Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Confessions

Or how I learned to stop worrying and admit to getting old.


I have absolutely no idea how to text (nor am I totally won over to its value).

I can't stay up all night.

I like to keep my hair short.

The music that kids listen to these days...I don't get it.

I refer to teenagers as 'kids.'

I'm starting to think I really need make-up.

I'm tired. (Or maybe just pregnant...whichever...)

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8 comments:

  1. julieSeptember 30, 2008 at 3:57 PM

    I enjoyed your confessions, makes me think of my own...hmm. I am going to teach you how to text...it actually quite handy. c u later!

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  2. JeanneSeptember 30, 2008 at 6:09 PM

    oh-oh...I guess that means I'm old too because I agree with every single statement.

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  3. JeanneSeptember 30, 2008 at 6:10 PM

    although my hair has never been as short as yours. :) (It looks cuter on you!)

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  4. andreaSeptember 30, 2008 at 8:37 PM

    I have gray hairs... a lot of them.

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  5. AnonymousOctober 1, 2008 at 3:12 AM

    Just have the kids teach you how to text! Julie is right-- It really is useful-- you'll love it.

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  6. RyanOctober 1, 2008 at 10:09 AM

    Well, I'm with you on the texting. And the makeup. And everything else! Kids these days . . . mumble mumble :)

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  7. UnknownOctober 1, 2008 at 11:01 AM

    I'm totally old and proud of it.

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  8. josikohaOctober 2, 2008 at 2:28 PM

    you're not old lori, you're a wee baby still wet behind the ears!

    you refer to teenagers as kids?

    that's how i refer to school teachers, electricians, and dentists!

    "hang on kid, i need to spit"

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