OOGA CHAKA
So I am now 26 and I have an amusing story to tell.
Most of the day yesterday, I was processing the fact that in four years, I'll be thirty. I'm not afraid of it or really flipping out because age is just a number, but I do think it's really surreal...like everything that's been happening in my life lately. It's surreal that I'm not just daydreaming about planning my wedding, and it's surreal to know that within probably the next 3-4 years, I'll be a mother (Kyle and I have, in fact, planned that far in advance). And it's surreal to know that I am closer to 30 than I am to 20, because up until this point, 30 was something for other people, ESPECIALLY mothers and teachers, to quote Juno. Me being 30 is just like...surreal.
Anyway.
So I've been dealing with this a bit better than the stereotypical way, largely (I think) because I know I'll have all of the traditional worries taken care of well before November 5, 2013 (aside: if the world really DOES end in December 2012, 30 will never be a worry for me at all!...but it's not going to, but it's hilarious to think about). Oddly, though, my body is not coping nearly as well.
Let me explain.
This morning, in between Kyle waking up at 8:00 and me getting up at 9:30, I had a dream. In this dream, Kyle found out that he was royalty, to be crowned king of some random country. Of course, we were both thrilled. His grandparents were there, crying, and I was crying and it was terribly happy. After the coronation, we explored our new royal digs and found that we got the most cable channels EVAR (including one channel that was 24/7 Marlon Wayans doing stupid things). We were settling down for an evening in, when all of a sudden, Kyle's major domo showed up and said (exact quote), "You'd best get that bitch (me) in pup soon. You need an heir, and if she can't give you one, you need to get rid of her."
Odd dream, but significantly less odd when you consider that when I woke up, my period had started. Yes, it's true. Allie McBeal had a dancing baby. And I have my ovaries featuring in my dreams as a major domo.
I've been giggling about it all morning.
Most of the day yesterday, I was processing the fact that in four years, I'll be thirty. I'm not afraid of it or really flipping out because age is just a number, but I do think it's really surreal...like everything that's been happening in my life lately. It's surreal that I'm not just daydreaming about planning my wedding, and it's surreal to know that within probably the next 3-4 years, I'll be a mother (Kyle and I have, in fact, planned that far in advance). And it's surreal to know that I am closer to 30 than I am to 20, because up until this point, 30 was something for other people, ESPECIALLY mothers and teachers, to quote Juno. Me being 30 is just like...surreal.
Anyway.
So I've been dealing with this a bit better than the stereotypical way, largely (I think) because I know I'll have all of the traditional worries taken care of well before November 5, 2013 (aside: if the world really DOES end in December 2012, 30 will never be a worry for me at all!...but it's not going to, but it's hilarious to think about). Oddly, though, my body is not coping nearly as well.
Let me explain.
This morning, in between Kyle waking up at 8:00 and me getting up at 9:30, I had a dream. In this dream, Kyle found out that he was royalty, to be crowned king of some random country. Of course, we were both thrilled. His grandparents were there, crying, and I was crying and it was terribly happy. After the coronation, we explored our new royal digs and found that we got the most cable channels EVAR (including one channel that was 24/7 Marlon Wayans doing stupid things). We were settling down for an evening in, when all of a sudden, Kyle's major domo showed up and said (exact quote), "You'd best get that bitch (me) in pup soon. You need an heir, and if she can't give you one, you need to get rid of her."
Odd dream, but significantly less odd when you consider that when I woke up, my period had started. Yes, it's true. Allie McBeal had a dancing baby. And I have my ovaries featuring in my dreams as a major domo.
I've been giggling about it all morning.