I love working on a college campus.
But let me tell you, nothing makes you feel more old than surrounding yourself with a bunch of college students.
The other day, during an event I told one student worker to turn on some music.
So, naturally she turned on some music that was barely audible amidst the loud base sounds, and pretty sure I heard something about slapping that hoe.
Not exactly what I had in mind.
I immediately turned around and said "Turn that trash off."
It was like I turned 90 right then and there.
And I say 90 because neither my parents, nor grandparents are 90 and I'm sure they have never uttered "turn that trash off" it was like I skipped several generations in one fail swoop.
I like to be around the college kids, it helps me better understand my youngest sister who is almost 18, which makes me cry when I think of how fast she has grown.
And almost every time I'm with her I want to tell her I remember the day she was born, but then I remember that makes me sound NINETY so I try to refrain.
I try to say things like, "isn't that Justin Bieber just so adorable?" trying to fit in with the younger generation but instead I come across looking worse than ever.
Speaking of my sister I was so happy because yesterday Luke and I ventured up to north OK to spend a little bit of quality time with my family and his family.
But not together, because while everybody gets along it stresses me out waaaaay too much for our families to get together more than once a quarter.
Its like putting a group of people who are the complete opposite in every. single. way. and saying, here, you barely know each other, you didn't choose to be family, but now you are, so now you must become BFF for the sake of your children.
So anyways Luke and I were on the highway and he mentioned that we hadn't been home (home=where our parents live) since Christmas.
I was in shock! That seems like forever ago.
Then I remembered that we bought a little something called a home and every since then we have been pulled down into this huge black vortex known as, house projects, house cleaning, wood floors, yard work, tree work, decorations, crying because I don't know how to decorate, buying furniture, crying because I don't know what to do with the furniture, etc etc etc.
It's like every single thing in my life that mattered took a backseat to this house.
So dear friends, if you are thinking hm.. MeganTree hasn't commented on my blog lately, just remember it's not you, it's me.
And the fact that I have posts in my google reader dating back to March and I REFUSE to click "mark all as read".
And I realize this post may not make much sense, I'm not even sure where I was going with it.
Other than to say, I'm young but have an old soul, I cry thinking about my baby sister graduating, family get togethers stress me out, I'm trying to read all of your posts, and I don't want to listen to a song about somebody slapping that hoe.