What's wrong with waking up every day, looking at the clock, and either turning on Nickelodeon or ABC Family, depending on the time? If it is 6:00-6:59am, I am turning on NIK because "Full House" is on. If it is 7:00-7:59am, I am turning on ABC Family because "Boy Meets World" is on. If it is 8:00am or after, I start realizing I am not twelve anymore and I flip to something like Good Morning America or The Today Show (honestly, in hopes of some tween actor/actress or Taylor Swift-like performance coming on in the next hour).
I also defend the following actions: Getting dressed to go somewhere with "Full House" on in the background (it comes on again at 2:00pm and 2:30pm on ABC Family, for those of you who are unaware) and saying the words of the episode along with the characters. "Ice cream man! Ice cream man! Wait for me! I got money! Gimme back my money you pig!" "Alright a nickel! Alright a Cheeto!" "Baby Baloooooooga." I think it is okay to do this. It proves a very important thing to me. As I have chronologically aged, my memory has yet to fail me. If I can remember the script to many episodes of my childhood favorites from TGIF (that's right, I went there ... TGIF), I, obviously, am still sitting pretty in the land of what they claim is the first thing to go. Really, I watch "Full House" four times a day and "Boy Meets World" two times a day for reaffirmation. That's it. Entertainment shmentertainment. I just want to show myself that I am not on the Ellis Grey track to early onset Alzheimer's and that if anyone ever asked me in pop quiz fashion what Jesse and Becky's wedding song was, I could spit out "'Forever' and 'Jail House Rock' as a medley!" without hesitation.
I'll throw myself under the bus on this one ... Yes, I watched the "Hannah Montana Forever" one hour series finale. Yes, I cried during the montage of Hannah's/Miley's early years in her/their life of lies. Yes, I am going to miss the show and am sad that there will never be a new episode on Sunday night again. I did see Hannah's 3D concert at the movie theatre and I would do it again if it came back out. I'm not ashamed ... but I will still say "I took my brother" to make myself feel a little less like a teeny bopper and a little more like a selfless adult.
In summary, "The Baby Sitters Club" (BSC - in children blocks - for those who are really cool) is still a series I would pick up and read today. I am curious to know what Kristy's latest great idea is. "Saved By The Bell" will always be a conversation piece. And, yes, I care that Demi Lovato is in treatment for going psychotic after Joe Jonas dumped her. I'm comfortable with this ... And it makes me a viable chat partner for my ten and eleven year old buddies.
See you all at the NKOTBSB tour! What are the chances Jesse and the Rippers will open for them?
"We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?" - Grey's Anatomy
Let's be honest, kids. I'm bored. This is the first time in my life I haven't found some cheap form of entertainment to get me through the days that all seem to run together. When I graduated from college, I was wrapped up in my alternate world where I made friends on message boards and spent my life working for someone else's career (double ewe tee eff was I thinking?). At least it was something to do! This is the first time I have been plain bored. So, I, once again, shall submerge myself into this alternate universe where I can make faceless friends. Maybe you can be my first!
Onward.
The name of this blog is "30 Going On 13" because I think as I get older, I get younger. What I mean by that is that as the years tick on and as I should be maturing in life and moving forward, I seem to be regressing. I have a college degree. I have a law degree. I have Bar membership in the State of Florida. Yet, I am fairly certain, mentally, I am approximately twelve. I blame this in large part on my eleven year old brother. I always chalked my immaturity up to trying to be a sister to him, rather than a parent, but let's be real -- I'm thirty. Calling a sixth grader a dork and fighting with him because he's having a 'tude is really not what a thirty year old should be doing. However, I don't intend to stop. I simply just want to call attention to my recognition and acceptance of these actions that are not akin with the normal behavior of someone my age. For the sake of other examples, I have several Facebook "friends" who are eleven and under (and a few older siblings of these tots who are approximately thirteen). And not only are these kids my friends on Facebook, but they IM me, they post on my walls, I comment on their statuses, and I tag them in my own statuses. That's right. They are my friends (sans quotes). What is wrong with this picture?
Recently, my brother's travel baseball team went to a national tournament in St. Augustine and I had more fun with the kids than the parents. I sat with the parents in the bar the first night there, but was more interested in the game of tag the kids were playing on every floor of the hotel. I kind of wanted to play too, but I thought that would be a tad much. At breakfast, I sat with the kids and one of the parents told me it was okay to come sit with the adults because I am one. I was like "oh yeah .. I am, aren't I?" I don't know if I forget sometimes or if I am in the most extreme state of denial there is, but the kids are fun! I like them! In my own defense, the kids like me back and come to me when they want to have an adult around who isn't an adult (such as to shoot pool when they needed adult supervision).
Alright, enough examples. I am making myself sound a little bit like a predator you would see sipping iced tea on MSNBC, freaking out when Chris Hansen walks through the door. That is not the case. I just wanted to pave the path of where this blog is going -- supposing I actually keep up with it and don't slack off once something comes forth in my three dimensional life. Thanks for reading. Tell a friend. Why not get an audience going? It might make this more interesting ... and besides, I know I'm not the only thirty year old out there who vicariously lives life through a kid to some extent.
Until next time, Jen
Oh, and hug a veteran today.
"Denial. It's not just a river in Egypt. It's a frickin' ocean." - Grey's Anatomy
