I’ve always felt young, vibrant and alive.  I have never thought of myself as old, or even close to middle-age but lately I’m beginning to question myself. 

I just realized, last week, that I’m going to be 36 this year.   How did that happen?   I swear I just turned 31 and got married, where did the last five years go?  Oh I know, I look at The Snitch and she’s going on seven, next week, she took my years. 

I’m also finding grey hair and not just an occasional single one at my temple.   No, last week I was in a public bathroom and the horrible fluorescent lights made the grey at the crown of my head sparkle like I had a diamond tiara on.    I went into freak out mode because I’m only 35 and should not be able to see grey like that.   And with me only being 5′4″  everyone else is taller than me so it made me wonder just how many people saw that sparkly grey.   Sigh.  Luckily I arm myself by keeping an extra box of dye on hand so I took care of that problem real quick. 

Then there’s the fact that its now 2009.    You’re like Uh, where have you been?  Duh.  Well for me its a little shock to the system because that means this June I will have been out of high school for eighteen years already.   Seriously, eighteen years?   Are you kidding me?   Yeah, no wonder I get called Ma’am, which I hate by the way.

Finally, when I realized I’m getting old is when Mister and I were at Target a couple of weeks ago and he pointed out this girl working there, she was maybe 19-21, if that, and she had her earring holes stretched out about two inches with HUGE spike gauges in each ear.   I’m talking National Geographic shit here.   He and I looked at each other, shook our heads and kept walking.   But the thing that made me realize I’m getting old is later I thought about this girl and thought to myself  How on earth is she ever going to get a realjob when she’s in her 30’s or 40’s looking like a freak with saggy, disgusting earlobes?    That’s also something I thought about when my step-daughter got a tattoo on her wrist/forearm a few weeks ago.   She’s also 19 didn’t think about her future, um she’s going to school to be a History teacher, nice look for that.  

*sigh*  When did I get old?   And is it a good thing?  In a way I think so because I know I’m much wiser and more responsible, then again when I find myself questioning the youth of todayI want to vomit because that’s the stuff old people do!   WTF?