Today is mt 33rd birthday. I remember when I was a little kid figureing out that I would be 33 in the year 2000. It seemed a: Very old and b: A loooong way away. Anyone else have any expierences where something seemed distant and before you turned around twice, it was here?
Cecil said it. I believe it. That settles it.
Every day.
I can remember holding my oldest son, DJ, and giving him his two am feeding. I was crying and it brought my husband sleepily into the room, asking what was wrong with me. I replied that I knew DJ wouldn’t need me for very long, and he would go to college and have a whole other life without me.
My husband looked at me, shook his head and went back to bed.
But, dagnabit, I’ve turned around, DJ * is * college, and he e mails me every day, but he DOES have a ‘whole other life without me’ too!!
** Parenting, the job you’re supposed to be glad you outgrow ** 
Judy * I love your thread title! *
“Please Disregard the Following.”
I’m sorry!! I forgot,
** HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEIRD DAVE!!**
There once was a boy, named Davey,
Whose face was often smeared with gravy.
But, he’s all grown up now,
Keeps clean when having his chow.
We send you bunches of cheers,
And even a couple of beers,
Uh oh, looks like lil Davey, has fallen
once again in the gravy!! *
“Please Disregard the Following.”
When I was in 5th year ( I think this is your 11th grade ? Approx 16 years ) in school a guy was in my class who was 24 . We teased him about being an old man . It only feels like yesterday .
I’m 29 now and meet him a couple of months ago and I look older than him now .
If you christians were more like your Christ the world would be a better place
-Mahatma Gandhi
Thank you Anti Pro. Loved the poem!
:: Wiping gravy off his face ::
Cecil said it. I believe it. That settles it.
Oh, and FWIW, having an adult relationship with my parents is one of the best things about growing up. They are a couple of my best friends now, if that helps Anti Pro. It’s different, sure, but very rewarding.
Cecil said it. I believe it. That settles it.
I’ve always noticed that grades 1-6 seemed to take forever, while grades 7-12 flew by, even though they are the same amount of grades.
Wierd.
The first year I remember having that feeling was 1984. I had read the book in the mid seventies, and it was forever away. And I’d be 20 in 1984, which also seemed like old age.
And of course, 2000 always seemed forever away. Funny to think that my kids (both <3) won’t remember the 20th century.
Happy Birthday!
haha, old geezer
“I shot the sherrif, I shot the deputy too. No, it wasn’t in self defense. They both looked at me cockeyed so I capped 'em. Then I shot the mayor, then the firechief, decapitated the librarian, impaled the dog catcher, used a spoon to remove the groundskeepers eyes and sent the leader of the local KKK in full KKK uniform to downtown Manhattan. Then I made sweet love to the sexy 18 yr old intern, and it was all good.”
Hand me that wrench. No, the one that looks like a hammer.
Sig Courtesy of Walley
Weird Dave is right about the realtionship with your parents, now you are on their level of understanding which is pretty great most of the time. In the year 2000 thought I would be planet hopping, hell and I am still here.
Nanno does not babble
When I was in Jr High (middle school for you young uns), I figured I would be 46 when the year 2000 arrived. I remember thinking, how old that was.
I have always felt that old is about 15 years older than I am at the moment, 46 is not old, but 60, now that’s old.
Also, hightechburrito, if you think grades 7-12 went faster, let me tell you, time just goes faster and faster as you get older.
Virtually yours,
DrMatrix
“Feynman was wrong.
I understand Quantum Physics completely.
Anybody seen my drugs?” - WallyM7
I remember as a little tot, thinking “I’ll be 42 in 2000—I’ll be a glamorous, grown-up lady with a neat apartment and an interesting job, cool friends, handsome male admirers and pretty clothes.”
Hey—it worked! Cool.
I was always aware of how fleeting childhood was. When I was seven, I was lying on the grass on my lawn, my dad was tinkering with his motorcycle, my 2 year old sister was being cute and asking questions, it was summer, and I remember thinking “Life really doesn’t get too much better than this.” And I was right.
When I was 11, I remember, quite seriously, thinking to myself “Now, I’d better apprechiate this ‘childhood’ thing, because I’m never going to get it back.” Carpe Diem and all that. THAT seems like yesterday.
A little persistance goes a long way. Announcing:
“I go on guilt trips a couple of time a year. Mom books them for me.” A custom made Wally .sig!
Y’see, Riddles, I have just the opposite feeling. My adulthood is Sooooo much better than my childhood, I wish I could go back in a time machine and tell ‘Little Me’ that it would all work out much better than I’d thought . . .
When I was a kid I always knew all the cool things I would have by the time I was this age, and now that I am this age I am old enough to know that I will probably never have those things, and dammit that pisses me off!!!
** Oh, and FWIW, having an adult relationship with my parents is one of the best things about growing up. They are a couple of my best friends now, if that helps Anti Pro. It’s different, sure, but very rewarding. **
And to think someone calls YOU ‘weird’! Ha!“Please Disregard the Following.”
Happy Birthday, weirddave. Sorry that it’s a belated wish. I don’t know how I didn’t see this yesterday. So, many happy returns!!
Hmmmmm. When I turned 19, moved out on my own, and got a ‘real’ job, I can remember thinking that I would always have time for all of the things I wanted to do with my life. Sigh. Now, at 40, I realize that I’m running out of time, and haven’t done nearly all I wanted to do by now. I just turned around for a few minutes, honest! And suddenly I’m in a different decade of my life.
I remember like it was yesterday, holding my tiny son, feeding him, and thinking ‘He’ll grow up, but I’ll have years to enjoy him.’ Guess who’s going off to college in about 4 months!! I just turned around…
Same with my daughter. sigh…
She’s now a freshman in high school.
You are more than a human being, you are a human becoming.
Og Mandino
That’s my name, not a description. I am neither purple nor a bear. Okay, so I’m purple.<a true Wally original!>
Happy belated Birthday, Dave!
On the thread title: I made up that phrase too. Another case for the collective subconscious…
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.