Thank you all for the participation (except rusty and mom, who I think probably doesn't realize what the blog is and thought our email correspondense was it. Mom is techno-slow), but in response to ryan's post, isn't it crazy how old everyone is? I'm 22!! There is a girl from my graduating class who has a kid in 2nd grade. Obviously this isn't a pleasent example like ryan's but it makes me feel old none the less.
7 comments:
O-L-D... Got it... after 10 minutes... i'm dumb
-karl
i wondered if that was too off the wall.
i just wanted to add that old people like me write stuff about our kids because that is the most important thing in our life, not because we are looking for some sort of compliment on our children or whatever. sometimes i guess i feel self consious about being one dimensional. the point of me saying that is becuase i don't want anyone to feel like that have to throw an "aw cute" in there. does that make any sense? anyway.
-ryan
Ryan. I think your post is great. No need to feel self-conscience about it. It's a blog. It's meant to be a place where you 'journal' and let the world hear what you're thinking.
And I know exactly what you're talking about. I remember when I was eight and we moved. I remember those emotions and how 'old' and 'mature' I thought I already was. Eight was so old. To think little Ashley is feeling those same sort of feelings - the feelings that you once thought were so grown-up is a crazy realization. She's a real person. And honestly, it's awesome.
I love you. Keep blogging.
-M
Margie
yeah we get what your saying ryan. Keep up the good work. You guys are awesome and i'm enjoying the blogging experience... and get casey on here too!!
-karl
Hey Gramps, didja loose your teeth again?
-Rusty
I'm here! I get it. I love hearing all your comments. Someday I would love to hear each one of you give me your perspective of your childhood. I am so obtuse sometimes that I never could even imagine what you would have been thinking about as young children.
You are amazing!
Claudia
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