#27: A picture of something old

When I downloaded this song:

I knew I was too old to do so.

But I couldn't help myself! It's just so darn catchy!

Justin Bieber was on The Voice and they showed like 30 seconds of the video. 

I IMMEDIATELY went to iTunes.
Ridiculous.

I know.

Then, before we turned out the light that night, I asked Brian if he would be my boyfriend.

{I love that term--boyfriend--it's so fun and pure...yes?}
He thought I was a little crazy, but then he agreed that yes, he would be
my boyfriend AND my husband.

Two for one.

What a deal.

Anyway.

This little event reminded me that I am old.

 So, for #27  from the list-- a picture of something old--I am picking me.

I am old.

Lordy! Lordy! Kari's 40!



Now, I know you will be tempted to comment on this blog post and say things like--

"No you're not!"

"Stop it!"

"You look like someone in their 20's--{or at least early to mid 30's?} !"

"Come on, Kari, you're being dumb..!"

Do what you must, but the fact remains that

I am old.

Just to clarify, I don't think I necessarily mean I am old in the sense of number of years

or, even how I look.



Yes! I'm 41 and I'll eat my cake too...!



 I think the heart of this post is that I think I do things that I am "too old" to do.

{Umm, hello! I posted a Justin Bieber video!!!}

For example:
When I am in a group of my peers er..umm.. people I am around the most  
{who are in mostly in their 20's and 30's...!!}

and I start saying things like "when I was a kid we had 8-track players!"

the blank expressions on their faces remind me that

 I am old.

When I  attempt to use shortcuts on computer programs and freeze the suckers up and then try to laugh it off with a vignette of the first computer I ever used--an Apple IIe,

 I am old.

When my friends plan a "night on the town" and it starts at 9 so I pound an espresso, an emergenC and preemptive Advil I know that

I am old.

I got a "C" in keyboarding class. But look at that keyboard! Come on!

I know that sometimes being the "old" one of the group is a good thing.

Because I have a pretty solid reservoir of life experiences, I can sagely offer advice to others.

I have "variety is the spice of life" tastes in music and fashion {usually...} because
my tastes  span 4 decades.

I also honor the philosophy that "you are only as old as you feel"--and more often than not,
 I do feel young.

 I am grateful that the copious amounts of wrinkles and gray hair I should have--haven't caught up with the number of years I really am--yet.

But when I find myself humming "Boyfriend", reminiscing about the days before cell phones, cable TV and laptop computers, {not to mention KILLER hangovers after those "nights on the town"...} I think, hmm.

I am old.

But I am good with it because I plan on growing old gracefully.

{Whatever THAT means!}
And I'll just keep reminding myself of that
when I crave listening to BJ Thomas on my old 8-track player.

Man, those were the good old days.