Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Change of Decade...

Y'all have seen a dog chasing it's own tail at some point in your lives, right?

Well, that's me lately.

I have absolutely no idea what I'll do when/if I catch myself, but I'm leaning to a day at the spa. Or submersion in chocolate. Either one.

I celebrated my birthday recently. It was a "Change of Decade" birthday for me, and I'm feeling rather... unsettled about it. I know, there's not a thing I can to do about it. The day after my birthday, I received a Christmas letter from my aunt. One of the big news items: my cousin, who is only 6 months older than I am, is going to be a grandma.

So, I went from "unsettled" to "definitely not okay with this Change of Decade"--- and now it's morphed into... numbness. I took a good look at myself in the mirror this morning, to see if I look my age, and yeah, I'd have to say I do.

Oddly enough, wrinkles don't bother me. Gray hair doesn't bother me (my parents didn't start graying up until about their 50's, plus, I color my hair, so if there's gray in there, I don't know about it.)

Change of Decade bothers me. Why? Because I'm now officially "Granny-Aged." Thank heavens my children are still young enough that I'm not anywhere close to becoming anyone's Granny.

Although, when I finally do become a grandmother, I'm thinking "Granny" isn't too bad a name. ;)

4 comments:

Aimlessbat said...

Can I start calling you Granny now? Just to get you used to it in advance?

Laura Hamby said...

No. But thanks for asking, AimlessBat.

NEXT!

Aimlessbat said...

Okay, okay, I'll just stick with "That bat who's 10 years older than me."

Granny's easier to type, tho.

Laura Hamby said...

P~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!