Y is for Young ~ April 29, 2018

I am middle-aged <gasp!> How does that happen?  I still feel 19.  Even with aches and pains, my mind has not caught up to my body.  And considering the alternative is death, I am grateful for each and every day that I am alive on this planet.  Random Tuesday at 2 pm, thank you so much for what you have given me.

Ah to be young again.  Hmm.  Nope not really my wish though I will occasionally make reference to being old.  Usually when I say something about my age I am fishing for a compliment.  I’d love to hear: Why no J-Dub, you do NOT look a day passed 35.  Wink, wink. Haha!

Oh and I bug the crap out of B.

Me: If you didn’t know me, how old would you guess I am?

B: 53

Me: Pfft, no really.  How old?

B: 53

Me: Okay then.  Could I pass for 45?

B: I am not going to answer you.  Stop asking.

What a pest I am.  Thank goodness he puts up with me.  He’s a saint y’all.  A flawed as crap saint but still angelic to me nonetheless.

Thing is back in the day, I looked younger than I was.  Funny story to tell.  Picture this –

It was a random day in August 1994.  I was still fit as a fiddle and running daily.  I took Pony to the high school with me.  He played with his Hot Wheels in the long jump pit while I ran laps.  Afterwards we went to register him for first grade.  I was wearing my Notre Dame T-shirt, green track shorts, tennis shoes, hair up in a pony tail. We walked into the lobby of the elementary school.  I had all the paperwork filled out; ready to go.  We waited our turn and when it finally came, the dialog went something like this.

Registrant to Pony: Will you be in kindergarten?

Pony: I’ll be in first grade.

Registrant looking at me: We need your mom or dad to come up here.

Me thinking what the hell do his grandparents have to do with registering him for school?

Registrant: nice what you are trying to do but this is a parent’s responsibility.

Me: I’m his mom.

Registrant: No really, go get your mother.

Then the principal Mr. S rounds the corner.  He knows my parents.  He taught my brother when Jimbo was in 3rd grade.  He says he will vouch for me.

I was 29 years young and the registrant thought I was about 17.  She apologized and said Pony and I looked so much alike we had to be siblings.  He is my twinkie even now.

But alas, that ship has sailed.  I’ve been chasing that compliment ever since though.  No wait!  Not really.  See above.  The lady  aka Jilly Willy doeth protest too much.  I am wise not old and forever young so suck It.  No don’t suck it.

As always, more to come.

This post was written as part of Blogging From A to Z April (2018) Challenge.

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