Feeling my age...

I have a bunch of things to write about today - but something happened to me that really made me feel my 36 years old.   When you need copies for the PTA you need to send them to this really nice lady who runs the copy center at our high school.  When they are finished, you go to the high school and pick them up - swapping blank paper for pretty copies...  pretty good deal and cost effective for the school. 

So today I had copies to pick up.  I pulled up my mini-van to the front of the high school - mind you this is the school I went to some 18 years ago.  (Oh. my. 18 years ago.)  and there were kids everywhere.  So I am thinking it must be lunch time.  But I no sooner shut my door (and locked it just to be safe) that the bell rang...  So there I am in the middle of a million high school kids (OK I am exaggerating - there were only like 100 thousand).  

And that is when the old starts to settle in...  The police officer I need to report to (yep I said police officer - 18 years ago we just had a scary looking detention teacher) knew me when I was little - so I didn't even need to show my ID.  Or maybe I had the trust-worthy Mom look???  (please say it isn't so).   So I scribbled my name on the sign in sheet and off I went to the copy room.

Do I need to remind you there were a trillion high school students in those halls?  And I was trapped in the middle!  As I walked, I was feeling pretty good - thinking look at me out walking these kids.   I have loads of energy - I can keep up.  But as I walked I started to look at the kids....  POOF it happened...  not only did I feel old...  but I turned into my mother.  I actually thought to myself - these kids look like hoodlums - I am glad I locked my car (um van)...  most of them looked like they rolled out of bed or were headed to gym class.  I saw one girl who looked remotely nice - but most looked like grunge.   Many were high school beautiful and skinny - but had wardrobes that would make Clinton and Stacey cringe...  Now I am not Ms. Style - not by any means - but man - I think I look better in my pjs than these kids do at school.   What ever happened to looking your best?  Or today is looking your worst actually looking your best?   

So I got my copy paper, hopped back in my van, and felt eternally grateful that I went to school EIGHTEEN years ago...  I wonder what the kids will look like when Noah, Hannah, and Sarah go to school...  I am hoping by then there will be a 50s trend going through - where skirts and ties are all the rage...

TLSS

p.s  the shirt in the photo is my hubby's favorite shirt - he asked me to marry him in that shirt - and those are his painting pants....  i guess some grunge is ok  :-)