Monday, June 2, 2008
I'm not that old!
I took the kids to Fiesta Mall, and they asked me if the mall was there when I was a kid. I said yes it was, and that was where I got my first job too. Ben said, "Wow, that mall is old!" I replied, "Ben, I'm not old!" He corrected me quickly by saying "Mom, I didn't say you were old, I said THE MALL was old!" Apparantly he didn't realize that meant the same thing. Ah well, to a 5 year old I guess 32 is ancient.
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What was the name of that place, wasn't it Potatoe..something. Let's face it Jill and Austin, we're gonna be 40 in 8 years. However, I prefer to look at it as we are only 3 years removed from our 20's.
Look at me I can't even spell potato right. How EMBARASSING!
It was One Potato Two... my kids hate potatoes, so I didn't tell them what the name of the store was. It's not even there anymore. I appreciate the perspective on my age, I prefer to be only 3 years removed from my 20's as opposed to 8 years away from my 40's. :)
Ha ha ha!!! I was thinking about those good "old"days at 1 Potato 2, mop fights and fresh fries and country music as loud as it would go!Ah the memories!!! They are good ones too. :) But Jill, you have to know, 32 rocks, unfortunately, Ben will have to wait until he is 32 to realize it! Ha ha ha. Here, this should make you feel better, Friday I was at Flag High's Graduation and one of the kids I taught in 3rd grade was speaking! I don't feel any older, but the reality was staring me in the face, speaking over the jumbo tron in the dome! Maybe we are getting older? Hmmm. :) Oh well, we've earned it! You are amazing!
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