Reality Check
We're young, hip folks.
I mean, this is what I like to believe.
Come on! We work with youth! I teach piano to middle school girls. I teach Sunday School to high schoolers. Matt hangs out with middle schoolers and actually knows all the boys in youth group by name.
I send text messages to my friends. I chat with my peeps online (thanks, cool parents!) I write on Facebook walls.
We know more celebrity trivia than anyone out of college should ever know. We watch a LOT of movies and can keep up with most conversations about TV (though we have to smile & nod mutely occasionally, or artfully change the subject before someone calls our bluff). Matt is addicted to OUR ipod. I know all the words to High School Musical 1 & 2.
We have our fingers on the proverbial pulse.
See, now, I am proving my own point. I have used that "finger on the pulse" phrase like 3 times this week, which just may mean I'm not as young and hip as I think I am. I think young hip people say something like "she knows what's up." Or maybe it's "down."
More supporting evidence: I joined a gym this week. I am the only member who could not possibly be considered for a lead role on a Golden Girls remake. Young, hip people do not work out with me. Old people with bad hips work out with me.
And finally: I contacted a babysitter today. My instructions were to call her "on her cell." Not unusual. I've set up entire babysitting engagements by text messaging before. The difference here is that this is a sitter I have known for a really long time. Like, since she was born. Before that even... as I have very clear memories of being at her parents' wedding.
I guess it's the new circle of life. The old phase out when the new get their own cell phones.
I mean, this is what I like to believe.
Come on! We work with youth! I teach piano to middle school girls. I teach Sunday School to high schoolers. Matt hangs out with middle schoolers and actually knows all the boys in youth group by name.
I send text messages to my friends. I chat with my peeps online (thanks, cool parents!) I write on Facebook walls.
We know more celebrity trivia than anyone out of college should ever know. We watch a LOT of movies and can keep up with most conversations about TV (though we have to smile & nod mutely occasionally, or artfully change the subject before someone calls our bluff). Matt is addicted to OUR ipod. I know all the words to High School Musical 1 & 2.
We have our fingers on the proverbial pulse.
See, now, I am proving my own point. I have used that "finger on the pulse" phrase like 3 times this week, which just may mean I'm not as young and hip as I think I am. I think young hip people say something like "she knows what's up." Or maybe it's "down."
More supporting evidence: I joined a gym this week. I am the only member who could not possibly be considered for a lead role on a Golden Girls remake. Young, hip people do not work out with me. Old people with bad hips work out with me.
And finally: I contacted a babysitter today. My instructions were to call her "on her cell." Not unusual. I've set up entire babysitting engagements by text messaging before. The difference here is that this is a sitter I have known for a really long time. Like, since she was born. Before that even... as I have very clear memories of being at her parents' wedding.
I guess it's the new circle of life. The old phase out when the new get their own cell phones.
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Hip Mama
Good thing I'm so hip! Wait did I just say hip? Does anyone ever say that anymore? Well, if not - I am bringing it back baby! Cause that is the kind of HIP trendsetter I am!
Jennifer - I totally get that, too! It's a hazard of living in one place too long, when the circles start regenerating. Eden is involved in several of the same activities/places that I was when I was her age...it's just, well, oldifying.