New Year's Wisdom From An Ancient One (That's me according to my kids)
I just celebrated my (mumble, mumble) birthday. No one needs to know exactly how old, right? If my daughter were here, she would squeal and make sure the whole world knew exactly how ancient I am. See, that's the thing. Every year, I grow a little older, but in my head, I still feel like that twenty-year-old college student. It's the sore muscles and achy joints that tell me differently. The defining moment of knowing the full extent of my age was when I came into my living room to see one of my daughter's examining a VCR cassette. I asked what she was doing to which she replied, "I'm trying to find the directions." So being the good mom that I am, I chose to take a seat and watch the show. I watched her trying to shove the cassette into the VCR/DVD combo. Eventually, she gained success and that's when the fun really started. She stood in front of the television and asked why it wasn't doing anything. I had ...