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I QUIT!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Last night I asked my son about the ages of students in one of his classes at college. I was hoping that there were some people his own age that he could make friends with. He tells me, “There are people in there of all ages. The youngest is 17 and then there’s this really old lady.”

“A really old lady? How old is she?” I was thinking gray hair and a cane.

“Oh Mom,  she has to be around forty.”

WHAT?” I about screamed. “You’re telling me that the really old lady is about 40?”

“Whoops, I mean....”

Michael there’s no use in trying to back track now! You think I’m really old?”

“No Mom, you’re different.”

How in the world can I be “really old?” I mean I ride a Harley, I have tattoos, I love leather! Yeah I color the gray in my hair, but heck early gray runs in my family, or that's what I tell myself.
Really old my ass!

Just now I got a phone call from my daughter. She sounded all serious and asked me if I’ve been keeping up with Brothers And Sisters.

“Yes, why?” I thought she was calling to talk about Sarah and her sexy French boyfriend or the fact that the kids though their mom was a lesbian.

She drew in a breath and then this came out of her mouth,

“Mom, can you be tested for the Alzheimer’s gene?”


40 comments:

The Green-Eyed Brat October 19, 2010 at 12:16 PM  

i think now is a good time to pull our thelma and lousie!!!

Cheryl D. October 19, 2010 at 12:18 PM  

Time to disown some kids! LOL

Copyboy October 19, 2010 at 12:28 PM  

You're a young hip mama. Don't let anyone tell you different.

Monkey Man October 19, 2010 at 12:30 PM  

I never tell people my age. My last manager asked and I told him I was older than he was and younger than his father. Kids!! We more mature individuals can make fun of their naivety right before we go off and do something stupid to recapture our youth.

Furry Bottoms October 19, 2010 at 12:30 PM  

WHY would your daughter ask that?!

Nicole October 19, 2010 at 12:35 PM  

Oh my, my, my. I am only 2 years from 40 and I DEFINITELY do not see myself as OLD. Nor are you OLD. Isn't it funny.. the numbers sounds worse than the actual experience!?

Shell October 19, 2010 at 12:38 PM  

I would just chalk it up to kids having NO perspective about what old really is.

Donda October 19, 2010 at 12:40 PM  

I would rather be old than squishy. Yeah, that is the nugget Avery gave me last week. Nice.

Christy October 19, 2010 at 12:42 PM  

It's time to put them back in the box and LOCK THEIR ASSES UP!!! It's either that or you can borrow my bat and TRY to knock it out of them.

Unknown October 19, 2010 at 1:03 PM  

Screw them.

And screw the teenagers at the drive-thrus who call me ma'am these days.

Claudya Martinez October 19, 2010 at 1:14 PM  

You are not old. You are perfection.

Liz Mays October 19, 2010 at 1:49 PM  

Oh my gosh! Those brats are just like my brats! LOL

Rob-bear October 19, 2010 at 2:42 PM  

Hey, if you're old in your 40s, what does that make me in my 60s?

My hair has gone from brown, to grey, to white, for heaven's sakes. And no, I'm not colourig it. I'm trying to "look my age." (Acting my age isn't going to happen.)

Biker babe with grey hair? Wow! How much more Divaesque could that be?

middle child October 19, 2010 at 2:46 PM  

Hm,... Well, next ime you get a call from either of these kids, tell them you lost your hearing aid and will call them back once you find it!

The Bipolar Diva October 19, 2010 at 3:20 PM  

I LIKE that idea Middle Child!

The Bipolar Diva October 19, 2010 at 3:21 PM  

Well at least with my feeble, old mind I have the clarity to realize that you all ROCK!

Empty Nester October 19, 2010 at 3:37 PM  

Sometimes our children say things that make us ask ourselves: Now, why did I want children? LOL Love the post!

Green Monkey October 19, 2010 at 3:37 PM  

my grandson is highly entertained by the extra skin around my elbows... "where'd it come from, did ya grow it"

he's lucky he's adorable.

Rob-bear October 19, 2010 at 3:45 PM  

Middle child has given you such a cool answer!

Way to go, mc! You rock!

The Green-Eyed Brat October 19, 2010 at 4:05 PM  

Aunt of 14 - that's just Karli to ask something like that!!!!

Karli's crazy like that!!

The Blogger Formerly Known As October 19, 2010 at 4:27 PM  

Honestly, the youngsters of today! We’d never speak to our elders like that. During the war . . .

You’re a youngster, lady, take no notice of the impudent little . . . things

Love from a mere 45 year old
The enigmatic, masked blogger

Cheeseboy October 19, 2010 at 4:49 PM  

I was feeling really old lately at 34. 40? Now that IS old.

Nolie October 19, 2010 at 5:14 PM  

Age is just a number. Its all about how young you feel.

Mimi October 19, 2010 at 5:56 PM  

Oh that happens here way too often!

hugs & love,
Mimi

Joann Mannix October 19, 2010 at 5:59 PM  

I know. Oh, how I know this. My kids are always making me feel this way. And it's not just my kids. I was asking the hostess at our favorite restaurant about a waiter we hadn't seen in a while. I didn't know his name, but when I described him, she said, "Oh, the older gentleman?" And I was all, "Nooo. This guy's about 35." And she blinked and said, "Right, the older gentleman."

Ugh.

Daisygirl October 19, 2010 at 6:04 PM  

my jaw just dropped!!! I have a really young brother and he implied I was old once...just once because I put him in his place..haha!!!

By the way I showed my hubman your blog and he thought you were my age...(that would be 22)....!!!!

W.C.Camp October 19, 2010 at 9:13 PM  

Well revenge is sweet and no matter how long it takes - they will be that age someday too! What was worse in the post is HOW in the heck are 17 year olds in college. My kid was pretty young and graduated at 17 but turned 18 a few days later. W.C.C.

Anonymous,  October 20, 2010 at 8:06 AM  

age ain't nuttin' but a number, a number that the old grannies and i never can remember when we all hang out at the bus stop at 5AM in the morning. man, i'm getting old!...

Brenda Susan October 20, 2010 at 8:49 AM  

Ok Diva, I am sure that your most fav comment on here is gonna be the one above mine, Daisygirl!!
I showed your pic on the bike with a corset to my hubby and he was all..."Why in the world are you showing me a hot girl on a bike? What 's wrong with you ?"

He acted as if I was showing him a girly magazine! Ha!

You could use the alzheimer thing to your advantage girl. ...."Oh honey was it your birthday this week? Totally forgot. And who are you anyway?" Haha!

The Bipolar Diva October 20, 2010 at 10:34 AM  

I think I need to let my son read all of your comments!

THANKS to you ALL!

Snowbrush October 20, 2010 at 11:29 AM  

Did you ask your son if he meant that you are different good or different bad? Maybe he wasn't being as diplomatic as he sounded.

Anonymous,  October 20, 2010 at 12:06 PM  

Oh no they didn't! First of all..you're one sexy 'really old lady!'

Gotta love the brutal honesty of our offspring!

The Bipolar Diva October 20, 2010 at 12:08 PM  

Oh thanks Snow! I didn't think about that! Oh, I sent you an email.

The Bipolar Diva October 20, 2010 at 12:09 PM  

Thank you Boobies! Oh yes, the mouths of our kids....

Pat October 20, 2010 at 4:32 PM  

You should have told them my favorite Bill Cosby saying, "I brought you into this world and I can TAKE YOU OUT!"

Sandra October 20, 2010 at 6:08 PM  

Yeah, apparently I'm really different too...I think that's code for "You're old but cool!" Roll with it hot, sexy stuff!

Anonymous,  October 22, 2010 at 1:44 PM  

Don't quit! Fire those kids! LOL!

brandy-son Zen master flash October 23, 2010 at 9:40 AM  

Seriously you look great! This was a funny story though!

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