<p>32 is my virtual age.</p>
<p>My real age is those two digits added together in the tens place and a one in the ones place.</p>
<p>As I use to say when I had a 3rd grader…</p>
<p>Just think. I am now 5 orange rods and one little bitty white cube…</p>
<p>Joining you in CA.</p>
<p>okay i feel better now…I hadn’t thought about my virtual age…hmmm I’ll have to ponder that one.</p>
<p>Can I be 34? Tall, thin, blonde (no, I do like my dark hair—or the color it was when I was 34!!!).</p>
<p>IRL 7 black rods with 2 white cubes.</p>
<p>On CC? Hmm… Considering I have a college freshman I think I should be at least 36. ;)</p>
<p>Hey SA-er’s drinks are on me again-- I just hit 2200 posts, and this thread is nearing 9000!! Any excuse for a drink!</p>
<p>Might as well go all the way and be 24–married but no kids yet. No aches & pains (that I can recall). Not much wisdom, however, so maybe that’s not such a good age!</p>
<p>It was a good age for my body, however!</p>
<p>Got a text from my D: “IT’S SNOWING!”
Happy Monday all - how 'bout Hot Chocolate w/Peppermint Schnapps this afternoon!</p>
<p>I pick 32 because by then I had had one baby so I knew the machinery worked, always sort of an anxiety in my life.</p>
<p>I think in fact by then I was pregnant with number 2. Which was one of the happiest times of my life. First pregnancy I worked up to 7 months, as a salesperson no less. :eek:</p>
<p>With pregnancy number 2 I was deep into earth mother heaven. And had seen an ultrasound of him at 11 weeks (had no such thing with D) so I knew he was a boy. And cute at that.</p>
<p>But I guess if I’m in the Alley I need to drink only gingerale if I’m 32…</p>
<p>OK. I pick 38, youngest is 5, everyone can get themselves into the car, and still no gray hairs have shown up.</p>
<p>But I have a feeling, in all honesty, if I had to pick actually I would still pick the 5 oranges and 1 white. I mean, who can actually decide to give back life experience. It’s awfully hard fought just to give it back.</p>
<p>Absolutely, alu. While I hate what gravity has done to my face, I wouldn’t trade it and what it has been through for anything. Or any of my life experiences…even if the kids did almost make me crazy at times. My mother made me crazier, frankly, and there wasn’t anything I could do about that, either.</p>
<p>So while 24 may be nice to look back on, I wouldn’t really want to go there. I would just like my body parts to function as they used to. 
Like that’ll ever happen!</p>
<p>And DH used to have hair. Lots of gorgeous brown hair. ;)</p>
<p>Feel 26, Look 36, am 46. I’m okay with that.</p>
<p>Had a nice AIM exchange with my D this am. I was nudging her about something she’d already done. She let me know it was done. I apologized for being a panicker. </p>
<p>She replied: “That’s okay, I don’t mind having a Mom!”</p>
<p>Al…</p>
<p>You’re bringing me down, man. </p>
<p>I do understand where you’re coming from regarding the approach of winter. I love spring, summer and fall here in Western PA. Even love winter… until about March. March and early April here are a bear: too cold and too gray for too long. Then spring, and I feel in my late teens again. </p>
<p>Except for the hair color…</p>
<p>but at least I still have it in its original thickness.</p>
<p>Oh, well then.</p>
<p>It’s not just m&sdad who’s too young for me. It’s SB, too.</p>
<p>At least they’re just right for each other :p. Similar number of orange rods, maybe off a cube or two in the white.</p>
<p>perish the thought jmmom!!</p>
<p>You feel 36 too, to ME. So we are twins!</p>
<p>I know. Well, then indeed. Jmmom, don’t you feel some times affronted by these young 'uns? How dare they peek their full heads of hair and their perky selves in while I am bewailing the call of winter to my seasonal self?</p>
<p>Perhaps we need to haze them. Make them drink 13 boilermakers or something to make up for the indignity of their youth.</p>
<p>Oh wait. You say it’s the virtual age that counts? OK.</p>
<p>Never mind, as Gilda would say.</p>
<p>Alu,</p>
<p>I took inspiration from your dying days of the year, and a slow pre-Thanksgiving day in the virtual office, to play hookey for part of my afternoon. Sneaking away from my PC for a run on a brisk but nice November day, I felt like a 17 year old. Three plus miles of city concrete later, my knees, and hips, feel every day of their 47 long gruelling years.</p>
<p>That’s what I get for bragging.</p>
<p>If you need me, I’ll be in the SA spa with the epsom salts and a Corona.</p>
<p>Drinks on me in the SA spa. I’ll even put a lime in your Corona given that I am now a Senior Member (as of about three minutes ago).</p>
<p>okay you’re on: I want something hot & good for my throat and also my mood. I am feeling mildly sniffly.</p>
<p>Hey ebeee!!! Welcome the the big leagues!!!
What are we drinking??</p>
<p>So tell me…when does the parents need a ‘teen antidote’ drinking begin…when they turn 15, 16, 17? So far I’ve managed to get by with only the occasional glass of vino, but man is this hard to get through at times!</p>
<p>Hey—congrats ebeee! I bow to your newly attained status!</p>