Yeah, I'm listening to Kid Rock. Maybe I'm trying to hang on to my youth. Yup, I'm definitely trying to hang on to my youth. I've read many disturbing posts tonight, my mom's included. I'm going to spend tonight in my 20's. My parents are invincible, and nothing bad can happen.
Mom was NOT dumped on her arse by an arrogant Arabian horse, causing permanent bruises. Dad did NOT almost die, needing immediate open-heart surgery. Kevin did NOT get diagnosed with fibromyalgia. Natalie did NOT break her elbow in 4 places, causing "gun stock deformity."
Monica didn't need glasses before her third birthday. Brett did NOT get a job and blow off school. My wonderful brother-in-law did NOT die fighting a fire. Life is good, my babies are young, and my parents are invincible.
I'm newly married and life is good. Mom's not sure what to make of Kevin, but he'll win them over. Grammy isn't sure what to make of me, but I'll win her over. Life is good. Kid Rock is singing some nonsense, and it's fine. I'm in my 20's and nothing is wrong. Yeah, let's go back there, shall we?
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Hey...if we're in our 20's then I need to go get some quarters so I can go play pinball in some gay bar and not talk to anybody and make the doorman think I'm a hustler. Then I need to get really drunk and do gay things with some random guy. Then I need to end up in a mental ward for a few months. So much to do!!!
Youth is nice and all. But I'll take survival and some clarity over it anyday.
I'll be 41 next month. Don't EVEN tell me you're feeling old! Grrrr
Russ
(smooch)
Ah the 20's....I had a little ski boat, was on a volleyball team, had a cute boyfriend (did NOT marry him), my parents were invincible, I liked my job, and life was innocent, and good.
Sure, I'll go back. Just for awhile though, 'cause I'd never want to relive some of the stuff I've lived through the last two decades.
No way....
Pam
I would not repeat my 20s for anything. I think they came close to being the worse years of my life. Besides if you repeat them you have to live through all the other stuff again.
Let's not repeat our twenties. EVER. Reason being, I'm not even out of mine yet, but they suck so bad I would never want to relive them. The first part was during an abusive marriage. Don't wanna go back there. The middle part Dad was sick. He died in January. Definitely don't ever wanna go through that again. Now the last part of my twenties is going to be dedicated to figuring out how to go on without having Daddy to turn to for help or advice, or just to tell him about my day and listen to how his has been. Yeah.....I don't think I ever wanna repeat these years. Maybe my thirties will be better. lol
~StephanieThis is SOOOO important. I know this first hand. When Dad died in January, he was only 52. He did not have a will. My brother and sister fought me about so much that I finally just took a few small momentos filled with sentimental value, (A coffee thermos that had been my Dad's, and my grandfather's , one of my Dad's bibles, and a few small things I had bought for him as a child.) The car, Dad's half of the house,(mom and Dad divorced in November, and the house is supposed to go on the market in 2 years when my brother turns 18.) Dad's guns, and tools.......everything of any real financial value was left for my brother and sister to fight over. In the end I know that they will stick me with all of Dad's bills too, and that's fine, but it all could have been avoided if he'd just had a will. Think about your loved ones, and MAKE A WILL TODAY!
~Stephanie~
http://journals.aol.com/therealstephhull/home-in-the-heartland/
By the way, I found you through your mom's journal. Been reading her's for a while, but today is my first visit to yours.
Nice entry. I think I will go back there to my 20's too. Bryan Adams though....not Kid Rock.
LOL.
Sonya
I am going with you hon.....
love ya,
carlene
My best decade, as I've said many times, was from 40 to 50. Well, not counting age 2 through 12. LOL. My twenties weren't bad though; I had babies to rock, toddlers to laugh at. But I couldn't go for horseback rides and motorcycle rides often, because who would watch the kids?
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