A momentous occassion, indeed

Sam: on his very last day of kindergarten.

Yeah, so I'm old it turns out.

Miss Provo has informed me that she was like four feet tall when the Matrix came out. (Sam is four foot three and he's in kindergarten, though I think Miss Provo was older when she was four feet tall. Most people are.) And that last post makes very little sense if you have not seen the Matrix. So here's the spoon bit:



and here's the red pill scene

Looking at my SIL's blog made me get all nostalgic today about how babies grow

so here's a little journey back in time.

first with Sam:

In which I reluctantly allow my daughter to (grammatically) objectify herself.

Lily: [tug][tug] "What's with your shirt?"

me: "Huh?"

Lily: "It's *daddy's* shirt."

me: "Yeah, I stole it."

Lily: "Oh. Well, I'd like you to pick me up, Mommy."

me: "What did you say?"

Lily: "I said I. want. you. to. pick. me. up. So you can hold me and carry me to the car?"

me: [think: OMG, that is the first time in her entire life that I've heard her use the correct subject/object distribution in that phrase.][start to get weepy because I liked the old way.][and because it means she's growing up.][which means I'm getting old.]

Lily: "Well?"

me: [refrain from asking her to re-state it as, 'Mommy, I want to hold you' or 'Mommy I want to pick you up.'] "Okay."

Steve and I spent all day here:

aka: my old high school. the one I dropped out of. (yes: I have no high school diploma. I do have graduate degree(s). long story.)

it turns out that the school (the whole district, I guess!) is on George Bushie's NCLB "Bad" list. which is hilarious to me. not sure why. but it does explain a few things about my odd high school memories...

anyway. we were gathering data. on cover-likability. and a few things were amazing:

1) how much facial hair some of the kids have
2) also pimples. steve wants me to mention the pimples, but honestly, I didn't really notice them. maybe because I had a bleeder on my own forehead and I was self-conscious.
3) how everyone looked like they were the same age as me and yet, they all somehow seemed to know without even asking that I was very, very old.
4) how hard teaching five periods in a row is! Geez, y'all high school teachers work like CRAZY!
5) did I mention about how I felt so old? very, very old?

Glad I'm out of high school.

You really know you're old when

your idea of a good birthday activity is to go grocery shopping without the kids.

The weight of my new age is pressing down on my shoulders.

Oh, wait... no. that's just my computer bag.

Evidence that I am getting to be an old, old lady

Last night I was falling asleep at 9:30PM.

And then this morning I woke up at 4:30AM.

And I couldn't get back to sleep cause my bones were aching.

Yeah.

Holy Crap I'm getting old

I went to a Matchbox 20 concert tonight.

I sat in the luxury box.

And all I could think was, "Why the &^^$# is it so LOUD?!"

It's kinda sad, really. I like music. Just not in person anymore, I guess.