My friend Eenie, who is famous for being among the four BFA boys who caused 10 German police officers (guns drawn) to surround my apartment, told me it was time to update. Actually, he didn’t so much TELL me as SUGGEST it, but a well-placed “You think it’s time to update?” is just as effective as a good “Yo! Get off your butt and update, will you??”
So here I am updating, but only after seeing Eenie’s updated page on which he has displayed several gorgeous pictures of his beautiful sister getting married. Back in prehistoric days when I led the student council at BFA, his sister, Steph, was one of them. She’s a wonderful little person (family trait there!) who I now despise for making me feel ANCIENT by walking down the aisle looking all grown up. One seldom feels older than when one is confronted with the aging of former students. And to think that some of them have teenage kids now! Yikes.
So my question for today, prompted by morbid thoughts of my impending geriatric days, is this: from the blissful standpoint of your youth, what do you think you will be like when you’re my age (which we’ll round DOWN for now to 35!)? More specifically:
– do you see yourself married?
– do you see yourself having a family?
– what do you see yourself doing for a living?
– where do you see yourself living?
– do you see yourself content with life?
AND…drum roll please…this is the clincher
– how will being an MK have played a part in all of the above?
Someone might need to translate this entry for Squirt. She claims to be too dumb to understand what I write, but I contend she’s just hoping to “hang out” with one of you if you take the time to explain it all to her. Sanguines…
I’d really like to know what y’all think about the above questions. By the way, do you know what the plural form of “y’all” is? Yup, my southern friends, it’s “All y’all”. Gotta love it.
So….answer my questions? I’d be grateful. Do it quickly, though. At the rate I’m aging, my eyesight should give out right about now….right about now….right about…. Guess I have a couple more minutes before decrepitude hits (that’s “the state of being decrepit”, Squirt).
Bye for now!