She came. She saw. She blogged.

I've had this account for a while. This is my first posting. I feel so accomplished.

getting older.

So I was watching SNL, folding laundry. My Morning Jacket is the band tonight and they started playing, and they were pretty good, so I was dancing. Feeling pretty good. Then I looked up and caught my reflection ... did not match with the scene in my head.



I realize that I'm getting old (did I mention I was folding clothes while watching SNL?) I realize at some point I'm going to have to act like it, right? I mean, I have kids. They have an instinctive need to be embarrassed by me, to think I'm a dork. It's just life, and I accept that. But while I'm ready to stay in on a Saturday night, putting my pajamas on early, watching TV and doing chores, I'm not ready to trade in my alt rock for Air Supply. And I'm not ready to hear the music I heard in high school on the classic rock station.



I don't think I'm one of those people who try to act younger than they are, but seriously - it's hard to act like an adult when you feel some days like you never progressed past the age of 12 mentally. I know some people who are truly grown ups. They act, behave, look, and seem to feel like adults. I'm still waiting. I have all the accessories, trappings, and tchockes. I have kids, a mortgage, a therapist, and a heating pad. But I still feel like I'm just making it up as I go along.



And... SCENE.