It occurs to me that my first husband is turning 50 this year. What the fucking fuck?! Sorry kids but 50 is fucking old no matter how you look at it. Funny how I still see him with the long hair blow under and bell bottoms. I remember how at 16, this 23 year old with a kewl cuda convertible and great taste in rock n roll was the end all be all of my existence for ten years. Now for the life of me, I can't even fathom what I saw in him. Couples that can meet young and stay and grow together for years have my utmost respect. I just can't see it.
In addition, the things that annoy me most about my son is the shit he got from his Dad. Little quarks that I found so endearing years ago. Now I feel like slapping both of them on principal.
Sign.
To make matters worse, my father turned 65 this year. 65. That is a fucking senor citizen! His hair is going grey but he still has a lot of it and in no way seems that...dare I say it again? OLD.
By the time my parents were my age, I had made them grandparents for the first time. Fortunately, I don't think I have anything to be concerned about as far as that goes.
I can't get the fucking kid out of the house, let alone responsible enough to support a family. When he stops stealing his baby sisters quarters for burritos at Taco Bell, I'll start worrying about learning to knit baby blankets.
Well......no, but it sounds nice. I'll just buy them from a designer store, rip off the tags and swear I got arthritis making the fucking things.
In addition, the things that annoy me most about my son is the shit he got from his Dad. Little quarks that I found so endearing years ago. Now I feel like slapping both of them on principal.
Sign.
To make matters worse, my father turned 65 this year. 65. That is a fucking senor citizen! His hair is going grey but he still has a lot of it and in no way seems that...dare I say it again? OLD.
By the time my parents were my age, I had made them grandparents for the first time. Fortunately, I don't think I have anything to be concerned about as far as that goes.
I can't get the fucking kid out of the house, let alone responsible enough to support a family. When he stops stealing his baby sisters quarters for burritos at Taco Bell, I'll start worrying about learning to knit baby blankets.
Well......no, but it sounds nice. I'll just buy them from a designer store, rip off the tags and swear I got arthritis making the fucking things.
To continue: With SCM back, my pantry is now too fucking neat and I can't stand it. Canned goods on one shelf, boxed below it, cereal opened in front, unopened in back....who the hell can live that way?
I forgot to pay the pool guy and make my car payment. Apparently both of these companies got a little testy at my oversight. I mean it isn't that I don't have the actually funds...I just didn't distribute them in a timely manner. Shit happens so fuck off.
AND the spare dog shit on my fucking pillow yesterday.
See ya later, I need a mimosa to even consider getting on with this day.
AND the spare dog shit on my fucking pillow yesterday.
See ya later, I need a mimosa to even consider getting on with this day.
11 comments:
The thing about getting old is - YOU WILL BE HERE SOON!!! HA HA HA HA HA
I've decided that I've gotten old enough. No reason to get any older as it really doesn't look like it's going to be much fun. ;-)
Oh my goodness. You need a vacation.
Don't get too in a flap about a number. Is he handling 50 ok? Or is he scoping out new convertibles, joining a rock band or just embarrassing the hell out his kids? That is when it gets tough. Trust me on that one.
Wow you say fuck a lot! I like you.
I JUST TURNED "50" LAST MONTH..I AM OFFICALLY A "GOLDEN GIRL"!!! AND I AM NOT OLD!!! BITE YOUR TONGUE GIRL!!! (I keep telling myself that anyways) BUT YOU DO SOUND LIKE YOU MAY NEED SOME NEW UPLIFTING FRIENDS!!!!
Fuck!!! blogger ate my comment. I'm gonna go pout.
Yes MC..I am trying to get my cuss meter up to 100...everyone needs a goal and that is mine.
OneHung is only 39. 39 is fucking old.
Well, sure, shit happens. But why does it have to be on your pillow?
...christine...florida is where old people go to die, fakkkrissakes! and it surprises you that you see a lot of them ??
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