Thursday, June 18, 2009

Girls coming home... leaving home...


Tomorrow, my girls, Ashley and Alicia, will be coming home for younger niece Sierra's wedding on Saturday. My girls are coming home - just for a couple days. My sisters little girl is leaving.

All these girls - my two and my sister's Savannah and Sierra - have been away from home for years now -- all in college, some of them married. Both my sister Linda and I are left with only little lap dogs for our babies (and recently, my sister acquired an inquisitive peacock who according to her possibly lying husband decided on his own to leave in a day or two... do you really believe that?) but we don't have any real babies anymore.

As I got dressed for work this morning I looked at my old fat head in the steamed-up mirror and said to myself, "I will never be young again." This is still coming as a revelation to me. I will never be young again. Wonder what that even means.

My husband called the other night from work just to tell me the news that the son of friends of ours just turned 30. We were both astounded by this. Little Brian was 3 years old when David and I got married. THREE YEARS OLD! And he's 30 now! HE'S THIRTY!

No wonder I will never be young again. You can't still be young when you got married nearly 30 years ago.

And so our littlest niece will marry and my girls are already married and, no doubt, Savannah will be married before we know it and one thing's for sure: Christmas will never be the same!

When I grow old I shall wear purple?

I ain't gonna wear purple. Nobody cares if you wear purple. That's no big fa-looten deal. That's not like it's some wild thing just because you stick on some absurd stupid red hat. Purple sucks. That whole idea sucks.

When I get old I'm just gonna go around with no pants. That'll make somebody remember me. And even if they don't remember me, they'll at least say, "what was that old thing that just run by here with no pants? Did you see that?"

Nobody will believe their eyes. And it'll be me that done it! It'll be all about me-me-me!

6 comments:

Sierra said...

hahaha, i love you! you're funny...don't be sad though...mom sent me a really..what do you call it? ummm, i guess a sad email, but more like a "remembering" email and i sat in my new living room and cried! our apartment is a mess and i miss ya'll! the honeymoon was great! you should get facebook so you can see my photos....

Sierra said...

ps: love the hammock! such a neat wedding gift! i opened it first cause i couldn't wait to see what the long skinny thing was! hehe

Donna Roberts said...

That is sort of a disappointing long skinny thing, huh!?! I can think of a lot of long skinny things that might have been more exciting. One of them would have been a life-sized poster of - I don't know - a man on a hammock???

We are all sad all you girls are gone. But don't worry. You'll all be back when you're wanting someone to watch your blankety-blankety-blank kids for free so you can go somewhere for the weekend (once you have kids, we won't care if we see you, only your kid... I hope you wanna know that). Love, d.

Matthew said...

But see, we've already started asking you to watch the blankety-blankety-blankety-blank dogs so you'll be used to all the abuse by the time you're a grandmother. Just be glad you're getting smarter as the years go by; most of us only get older. -Matt

Josh and Alicia said...

No purple, hu? I guess you're going to have to wear blue. Blue jeans!

Donna Roberts said...

No. I stand by my original idea. NO PANTS! I want to be REMEMBERED! And I want to be remembered for something OTHER than a big butt in some blue jeans!