Coffee Table Declarations
Thursday, April 22, 2004
What the hell is gmail? Anyone?
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I cannot wait to get outside today. It is beautiful. Welcome spring! Or since we really have only two seasons here in New England, welcome summer!
This past weekend was my parents' 33rd wedding anniversary. They took my sister and I out to dinner and I asked them to share remnicenses about their wedding day. My dad said it snowed that day, so there's your example of New England weather. It was probably summery the next week. Or perhaps the climitary changes over the past 33 years have resulted in warmer temperatures in April, who can say? They had more to say about the matrimonial event, but nothing interesting to anyone outside of my immediate family (things such as, getting ready, walking down the aisle, blah, blah, blah.)
Marriage to me is an amazing phenomenon. How can you possibly know how you will feel about someone in 20 years or even 5 years? I don't know about you, but it gives me the willies. Of course, I'd like to get married, someday. So hopefully I'll get over the willies before that day comes. Meanwhile I have to endure questions and commentary in parental settings such as "we can't wait to have grandchildren" and "when are you thinking of settling down?" However, nothing beats the statement made by my nineteen year old sister. I was remarking on how I seem to get along so well with middle aged ladies and she said, "but you're almost middle-aged aren't you?" Um... for the record, I am 28. Last I checked I was nowhere near middle-aged. But just to be safe, I've decided to simply stay 28. So on my birthday, I will be turning 28. Next year on my birthday, I will be the ripe old age of 28. You get the idea.
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I cannot wait to get outside today. It is beautiful. Welcome spring! Or since we really have only two seasons here in New England, welcome summer!
This past weekend was my parents' 33rd wedding anniversary. They took my sister and I out to dinner and I asked them to share remnicenses about their wedding day. My dad said it snowed that day, so there's your example of New England weather. It was probably summery the next week. Or perhaps the climitary changes over the past 33 years have resulted in warmer temperatures in April, who can say? They had more to say about the matrimonial event, but nothing interesting to anyone outside of my immediate family (things such as, getting ready, walking down the aisle, blah, blah, blah.)
Marriage to me is an amazing phenomenon. How can you possibly know how you will feel about someone in 20 years or even 5 years? I don't know about you, but it gives me the willies. Of course, I'd like to get married, someday. So hopefully I'll get over the willies before that day comes. Meanwhile I have to endure questions and commentary in parental settings such as "we can't wait to have grandchildren" and "when are you thinking of settling down?" However, nothing beats the statement made by my nineteen year old sister. I was remarking on how I seem to get along so well with middle aged ladies and she said, "but you're almost middle-aged aren't you?" Um... for the record, I am 28. Last I checked I was nowhere near middle-aged. But just to be safe, I've decided to simply stay 28. So on my birthday, I will be turning 28. Next year on my birthday, I will be the ripe old age of 28. You get the idea.
