Glennalicious

I wish I was still able to poop my pants 'n' have someone change it for me, but noooo, 17 is just too old to not be able to change my own pants.

Pfeh...

All that happened to me. And, well, it's life. I don't wish that I hadn't had those experiences, but I can tell you straight off that you don't notice anything special about them until they're in the distant past. And then you want to enjoy them, but they're gone.

Youth is youth. It's wasted on the young for a reason.

Ah, the ever-present "Could I have been anyone other than me?" dilemma. Speculation, my dear G, is a fool's game.

Speaking of fools, drinks on Friday night? Rex and I will be out and about. We'd love some company.

We don't have much say in our childhood, but we do have a great deal of say about our adulthood, more than we'd like to acknowledge. You weren't born in New York, but you're there now, and that's what is important! (Keeping in the theme of the post...I wish I had a hot math teacher like you!)

Well, for one thing, growing up with all of those sights and sounds may have made you immune to them. Would you have appreciated them the same? Who knows.

Our little JD is not talking yet (he's 5 months old), but if we keep in touch you can feel free to ask him in the future how he feels about growing up in Manhattan. I hope he won't say he hates having a tiny bedroom and being the only white Jewish kid in his school! (Of course, we may move him into the bigger bedroom which is currently our office/guest room, and I don't know what school or program he'll be in, but those are 2 potential downsides I see.) He does, however, sleep peacefully on the subway, though usually in a wrap /carrier thingie, not a stroller.

I grew up in a suburb, hubby in a small university town, and we've chosen to make our adult home here. Maybe JD will wind up longing for a yard and driveway and wind up in the sort of place that his mommy and daddy left. Who knows!

All I can say is that I'm trying to reach the point where I'm not blaming myself for not being that fortunate person.

I was trying to get you to come and have free drinks at my office holiday party (near where you were). oh well...

How ever it happened, you're perfect!

Merry Christmas, G...

And...Be well...!

I am so grateful that I had a backyard and a park across the street (you know, with GRASS) and I could ride my bike around the quiet, clean, safe streets of my neighborhood. I am so grateful that I didn't grow up with parents who treated me like this year's must-have accessory to show off to other yuppies in line at Magnolia Bakery.

the only thing i wish is that i could suck my own cock so i don't have to have a boyfriend.

I had to comment on this though it's late.

OMG - your post totally describes me, including the driving handicap and not seeing the stars till I was 10 years old!

I hear you, loud and clear. But just think: If you had grown up in the city, you might not appreciate its beauty the way you do now.