Tuesday....Ahh the only day of the week I can drag my lazy ass up the stairs to sit behind the computer these days. Thank goodness IA and I have decided to continue this meme for without it I'd be nonexistent in the blogsphere.
It dawned on me this morning that I am officially old. I have crossed over to the dark side and TBT {I'll touch on that acronym in a minute} it's scary here!
I remember the days when my Mom, who I love dearly, would say or do something that would make me curl up in the fetal position from mere humiliation and rock back and forth Rain Man style. Looking back I can see now that all she was doing was breathing in my presence. Well, guess what? I think I may be breathing a little too heavy for my girls taste.
As I was perusing FaceBook, read stalking my daughters, I saw that Peanut was participating in the ever so popular TBH and TBT memes. I was familiar with TBH thanks to Honey a few years back but the TBT stumped me. After a tisk and huge eye roll Peanut educated me on the Truth Be Told
When I was in middle school, it was so long ago we called it Jr. High, when you had a boyfriend you "went out". I can still remember the irritation and how the hair on the back of my neck stood up when my Mom would ask "where are y'all going?". I am, presumably of course, doing the same to my girls now when I ask them "what are y'all talking about?" when they {just Peanut now since Honey has a full time man} tell me they're "talking" to so-and-so.
I have also learned recently that just because the other kids think I'm cool doesn't mean that my own girls do. When I start quoting Fat Amy and singing Titanium in public the other girls laugh {not at me of course} and join me while mine beg me to stop then resort to looking a lot like I did back in 1983 while rocking back and forth in the fetal position in the nearest corner.
It's apparently also never ok to look good in a pair or Rock Revival jeans, rock out to "your jam" with the windows down while at a stop light, whistle at cute boys then slow down when driving next to them, be called a MILF, comment on a FB thread- especially a TBT or TBH, post pictures of yourself that show even a millimeter of cleavage on Instagram, and "creep on" your daughters and their friends on Twitter. FTR, look at me throwing out an acronym, I feel strongly that if you post anything on a social media site all rights to privacy are off.
In short, I guess I've hit the time in my life where I'm supposed to slip on a moo-moo, put rollers in my hair and just get old, after all I am almost 43.
NOT!
I think I'll tots stick to rockin' my Rock Revivals, singing David Guetta loud and off key, noticing cute boys {as long as they're legal} and living life to it's fullest!
What have you done that has made your kids moan in humiliation Maaahhhhhmmm? Bring it on, I want to know!


















