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Sunday, July 23, 2006


My 60th birthday is slowly but surely crawling up my spine!!! I don't feel sixty and I've been assured by my family and friends that I don't look sixty. Yet I can remember the first time someone called me "ma'am". Until that moment I had convinced myself that I was going to creep past this birthday as if I was never going to be! Wrong!!!! Until that moment I had always been regferred to as "girl," "hon," "sweetie," maybe even an occasional "Hey, you!" but now I was being called ma'am. Ma'am. There's no way to put a youthful spin on ma'am.

"Lady" is about as bad. The first time I heard "lady" in reference to me was just as jarring to my ego. "Hey, lady, do you know that's dog poop you just stepped in?"

I looked around. Surely he can't be talking to me, then I looked down at my feet!!!! ECH!!! I had just stepped into the mushiest, smelliest pile of poop. Which just that alone was bad, but in front of the supermarket!!!! I was travelling at hyper speed to get in and get out of the market and get back home before the afternoon traffic. When I think about it I have to laugh....not that I stepped in poop but that I live around the corner from the market and it literally takes me fifteen minutes just to get out of my subdivision, sit at the longest traffic light in history, (3 minutes) wait for a hundred cars coming from the other direction and get in the parking lot of the market. Try finding a close parking spot, not on this day. Anyway, when the young man called me lady, I looked around and I didn't know he was talking to me. But since he was looking straight at me, and since I did indeed step in the poop, I figured the title must have been intended for me.

Men don't have this problem. Addressing a teenage boy as "sir" is usually considered a compliment. You can be a sir at six as easily as at sixty. We women, however, aren't in that much of a hurry to get to the "ma'am stage," so don't rush us. I suppose it all evens out when we get into our senior years. People go back to callin us "sweetie," "hon," and "Hey, you!" again.

We might even get a few "Hey, babes" tossed in our direction. I wouldn't mind that. It would remind me that I've still got it. Now, if only I could remember what "it" is and where I put it!



Blogger aunt kim said... is so true, men do have it good in so many ways. Sorry about the 'poop' incident though it does make a funny story. As far as your birthday? You must always remember that age is only a number. We are as young as we wish to be though after this last week with my neices I feel about 100 :)

Happy Birthday to you!

10:44 PM  
Blogger ♥ joleen ♥ said...

LOL that's hilarious, grams!!

sorry about the poop, though.


9:54 PM  
Blogger *aimee* said...

Oh Grandma, you are too funny. I can totally see you looking around for ‘the lady’ who stepped in poo. Hehe. No matter how old you get, you’re still one hot mama, and if I look as good as you at 60, the world can call me what they want ‘cause I’ll definitely know I still have it. :)

2:31 AM  
Blogger Gwen said...

Believe me. I totally understand. I'm right up there with you. I think what gets my goat the most is the twenty year olds who call me "hon". The way they say it makes it clear that they think I am in an advanced stage of alzheimers and I probably don't understand what they're saying anyway. Forget wanting to look as good as you at 60. I want to look as good as you NOW! Love ya Sis

1:10 AM  
Blogger mrsskeels said...

I'm with Aunt Gwen and the "hon" part. Or how 'bout "sweetie". What the heck! I would have loke to have been a mouse in your pocket on poop day, though. We could have shared a good laugh together. I hope your birthday was the best Mom. You deserve it. I love you!!!

12:12 PM  
Blogger *aimee* said... are you doing? just stopped by to say hello. i'm thinking of you. hope all is well. i love you.

12:09 AM  

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