Signs I am Old (But Not That Old)

I am a blogging fool today! There are so many other things I should be doing, too. But, I had this thought when I went to Kmart, so... I am definitely old, and there are things that remind me of this every so often. For one, I am in my "mid-thirties" - not my early thirties or late twenties or anything young-sounding like that, but "mid" thirties. I still consider my thirties to be "young" but it's also the transition age in my mind. You know, they have rules about mini-skirts that involve the mid-thirties and if you get pregnant at my age it is considered a bit "geriatric" in the reproductive timeline. Beyond my age and the fact that I color my hair to conceal gray hairs and NOT just because I want funky colors running through my mane, the other signs that I have noticed lately include my reactions to boys shaggy hair (sheesh, get a haircut!), and juniors fashions like "attitude shirts." I don't want pants with a rainbow of little stars on the cuffs, and I don't want a shirt that says, "I like boys, they're stupid" on it. When I see those shirts I cannot believe that people let their children wear them! I am all for clever sayings, like the camoflauge (sp?) tank that read "You can't see me" - ha ha, good one. But I cannot stand the ones that insinuate that people should buy you everything you want, call you princess, allege that you can have your daddy's credit card, or demean others. And I think that makes me old. But I draw the line at denim shorts where the back half of the waistband is all elastic, and I will not even look at shirts with birdhouses embroidered on them. I'm not THAT old.