I'm 34 and sometimes like to rock a faux-hawk.
I’m not a scrapbooker. Often times I wish I were one, but it’s never going to be me. As a result, I have a lot of undocumented memories, and one day when I begin to lose my mind, I’m going to wish I had been a scrapbooker.
It's at the point that when I dye my hair and it grows out, I can see a forming line of gray. Once when I was young, and pre-going gray, I told Dave I would never dye my hair regularly because “Salt and pepper is distinguished”. Note: That was when I was pre-going gray.
In my small neighborhood in Croatia, I actually found Zumba classes. For two nights a week, I could pay around $45 a week to go. I’m desperate but not that desperate.
These are beginning to be some of my favorite comments: “You know we met this couple, they were older, like in their 30’s.”
Dave and I have known each other for 16 years now, started dating 12 years ago, and have been married for 9 years this August. I need to stop thinking in numbers – it makes me feel old.
4 comments:
Wow. You're old.
;-)
You think you feel old - just think how Momma Scott feels. I felt old the other night when talking to Dave on Skype he said he was feeling old when trying to play basketball. I'm feeling old here in Korea with all the walking up and down stairs and hills that we do. But we love being here. Woo Hoo.
You are a "scrapbooker" of sorts, look at your blog history! I LOOOVVVEE your faux hawk! And I am old! haha Love you~
I agree with your freind Chel... It doesnt have to be scrapbooking as we know it to be... ANd its over rated. I bet scrapbooking online of sorts is the wave of the future!
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