cajunvegan at I Read Banned Books. She is one psycho hose beast, and if you’re not reading her, you should be.
At a certain age women should: embrace who they really are and stop trying to look like teenagers. Belly shirts are inappropriate for anyone over 30 (as a matter of fact, I question their appropriateness at any age, but that’s just an indication of how old I really am…)
At a certain age men should: grow up. It’s fine to still have toys and hobbies, but too many men don’t stop to look around and step up to what’s REALLY important. Luckily, I don’t know many of those kinds of men…
When I was a kid I thought I would: be a whole lot less happy than I actually am. A big part of me regularly (though metaphorically) sticks her tongue out at all those haters who tried to make me believe I didn’t deserve the life I ended up with).
Now that I am older I wish: I had learned a few important lessons sooner than I did (but doesn’t everyone feel that way?).
You know you are too old to party when: You don’t recognize most of the music.
You know you are too young to retire when: You go a little stir crazy after only one unscheduled weekend.
When I was in high school I listened to the music of: Anything and everything from the one and only 80s … today it’s called Classic Rock (note; that’s CV’s answer, but it’s mine, too).
Nowadays I find I like the music of: pretty much anything that isn’t misogynistic rap or whiny country. I’m often found in the company of the likes of Dave Matthews and Vertical Horizon.
On my last birthday I: turned 39.
On my next birthday I want to: have a celebration that includes more than just the four of us. Forty is a milestone I’d like to acknowledge joyfully and with plenty of friends. Oh, and if someone wants to give me a trip someplace warm on the 15th of January, I’d be okay with that, too.
The first time I felt grown up was: when I wrote the first mortgage check.
The last time I felt like a kid was: last weekend when I went with my family on a hayride.
When I read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein it changed my life. I find myself learning new things about my own past every time I read through the pages of that novel,
Last year was: great, and I have no reason to think that this coming year will be any different.
Next year I hope: to get a little more settled professionally, and maybe even start chipping away at the third degree. I hope to spend lots of time with the people I love. I hope the country doesn’t collapse – economically or socially. I hope my mom and grandmother continue to get healthier. I hope that more states allow gay marriage. I hope to continue my trend of happy and contented.
Happy Monday, Everyone!
Ok, ok, I’m going to HAVE to read “Frankenstein” again. I know I read it somewhere along the line but don’t remember it having any kind of impact on me. But it had such an impact on you I feel compelled to give it another go. I probably raced through it for a class so this time I’ll pay better attention.
Whenever I see one of those TV documentaries, or a news story, about men who are husbands and fathers doing dangerous things as a “hobby,” I wonder if they gave any thought at all to their families’ emotional and financial well-being. I remember specifically one Everest expedition where several died and a physician (Pick Withers) almost lost his life, but did lose his fingers. (And there was that heart-rending phone call from a dying man to his pregnant wife). There are the sailors, the baloonists, etc.
It’s not that I’m uninspired by achievements, its just that I think that family trumps hobby. None of these guys is going to climb Everest for the first time, and the “records” they shoot for seem more and more to be meaningless “niche” sorts of things. Ah, well.
You know, I have never read Frankenstein. I think I ought to. Perhaps I shall put that on my reading list for Thanksgiving break.
cool meme. I have stolen it.
I am inspired to read Frankenstein- you’ve mentioned it several times and I think I will have a go.
That not recognizing the music thing? Um, yeah. I’ve experienced that. Makes me feel tres, tres old.
39 and holding here, too!
I might tweak the “at a certain age women should” to “at a certain WEIGHT women should…”
I don’t care what age you are, if you’re built like Linda Hamilton circa “T2″ then be proud and show it off.
On the flipside, I also don’t care what age you are, if you’re built like Roseanne Barr then put on a lead mumu!
And, yes, the same rule applies to men.
I’d love to see a post on how Frankenstein changed your life–I’m intrigued.
I’m going to steal this one too, for a later post
A lead mumu, nhfalcon?? Uh… I must disagree.
I’m sorry, Kwizgiver – you like seeing out-of-shape people expose their lack of physical fitness?
I always love reading your blogs. Sorry that I don’t always take time to comment. Maybe I’ll start stealing your monday memes sometimes. My blog has been very neglected lately but school has been back in for weeks so I have no excuse now!
I always love your answers to things like this. I love the questions on this one, too, but your answers are the jewels.