Thursday, July 14, 2005


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Here I am with Matt-A and Kathy, my first visitors in Tallahassee.

40's Coming Down the Pike

I'm barely getting over the fact that I turned 35 this past May so you can imagine my shock when my school friend Annette suggested last weekend that we plan a trip to Italy in celebration of our 40th birthdays.

Let me take you back a couple of years. I was on a sales mission with some members of the tourism industry up in Toronto. At midnight, the "young kids" (some mid-twenty-somethings) invited me to go dancing with them. I looked (and felt) like a slob but went any way. (I know they really wanted a DD).

The drinking age in Canada is 19 - it was 19 when I was 19 and there were many times when friends and I crossed the border for some adult beverages. I digress...

We found a club in downtown Toronto, paid our $10 US to park, coat checked our outer wear and I have never felt so old in my life. Here I was, 33 years old surrounded by barely 19 year olds. But, I decided to dance with my friends. After being on the dance floor for about 15 minutes, I hear some "kid" yell, "oh my god! There's a 40-year-old on the floor!" Imagine my horror that my insecurities were realized. Fight and flight mode kicked in and I replied, "oh, my dear, you're too kind. I'm actually 50."

And so Annette wants to go to Italy in 2008. It's a place I really haven't considered, but Pompeii is there, it would be cool to have a viewing with the Pope and MAYBE I'll get a chance to utilize my three years of Latin. Let the planning begin!

Thoughts for a Thursday

Ugh! I feel so bloated! I think last weekend's binge of eating has caught up with me. In 3 days, I think I've regained the 40 pounds I've lost over the past few years. Physical activity is on this weekend's agenda.

Received an email from my mom, she's concerned she and my family are included as the "innocent" I mentioned in my previous post. Sorry, you and Dad aren't, but give me some time. She also wrote that my grandma one-upped me on my Buffalo Airport experience. She and my mom had to evacuate the building in order for bomb sniffing dogs could investigate a suspicious package. When all was clear, everyone lost their line in security and it was more of a nightmare than Monday's line. Alas, Grandma made it back to Florida.

Had my first official overnight visitors yesterday. My friend Kathy and her husband Matt were passing through on their way home from a visit to Denver. It was good to see the two of them. As always, the visit was too short.

I saw a car mechanic riding his bike yesterday morning. Is it a bad sign when the car mechanic rides a bike? I can only imagine that his car wouldn't start for his morning shift and he had to peddle it to work.

One more day for both Charlie & the Chocolate Factory and Harry Potter!