Saturday, April 19, 2008

Friday Five: For just 24 hours...

It's my week to post the RevGalBlogPals Friday Five. So here it is...

Yesterday I had the 24 hour flu. I had been told by the people who had it first that it really was a twenty-four hour bug. And so while I dealt with all the blech of the flu, I kept reminding myself that morning would come and I would feel a lot better.

This is certainly a strange way to start out a Friday Five but it made me think about what I might like to do if I knew it would only last for 24 hours. There are no reality boundaries to these imaginings. So here are the five things for you to consider...
  1. If you could dramatically change your physical appearance for 24 hours, what would you do? I think I would like to be another color. Not sure which one. I'd just like to know what it would be like to be a different race for the day.
  2. If you could live in another place for 24 hours where would you go? Paris! I love Paris in the Springtime....
  3. You get to do somebody else's job for a day... I want to be the pope and straighten some things out. REALLY FAST!
  4. Spend the day with another person from anywhere in time and space... Right now I think I'd pick my paternal grandfather. I have some questions and I think it would be a very fun and memorable day. He'd have to buy me some M&Ms though.
  5. A magical power is yours. Which one would you pick? My first choice was flying which seems strange since I am afraid of falling. But given the fact that my hubby is recovering from wrist surgery and I am still feeling a little woozy from the flu, I think I might pick miracle healing.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Am I really that old?

Tonight the Chick told me that I was old enough to be the mother of one of her favorite tv people. We're watching "One Tree Hill" and Nathan aka James Lafferty is 22. So at 47 I am old enough to be his mother. Sigh...

The character has been married for six years and has a five year old son. The Chick did the math... "Grandma! Grandma!" Giggling of teenager....

I don't feel old enough to be a grandmother. I don't feel old at all. I can't do a cartwheel, but I couldn't do one when I was a kid either. So what makes us feel old? What makes us feel like we have to act our age? Or act the age that we feel? When I'm not looking in the mirror, I feel some mystical, magical age that can dance like a banshee, stay up too late, skip through the park and laugh, laugh, laugh.

I'm not sure what the point of this all is... Just want to say, I'm not that old. Not really. Not in my soul.