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We celebrated Julia’s 10th birthday yesterday at Laser Quest. “Laser Quest” is from the Greek, meaning, “50 Decibels in Each Ear.”
But they loved it.
Rachel, Lois and Hannah offered to “chaperon,” and actually the extra hands were quite helpful. Lois also brought a (girl) friend and then amazingly – a male “friend” appeared. “I just decided I wanted to play Laser Tag today, Mrs. Woodworth.” Uh-huh. Righhhhhttt.
What every 10-year-old girl dreams of – a gynormous Nerf gun.
The kids in the ‘hood, after the party. Watch yourself.
I never feel particularly “old” until I am with a group of mothers from Julia’s class, each of whom look like she’s maybe 18 with perfect hair, hips and teeth – all straight.
Or until I read an article like this, that tells me I’m old because I blog.
So I’m old. Even if I didn’t blog, my kids tell me I’m old because:
I wear a watch.
I not only use a landline, but also insist they call it before giving up on reaching a family member.
I read books. I’ve played with a Kindle but don’t yearn to have one.
I sometimes buy CD’s.
I use my p.c. more often than a wireless phone to access the internet.
I seldom Twitter. What would I Twitter about? “Great sale on apples at HEB.” or “New episode of ‘Big Love’ tonight.”
So I’m old. And yet….I do love Facebook. And techy blogs. And user groups. And texts. I buy most non-grocery household items online. Fun apps excite me. I carry my Flip in my purse.
Maybe I have one foot on Earth, and one foot in cyberspace.
And I guess as long as those feet carry me home to Keith and these four way-smarter-than-their mom girls – I’m okay with with that.
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You aren’t old b/c you blog. You are just a writer at heart & this allows you to let out your inner writer! (I still think you ought to have a column in the paper
I’m glad that I am not the only “old” mother around. My daughter’s Father Daaughter Dance last year had an 80′s theme, and rather than having to make up costumes for them, we just had to reach into the back of the closet. My husband and I also have a procedure we call the “Charo test” – we slip the name Charo into a conversation, and if the person doesn’t know who Charo is, then we will not have too much in common.
You are a good mom hosting a laser party- hope you brought ear plugs!
I had to explain to a 20-something male what ‘cooties’ are! And NO, I WASN’T ‘cougaring’!
If you are old then I am ancient! Not sure I would last with all the loud music even though at “my” age some of the hearing is already deteriorated… you are a good mom and you have great girls!
I loved it when I read what you had written this afternoon and I love the responses because I relate to them all. Cooties and Charo……yep, I guess I fall into the “old” category but don’t we all have a great time. Old is just a state of mind and I’m NOT going there!!!! Have fun with those girls because they are what keep you young!
Eileen — an “80′s theme”? That would be MY daughters’ actual jr/hi school era. So, you may not be “old”. Becky is indeed getting old — but she’s not there yet. Yes, she is a good mom. Even a cool mom — as i am absolutely certain all her daughters’ friends would agree (even if her daughters wouldn’t admit it to her). Those are 4 really lucky girls.
I’m sure I’m not old. And yet … they don’t make movies like they used to, with a plot you could understand. And the young people in these movies are always mumbling. And their music! Just sounds like caterwauling. And I don’t know WHAT they’re teaching them in the schools these days. And . . .
OK, I’ll just wait till the little whippersnappers join me next to my rocking chair on the porch, so I can tell them what life used to be like when you used to have to walk around alone all the time, out of touch with the intertubes. In the snow.
I must be old too! I would never trade my books for a Kindle – I don’t care how cool it looks. I love my crowded bookshelves of books. I have to recount a funny story – so I am at a local paper store ordering thank you notes for baby Volluz when the 18 year old taking my order asks me if I am the grandmother! On the one hand, she did not notice that I had a beach ball under my shirt but seriously… a grandmother!
I’m older than you. I have no apps. I have nothing to app.
I don’t Twitter, I wear a watch (who WOULDN’T??) and I blog.
I don’t facebook.
I have no iPod.
Kindle? Had one for in-Russia conveniece. Dropped it. Didn’t replace it.
I buy cd’s and dvd’s.
I only have a DESKTOP and not a laptop. And I’m fine with that.
So…there. Old. -fashioned. ;>
You are only as old as your attitude, I’m 10!
You are so not old. I love all the things they listed that mean you are old.
Then I love being old!!!!!!!
Right on, Becky. I have known your ALL your life, and you are the PERFECT everything! Take it from one who knows.
“Auntie”
Okay–Cut the “old” talk, Becky. You know I was 14 when you were still a little girl.