Age is just a number, yes?

My suspicions have been confirmed.  I am, infact, an old woman with the mind of a seven year old child.  

I love to hula hoop, play with bubbles, eat an entire box of Gushers, all the while never letting the RPM in my car go above the "2," couponing my little heart out, and watching/yelling at the news every evening at 5 o'clock.  I like the fashions of the 30s, 40s and 50s, and I'm convinced that eating dessert first makes you live longer.  

I have no cats as of yet, but I'm sure they'll find me eventually.  I've had several goldfish--the most recent one was named Harmu--but I have a talent for killing them all.  I love plants with a passion, but my black thumb applies there, too.  Nevertheless, I plunder on.

I'm okay with all of this.  Really, I am.  But sometimes I stop and wonder....what will I be like when I really AM an old woman?

New?!

A brand-spankin'-new blog.  It's a wonderful thing--like a brand new spiral notebook, clean and pristine.  That was always the best part of going back to school--the supplies, especially the notebooks.  You sit down at a table or desk and gently turn over the cover...and there, in all its glory, is a crisp, white, blue-lined page chock-full of possibility.  Pure magic.  Intoxicating.
But why a new blog?  Because, you see, I kept my other one for over seven years.  It's a time capsule of me at age 15 (crushing, full of silly high school drama) all the way through age 21 (still crushing, although a bit more seriously, and with more "adult" drama).  And as much as I love blogging and stalking other people's blogs, it's rather embarassing for people to scroll back through the years and read about how utterly devastated I was that, for example, I was not invited to the car demolition of a guy i liked.  Yes, a car demolition, and yes, the blog was that bad.  Time for a change.
So here it is, my new notebook--no longer pristine, but still full of possibility.