October 21, 2010

  • Why I Don't Go To HS Reunions....


    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    Today the Beast got a picture from a couple of old friends that we once hung around with in high school.  At first, we thought it was just from the gal, who looked older but was still very recognizable.  We assumed that one of the guys in the picture was her current boyfriend (yes, older people date, too) and the other was a friend.  Imagine our shock when we read her note and found out it was her brother!    I could have been knocked over with a feather. 

    The Beast was cracking up because the brother was NOT easily recognizable.  He just looked OLD!  The Beast kept laughing but, as I looked it over, I was thinking that the Beast looked an awful lot like the brother.  I didn't dare say so because it would have set the tone (and a bad one) for the day.  The Beast does NOT really accept how old he looks to others.  I have no idea what mirror he is using these days but he keeps it well hidden.  I would sure love to have that *magic mirror*. 

    The Beast started making cracks like, *Can you imagine looking that old and being short, too?*  I said to him, *Short people don't lose as much height as they age.  You two could end up the same height.*  With that, I ducked into my computer room because I knew it wouldn't strike him as funny as it did me.

    I thought about it and realized why neither the Beast nor I want to go to any of our high school reunions from the town where we lived.  Those are all people that we haven't seen in years and, since we drifted away from them because we actually had little in common, we hadn't even wanted to see them.  Most of the fun we had together was not the kind that you can relive over-and-over without being annoying.  We were just kids, we had fun, we grew up and no longer had any shared interests. 

    Now that we were older and weathered and wrinkled, we preferred not to be subjected to the exclamations of *Wow!  Have YOU changed!*  *OMG, you look so old!*  *You used to be so....(thin, sexy, hot, cool, etc.etc....insert appropriate word)* 

    I KNOW I am older.  I KNOW I am heavier.  I KNOW I have wrinkles now.  I KNOW I am not as attractive as I was.  I KNOW how much I have changed over the years.  Cripes, I've gone through hell and high water in my lifetime.  OF COURSE I am battle-scarred.  Why would I even WANT to subject myself to that kind of rhetoric and pay for the privilege?  No thanks!

    And that's all I am going to say on THAT subject.  So there!

    I picked up Chewlee from school and she was her normal, happy self.  Also very proud of herself because she said she had gone pee and poop in the *big potty* all day long.  So, what's the first thing she does when she gets here?  She pees in her pullups.  <<banging head on keyboard>>  I told her she was NOT going to get her *big girl panties* until she did BOTH...ALL THE TIME....in the big potty.  Her mother told her the same thing.  She just kept saying, *I'm sorry!* but she didn't LOOK like she really was.    Only time will tell.  At least she now loves to poop in the potty and that means no more smelly diapers or pullups.  **Insert happy face here**

    I flirted with the idea of making a meat loaf today but then decided to be lazy and make the split pea soup.  I'm glad I did because it really hits the spot on this cold day.  Our high was 73 but it seemed brief and not all that warm due to the cold breeze.  When we ate our soup, the temperature had dropped to 63 and it hit the spot.  The Beast, ever the one to not miss a cue, didn't start his bread on time so it wasn't ready for us.  It would have been nice to have fresh, hot, homemade bread with our soup.  Instead, it won't be ready for another hour or so.  I saved some room so I will have a cup of soup with mine when it IS ready.

    I hope you had a great *hump day* and an even better Thursday.  Stay warm if you are in a colder area (and cool if not).  Smile!  It's great to be alive when you consider the alternative.    Love you all!