P'ska

My friend's mom once found a birthday card that read: "You know you're getting older when you can accept the fact that your parents still do 'it'". At the time Morgan and I were in highschool. Although Lindy laughed we just looked at each other and screeched "Eww! Disgusting! Put it away!" We obviously weren't getting older. This past weekend I went home to visit my best friends in the whole world. Morgie was able to drive all the way from Nashville and Tara made the long trek from Tulsa. (Although she didn't attend the football game.) Saturday we all decided to go shopping at a mall less than 30 minutes away. Have you ever noticed that you spend more money with friends? They can really talk you into some great purchases, or out of some really bad ones. Ehem-cough-cough, Liv. The four of us along with two mothers, mine and Morgan's loaded up and made the short drive. On the way to our destination I think we each used at least one curse word; something my mom certainly wouldn't have done when I was 17. They were used in a funny context and we all laughed. I think we laughed hardest at Lindy and her attempts to keep us from smashing her "damn fritos". In all fairness we received several warnings and still showed the chips no respect. I can tell we're getting older when we are able to cuss around our parents and not get in trouble for it. Still a foreign concept but we're all getting used to it. It was also the class of '94s high school reunion. I remembered faces mostly and realized that these were the people I wanted to be like when I got in high school. (I was nothing like these people however.) No offense but luckily my parents did a great job of raising me to be myself. I guess another sign of getting older is seeing your old role models and realizing you weren't like them and thankfully you won't ever be because you are who you are and nobody else. I wonder what our 15 year reunion will hold? I'm sure when that day comes someone will look at us and say "Thank God I never turned out like those people."