05 Feb 2008
by therevchick
in My Life as a single girl, Pop Culture Commentary
Tags: kittens and cougars, old, the bachelor
I must check a different box when voting. No more 18-27. I am now in 28-35. I am in a different box. And I feel like I should buy a moo moo and some depends because they are on sale with the Ensure at Long’s Drugs.
I don’t really desire to be in the 18-27 box. I mean those were some HORRACIOUS HORRENDOUS years. Some were good, but not the stability and awesomeness that has come at 28. 18-27 was like middle school, but longer. It was awkward like a foal getting up after birth. There was a lot of dirt on my face, a lot of humility. It has been great learning experiences. But at 28 I make no excuses for myself, I try not to impress the wrong people, and I realize that there is quite a bit I bring to the table. Come eat at it, you just might learn something 
I have my moments though, when I have this rushing reality check. This whoosh of Sally- you are not a young girl anymore moments. This was my moment today:
Meet the new bachelor: 
Yowza sassy Englishmen! I might just watch this female depricating drama filled tear jerker I only knew you for a week please marry me show.
Here is the kicker…he is 27! 27! Did you read what I wrote? 27!!!
Isn’t the bachelor some older guy? He has always been an OLDER guy. WHY am I older than the bachelor? Am I in some parrallel crazy universe where unicorns are horses and people wear red to their weddings?
So its official, not only can I not be on Real World (the age lmit is 25), but I also cannot ever be on the Bachelor. (unless there is a kittens and cougars portion, in which I would be a cougar cub apparently).
So I am going to sit in my old lady sweater…and mix some metamucil in my cosmopolitan and wait for the Price is Right to come on.
Maybe I should buy a cat….
Its official…
05 Feb 2008 Leave a Comment
by therevchick in My Life as a single girl, Pop Culture Commentary Tags: kittens and cougars, old, the bachelor
I must check a different box when voting. No more 18-27. I am now in 28-35. I am in a different box. And I feel like I should buy a moo moo and some depends because they are on sale with the Ensure at Long’s Drugs.
I don’t really desire to be in the 18-27 box. I mean those were some HORRACIOUS HORRENDOUS years. Some were good, but not the stability and awesomeness that has come at 28. 18-27 was like middle school, but longer. It was awkward like a foal getting up after birth. There was a lot of dirt on my face, a lot of humility. It has been great learning experiences. But at 28 I make no excuses for myself, I try not to impress the wrong people, and I realize that there is quite a bit I bring to the table. Come eat at it, you just might learn something
I have my moments though, when I have this rushing reality check. This whoosh of Sally- you are not a young girl anymore moments. This was my moment today:
Meet the new bachelor:
Yowza sassy Englishmen! I might just watch this female depricating drama filled tear jerker I only knew you for a week please marry me show.
Here is the kicker…he is 27! 27! Did you read what I wrote? 27!!!
Isn’t the bachelor some older guy? He has always been an OLDER guy. WHY am I older than the bachelor? Am I in some parrallel crazy universe where unicorns are horses and people wear red to their weddings?
So its official, not only can I not be on Real World (the age lmit is 25), but I also cannot ever be on the Bachelor. (unless there is a kittens and cougars portion, in which I would be a cougar cub apparently).
So I am going to sit in my old lady sweater…and mix some metamucil in my cosmopolitan and wait for the Price is Right to come on.
Maybe I should buy a cat….