Feisty Repartee

"I’m five feet six inches tall and weigh more than 110 pounds."

You crack me up. They grow up fast and we grow old even faster, it seems.

Aye. I feel your pain.

Last night, Little G. asked 'Mommy, what year were you born in?'

'1975, sweetie.'

'Wow. That was a really long time ago!'

Sigh.

1975?

Those of us who remember the moon landing in 1969 do NOT feel your pain...
:-P

They think it's funny to make us feel old...and that only gets worse.

The overprotectiveness? That will NEVER go away. I'm ready to put a cell phone on Miss Priss to cut down on MY separation anxiety when she has plans.

You feel old? Yeef.

Give yourself a few more years. My little one just was graduated from college.

Strangely, though, I don't feel old. Why's that, do you suppose? Could it be my juvenile outlook on life?

Re: "Damn. I am really feeling old."

You don't look it. Certainly don't act it, either. ;-)

Not to worry...in fact, it sounds like you're asking all the right questions (boys, adult supervision, etc.). She may not always appreciate it, but it sounds like she's got a great mom...no matter what the age (or weight) difference!

Btw, your site has not been remembering my "personal info" when I open up the comments window. I realize there are bugs still being worked out.

as will says; mine either.

i think you're a great mother to your Ones -- i'm glad you agreed to be mine as well.

and i think you're beautiful, no matter the age or weight.

I'd like to note that 1975 was a damn fine year, as it was also the year I was hatched.

And if you ask my 19 year old sister-in-law I'm ancient.

My wife keeps reminding me you're only as old as you act, thus I'm 12 on a good day, 2 on most.

She's 5'6". Geez. I'm a hobbit next to her...

Time soon goes...happy birthday to your daughter - seems like she will be tall and lithe!

My oldest is 12 and continually makes me feel old on a daily basis. Especially when he askes me stuff like, "I didn't know they had TV's when you where growing up?" And I'm only going to be 32 this year.

I was born in 1974...which means I turned 30 on my last birthday. As if I didn't feel old enough already, I just recently realized when my _mom_ was 30, I was already in high school. Granted...my mom married VERY young...but wowza! 30 sure feels a lot younger to me than it used to look!

My brain doesn't want to accept "growing old". On the other hand, my knees have embraced the concept with enthusiasm and my hair seems to have eloped with it.

Don't feel old. I was born in 1949. Imagine the horror I felt in realizing that I was born in the first half of the 20th century. Of course there is also a certain value to such notoriety...

Just wait a couple of years, when her boyfriend stops by the house to pick her up, and hugs you by mistake, followed by the classic line..."Why Ms Fiesty, I thought you were Sweet One!"

C'mon! Old? Can you feel your nipples touching your kneecaps yet? No?

You're still a young'un! Buck up!