Embarrassing fact, the ring tone on my phone is Buckcherry's Crazy Bitch. I selected the ring tone based on the name alone and I figured that such a title suited me. Then I listened to the lyrics and meant to change it, but if I haven't mentioned it before...I'm very lazy.
An old friend of mine happened to hear my phone ring today, and burst out laughing. Their suggestion was, "yeah, at one time that was you, but now, I think you should go with Everclear's Volvo Driving Soccer Mom."
So...I thought it might be prudent to actually listen to the song, because I'll be damned if I remembered ever hearing it. I did. I have. I. Am. Old. Obviously, that was my friend's way of notifying me that my glory days are O-V-E-R.
My gray hair doesn't really bother me. The fine lines around my eyes aren't much of an issue. I'm not thrilled with my spider veins, but, after five (6 soon) kids I can accept them. What I'm having trouble with is feeling like I just got a pink slip dismissing me from having a life outside my kids. Ouch.
5 days ago