Wrong Demographic

I would like to know why I am suddenly getting all these emails with subjects like:

Senior People Meet - singles 50+ in your area!

Dating Over 50

Join AARP

Stop it! Not only am I NOT over 50, I don't think Hubby would appreciate me dating again.

Officially EMPTY

The last little birdie has left the nest.

Surly NonTeenager moved in with The BoyFriend this week.

It was so cute. She actually called and asked my permission. Then later that night when Hubby and I went by to see the place, she says "I was surprised you let me". Hubby and I cracked up. She looked confused, so Hubby asks her "how exactly could we stop you?". She looks over at me and I nod and say "you are 20 after all". She gets this 'oh, really?' look on her face and asks, "so I can go wherever I want"? I kind of laughed and said in an obviously joking way "no, go pack your clothes, you're coming home with us". She smiled a little and said "no" like she was trying it out. I shrugged and said "ok". She looked a little amazed. It was very amusing.

And so the nest is empty.

It's weird, she would spend the night out all the time. Sometimes for a couple of days at a time. But even when she was gone it still always felt like she was 'around'.

Now that she has officially moved out, it feels different. She feels gone. The house feels emptier.

And kinda weird.

It's not a bad feeling. Just weird. Different. It's going to take some getting used to.

Sad Sad Pitiful and Sad

You know it has been too long since you have been on your treadmill when you can't remember how to lower it and have to call your husband and ask do you pull the knob or turn it?

A Letter

Dear Mr. Construction Worker,

I understand how you could think standing behind your truck to pee would keep you from being seen.

And it does block the view to your fellow construction workers.

But there is a six story office building behind you.

And some people work on Saturdays.

Sincerely,

A third floor worker

P.S. you didn't wash your hands

Bet You Didnt Know

It was a Shepard boy, three wise men and.......a big fat lazy cat, that were at the manger.

The Results Are In

I have always liked going to school. I'm not super smart. I'd say, maybe slightly above average smart. I had to take notes. I had to study. Some. And I got A's and B's. (Mostly. We won't talk about the D in high school Geometry.)

Even after high school. I liked going to college. I had to takes notes. I had to study. Some. And I got A's and B's. (Mostly. We won't talk about the summer I took two History classes ITV. That was the late 80's version of 'on line'- renting VHS tapes with recorded lessons-and then going to the school to take a test. C. Didn't watch the tapes until the day before the test was due.)

Well, that was college in my 20's and early 30's.

College in my mid 40's? A slightly different story, I have discovered.

I don't enjoy it as much. Now it feels like work and before it didn't. I have to take notes. I have to make vocabulary lists. I have to study. A lot. I have to go to the school labs for extra tutoring. I to take practice tests. I have a hard time remembering stuff on tests. I stressed out before every test because I was afraid I was going to fail.

It makes me feel old and I don't like that.

I started out just going because of grant money being available. Then I found out half way through that because of the number of credit hours I have (a lot, but varied and no degree) that I couldn't get financial aid. I decided that was ok, I wanted to get a degree anyway.

Then I sat down and figured out exactly what it would take for a bachelors in Accounting. It would take maybe 7 or 8 years. And another math class. And economics. And statistics.

With all the trouble I was having with algebra, I doubted my ability to take those kind of classes. And 7 or 8 years? I'd prefer to be retired by that time.

So I decided I wasn't going to do it. I was done with school for good. I was probably going to fail algebra anyway.

I've known my Accounting grade along the way because the instructor posts everything on line. 89 on the final, 98 overall. But Algebra? No idea. Test #1-83, #2-73, #3-75. I turned in all my homework assignments. But that final.

Well.

I got a C.

Hmm. I'm average. I may be ok with that.

7 or 8 years, huh? That's not that bad.

Maybe.

Why...

Is the Sam's parking lot full of seagull?