<p>I was 7 years old and in second grade when JFK was shot. The janitor heard it on the radio and called the teacher into the hall to tell her (very unusual, the custodians NEVER interrupted during class.) The teacher thought our parents should tell us what had happened in their own way, rather than us being told by her, and we were sent home (early I think). It is really weird, but the same thing happened on Sept. 11 to my kids, who were in 9th and 12th grades at the time. The school district apparently decided that the students shouldn’t be told by their teachers what was going on, although there were rumors flying around all day and some teachers were seen to be crying.</p>
<p>I knew I was old when…
I tried to watch Napoleon Dynamite the “hip” new flick that “all” the teens are quoting and I could only get halfway through.
Its one thing to have a skit about dweebish white kids in rural Idaho, but a whole movie?</p>
<p>I am going out to rent Javier Bardem ;)</p>
<p>( We did all watch The Lady Vanishes, last night though, I have to be very careful about renting anything that my 14 yr old might walk in on, so no sex and little violence- and Hitchcock often fits the bill!- I was going to rent the Avengers which I just loved when I was 10- but Mrs Peel gets tied up and a quasi snuff film? ( from reading the box) what were my parents thinking? :eek:</p>
<p>Emma Peel was hot! Her outfits were …uhhhhh… really nice. Mostly the black leather and all the boots . It was a pretty sexy show for back then.</p>
<p>I looked very young until after I had my first child. I would walk around college campuses, and students would start up conversations with me, and it would become clear that they thought I was an undergrad. I took that for granted, until one day, some months after S was born, I found that they had moved the student services desk where I wanted to get discounted movie tickets. I collared a student asking where the new location was. He gave me the directions, and then completed the conversation with the damning “ma’am”!</p>
<p>I got another reality jolt when one of my kids called me downstairs cuz “the old actor mom likes” was on TV. When I came downstairs, there was John Travolta on the screen.</p>
<p>Oh Jamimon,
John Travolta old!</p>
<p>I remember first few years teaching, an d kids surprised I was ‘it’. When I walked in, and all the noise ceased, then I knew I no longer looked like undergrad. I called my g/f and cried.</p>
<p>No tears for me, Bookworm. I don’t mind getting older, particularly when I consider the alternative! But, I feel so much more comfortable in my skin at my age. And I am looking forward to being a respected, old matriarch. (Ha, ha, in this family, fat chance!)</p>
<p>J
You’ve relocated several times, you have kids of all ages, various careers–I can only imagine you’d like a nice long break. But with 2 marriages in near future, you’ll end up grandparenting before the youngest settled.
Saw a group of older women lunching at deli, wearing purple t-shirts and red hats, with the logo.</p>
<p>Hey cur, even <em>I</em> thought Emma Peel was hot! Hmm, something to put on our Netflix queue… seeing as how I have teenage boys and all…</p>
<p>When you remember the 1st Super Bowl, before Roman Numerals!</p>
<p>isn’t it funny that one day i (and most of my generation) will be saying “i was 14 during 9/11…” so weird, i can’t imagine it. and yet, its out there waiting for me. im flipping out! time to go yell at parents/rebel.</p>
<p>Bookworm, both girls are on the MD path, and have no desire for kiddles at this point. I’m afraid our adventures as a large, patchwork family have not really fueled the “wanna baby” or “wanna puppy” feelings. They all know the work and heartache and issues involved. It has not been that easy for the kids either. I schloff all the issues off on them, but I’m sure they could write books on what we have dumped on them. Of course, anything could happen, but they remind me of my brothers anytime the subject comes up–not vehement, just not interested, and it’s just been last year that my one brother had a child, and in his late 40’s. Another married a woman with 2 children and has no desire for one of his own. The other is on his second marriage, and has no desire to have kids. My brood seems to take care of any paternal/maternal feelings. Anyone wants to rent a kid, they are welcome. My one brother who helped S2 on a venture last week, had his eyes crossed when the day was done, and it was just another “day in the life of…” . The girls are easy going, and like smooth, easy going home lives with their adventures in their work. Very laid back, and they KNOW what a baby does to a household.</p>
<p>Yeah, my daughter and my sister were both (at least temporarily) cured of <em>all</em> maternal yearnings by watching me give birth. My sister’s comment: “Wow, I didn’t know you had a vein in your nose!”</p>
<p>Jamimom
One thing I’ve learned, is nothing is static. Hopefully, your gals will get thru residency before having babies. It seemed most of my colleagues were pregnant before finishing. You also have a house full now, and will for many more years. I was implying that as the last one leaves, the newbies will come. I recommend some time in the Keys to mellow</p>
<p>I went to a website rating college professors and began looking up comments on some of my college buddies who are teaching. One comment read, “I love this old guy…”</p>
<p>Curmudgeon, I had the good fortune to see Diana Rigg in a play at the Kennedy Center. If I had known about stage doors, roses, and such… But I was <em>such</em> a dork.</p>
<p>(I know, I’m supposed to be gone from here)</p>
<p>Bookworm said something that made me realize: with a 6 yr old D, I may not ever be “free” because I may be grandparenting S’s kids before my D is off to college in 11.5 yrs (groan).</p>
<p>Well, so much for organzed homes, daily exercise, baths, good books. just a dream for us moms, momsdream.</p>
<p>You have frequent and routine dreams about murdering your digital alarm clock, and feel good about it</p>
<p>Last October, I was walking home one day, minding my own business, being perfectly nice (not gnawing on raw bones, or anything), and I happened to pass the front of the junior high school. A group of boys were horsing around next to the sidewalk, waiting for their rides home. As I walked by, one darling child called out to another, “Hey Andy, I think that’s your mom…” and then, quickly corrected himself by saying, “Nevermind, that’s just somebody’s GRAMMA!”</p>
<p>For a moment, I actually looked behind me, thinking that some old broad was crossing the street in back of me. In disbelief, I visually searched the van that was driving by, assuming that somebody’s grandmother was behind the wheel.</p>
<p>When it dawned on me that the little rat bas**** was talking about me, all I could do was suck it in and walk faster, mentally grumbling to myself the whole time, “You think I’m old, you little twerp?? You oughta see my MOM!” </p>
<p>Meanwhile, H isn’t helping our status as a sophisticated, hip couple in restaurants when he comes out with, “I’ll have a cola.” :::crickets chirping::: I proceeded to chug-a-lug my margarita while the 20-something waitress processed what the Hell he meant by “cola.” An RC Cola, perhaps? How about a bottle of liquid Geritol and a straw, you old fart?! I think our 17 y/o son was talking to the people at the table next to us, by that time… :p</p>
<p>Yeah, my daughter and my sister were both (at least temporarily) cured of <em>all</em> maternal yearnings by watching me give birth. My sister’s comment: “Wow, I didn’t know you had a vein in your nose!” ~SBMOM</p>
<p>ROTFLMAO, still laughing at that one, SBmom! 
At least, she was looking at your nose.</p>