Isn't that a little rude, though?

Dear friend,
This past Sunday our family tried a new church.  It was a nice service, the music was good, the people were friendly and the sermon encouraging.  We met the pastor, and it was obvious that he was making an effort to remember us by name, in order either to recognize us if we came back or to pray for us, who knows. During the conversation he asked me a question that I hear far too often, "How old are you?" 

I know that in my case people ask me this because they can't tell just from looking at me.  I know that in a church there are groups separated by age.  I know that he didn't intend to offend me or set off an angry switch in my soul.  Because I know all of this I answered calmly and truthfully, but I made a decision. 

I am not telling people how old I am anymore.

Part of this decision is because I'm definitely old enough to adopt the "lady-like" policy of keeping such information to myself.  Part of it is because I don't feel my age.  I haven't for years, and as they say, you're only as old as you feel. 

So, from now on, I'm ageless.  

Birthday? Today? Really?

Dear Friend,
Twenty (something) years ago today I was born.  That, apparently, is a reason to celebrate. As usual, the uncontrollable act of growing a year older has left me thinking over my past, present and future.  Perhaps someday I will pass the twenty-sixth day of the year without becoming so pensive, though this year isn't the year that it will occur.

I actually celebrated on Monday, since the weather forecast for today was not compatible with a grand day out.  My mum and I went shopping, to many of my favorite stores, and ate lunch at my favorite restaurant, Noodles and Company.  It was a pleasant day, with a lot of laughs and resulted in my acquiring a new pair of boots.

As for today, it has been a lazy day, a rainy day, a calm and pleasant day.  Thanks to Netflix I was able to try a new television series, The Murdoch Mysteries.  It was fun to watch, fulfilling many of the little categories that indicate an interesting show for me; Canadian, period setting and solving mysteries.

It seems to be my parents have established a tradition for my birthday, buying me Breyer model horses.  This year I received the models made for the World Equestrian games and the 60th Anniversary of Breyer.  They're both very pretty, very dramatic sculptures that I think will compliment my extensive collection nicely.

Well, last year I wrote about feeling like I was on the edge of a big change.  Considering I'm writing this entry in almost exactly the same circumstances as I was when I wrote that one, it would seem I was wrong.  There are two ways to react to this, with frustration or with hope.  I will choose the latter.  Though I no longer feel that a big change is waiting just around the corner, I do know that God has a plan for me, and as long as I'm living my life for Him, I know I'm living for something.

I'm off to watch the original Ocean's 11, which I've never seen before.

Another birthday, I look forward to many more.

I've got young ears!

Created by Train Horns

The test said that typically only people younger than 25 can hear it. It's a terrible sound, though, so I'm not so sure I'm pleased to hear it. Can you?

I can't believe it happened again!

Dear friend,
I've just had a birthday and so I'm due for an introspective and retrospective spell. Well, you know what, I'm skipping it this year. I'm tired of looking back at who I was and worrying about who I will be. I do it every blessed year, and I refuse this time. So I've changed, so what! So have you, and everyone else around us. If you don't change in the course of a lifetime why bother living it?
Doesn't seem to matter anyway, I once again was charged the ages 9-12 price at Golden Corral today. Granted, the cashier thought I was 16 or so, and was being generous to my family, but for goodness sake I'm TWENTY-SOMETHING! I eat about as much as your average 12 year old, so I didn't make a fuss.
You know, I really do eat in child sized portions, but I'm a good, healthy (by that I mean not stick thin and not tubby fat) weight. It's all very weird, really. I wear size 8 at Old Navy to give you an idea of my size.
My wonderful brother got me the Freakazoid DVD set, and I'm making them last by watching only one episode a day. So far I've only watched 2. Wait for a boring day, I'll watch all the rest anyway. I watched 5 seasons of Gilmore Girls in less than the time it took ABCFamily to air season 2. I power through DVD sets most of the time.
I made a livejournal, finally. It has the most predictable name for me, so if you're interested in the one post I made there, look me up. I don't know what I'll do with the thing since I'm quite satisfied with my darling blog here. I've considered putting all the nonsense I'm loathe to write here; such as which celebrity guy I'm currently "luving" or random thoughts like "Is Des and Penny's son named Charles Pace Widmore Hume? What a long name for such a small child." or stuff like that. (Aside, spell check tells me Widmore isn't a word, but Hume is, weird.) We'll see if it lasts.
My fanaticism for Rob Paulsen has died down, slightly. I'll never stop luvin' that guy, but I'm no longer watching something involving him or searching him on You Tube everyday. I guess I'm too caught up in LOST right now. I luv Faraday so much. I love that he loves Charlotte, and that he's taking a sort of leading role in what's left of the survivors. By the way, is Sawyer the last living survivor on the island? I think everyone else from 815 that isn't an Other or aspiring to be is dead. Poor Sawyer.
I watched an episode of Top Gear that had two of the dragons (Theo and Peter, both completely rich and partly awesome) from Dragon's Den on and then compounded the awesomeness by giving me Richard Hammond on a gorgeous horse! Richard looked way too small to ride that horse, but still, it was a beautiful hunter. I luv Richard, too; if I didn't like him so much I'm not sure I'd watch that show. Yeah, the guys are all funny, but it's a car show. Most of the things they say about cars sound like "blah, blah, blah, engine, blah , blah, horsepower, blah." by the time my brain processes it. But then they do stupid things like light campers on fire, and drive old cars across Africa and make their own stretch limos and I laugh and laugh and laugh.
I guess I've rambled enough. Stay beautiful, you lovely people!

Maybe it was the hat

The other night, I went with my parents to a buffet. I had already had my own dinner, but I figured I could get dessert, and maybe a salad. (Perhaps this sort of thing could explain why my pants aren't quite fitting the way I remember... naw, they just shrunk in the dryer) Anyway, I had half a plate of salad, and a "slice" of a big cookie, and then we were all done my mom glanced at the receipt and discovered that they cashier, when we first walked in, had assumed I qualified for the children's price. That cashier thought that I looked like I was younger than 12 years old! I am one week away from my 20 (something)th birthday and this woman thought I was 12! This is ridiculous! Do I exude some sort of aura of immaturity? Did I stop aging as a teenager? Was it the hat I was wearing? It must have been the hat.

I'm sure when I'm "old" I'll be flattered if someone thinks I'm 10 years or so younger than I am. But right now, it's just really weird.




I am sad to report that yesterday we became a one cat family. Still sad about that.