Also (because god forbid I say more than one thing in a post), I just watched this week's GA, and liked it. That girl from Little Miss Sunshine is great. BUT I can't believe that these guys are fighting over stupid whiny inappropriate-drinking-and-whoring-around Meredith. Also, McSteamy still looks too much like the kid I used to babysit for.
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yes, he's going to fly out for the baptism which will probably be in November, I guess. Soonish. His vision's pretty bad anymore but he can hold her and snuzzle her. And he'll be very happy to know she's baptized.
I didn't know if he was up for travel. I'm sorry he won't be able to see just exactly how gorgeous Matilda is, but the rest is great to read.
What was weird was that they had been married six years before I was born (and there were no miscarriages or anything before me, they just waited).My parents had been married almost six years by the time I came along too, but there had been a miscarriage and then no conception. They weren't waiting so much on purpose.
My dad was one of four boys. Only he and one brother had any children. They each only had one girl. That girl (my cousin) was not able to conceive. I was certain I was going to have trouble, and half convinced I wouldn't be able to, at all. Um no.
My parents just seem parent age and not too old or too young.
In my grammar school class, there was one kid who had a really young mother, but I didn't think much about it until later. In retrospect, she must have been a teenager when he was born, unless she was just especially stylish or something. What did we know?
My parents were both 33 when I was born. They were among the older parents of kids in my grade, but I don't think they were the oldest. (Also, my two best friends had fairly young parents, so that may have skewed my perception.)
My parents were married 7 years before they had me(she was 30.) When I asked about the timing, my mother said it was because they finally had stable health insurance because dad was finally offered a tenure track position. She quit taking the pill and got knocked up a month later. Warm and fuzzy, huh? It makes me laugh.
They were older than my peers' parents, but the most noticable diff wasn't that, but that they were academics (we didn't live in the university part of town.) The median age of parenthood was very young in the community, in any case. 10% of the girls in my graduating class had children.
I have grocery shopped (it was Bea Gaddy day! So I shopped for other people too,) and the floors are vacuumed and mopped. There may be a target trip later. Waiting for the floors to dry, and then I'll make dinner.
My brain is all mushy. I came into work around 11 this morning and have been really cranking stuff out. Which is good because I had so much to do, I was sure I would have to come in tomorrow, too. It's amazing how much I can get done when no one is around to bug me.
I was born in 1972 when my mother was 22, her first child. Growing up, all of her friends were about her age, and all of their kids were (occasionally) my sister's and (usually) my brother's age, six years younger than me. I was always in between, too young to hang out with the grown-ups and too big to play with the other kids. I read a lot of books.
It is very strange to think that when my mother was my age (34), she was divorced, and dating, and had kids 12, 9, and 6. On the flip side, I don't think I'll have to worry about her health and caretaking for her for a long time yet - she's 56 now, and mr. flea's parents are 66, and the difference feels like a big one.
ETA: Matilda! Such a long, elegant nose!
I remember turning 22 and thinking that by that age, my grandmother already had four of her six children.
My brother's inlaws are in their 40s. My parents are in their 60s. It isn't a source of why they just don't get each other, but it acts as just another nail in the coffin of the inlaw relationship. Oy.
Bea Gaddy
Missing Baltimore a bit, just now...