What the hell? March 27, 2007 ~ 11:46 am
Posted by Julie in : Fambly , trackbackAs I mentioned in one of those short things I was passing off as posts, my Uncle Norm had a birthday yesterday. I have never been able to keep the ages of my uncles and aunts straight, so I called my mom and asked how old he was turning. She thought a minute and said “49. He was born in 1958.” I was officially gobsmacked. Wait, what? Back that truck up…he’s only 49? Why did I think he was so much older than that? That means he’s younger than Rick. Younger than my friend Eugene. Only a year older than my friend Tony. I don’t consider any of them old.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that I was born when Norm was at college, but until yesterday, I always thought of him as older than he was. I guess that’s because I’ve known him since I was tiny, so he’s always seemed older than he actually is. He was left in charge of us when we were kids, maybe that’s why my perspective is skewed. Although that time he fed us all chocolate frosted toast for breakfast when we were little suddenly makes sense. As does the time when we were in London and he completely forgot kids need to eat on a schedule and so I didn’t get lunch until 4 one afternoon. Let’s see, I was 11, that means he was 30. Yep, that explains it. How many times have I said that I can’t remember to feed myself, let alone a kid?
Genetics: explaining our red hair, our mutual love of history, our complete lack of common sense when it comes to food and children, and our finding stupid pet tricks and fart noises completely hillarious…
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You mean there are people who don’t find stupid pet tricks and fart noises completely hilarious? BASTARDS!
That’s funny. Although I think I would have loved an uncle that fed me chocolate frosted toast for breakfast. I have always strived to be that type of Aunt for my nephews and neice.
What’s all this talk of “old”?????
Hey- Great year to be born…Er…Oopppsss
Old? NO FLIPPIN” WAY G/F!
So does that make him young or you old?
I love that whole age/perspective/relativity thing. When I was 19, I TOTALLY FREAKED OUT when I discovered that a guy I had slept with was only 17, yet my husband is 6 years younger than me. And now, that’s nothing. (And just so no one tries to have me prosecuted, I think the age of consent in North Carolina at the time was probably somewhat below 17.)
Gee Julie, your Uncle Norm and I are the same age…until I turn 50 in December. I like his whole frosting on toast thing, tho’ I’d pick vanilla frosting for sure.
Oh yeah, perspective. It comes in handy sometimes, like everyone assumes that because I’m a WV mountain girl that I had Nate when I was 15 or 16 instead of 25. Heh.
My best to Rick. I’ve been thinking of you guys.