Well I guess I'm not a salesperson. It's a good thing I don't have to do Ryan's job. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to get some cowboy boots and a cowboy hat and pretend I'm a country fan just to go to this concert.
So I've been thinking lately that I'm old. Not because of my age, but how I act. Here are some examples:
I am kind of behind the times with technology. I only got my cell phone two years ago, and we just barely got an ipod. I am quite possibly the world's slowest texter.
I love going to the library and I love to read. If I could I would probably stay home and read most of the time. I think I'm the only person in my ward who is actually interested in having a book club.
The only magazines I subscribe to are Reader's Digest and the Ensign.
I'm scared of participating in organized team sports.
I'm cheap. But I have to say I'm not as bad as I used to be. Still, sometimes I don't want to spend money even on necessities ($9 for a pair of socks? No way!). I've only had two professional manicures and one professional pedicure, and even though I don't dislike them, I just can't spend that much on something that only looks good for one day.
Sometimes I am easily frustrated in simple situations. Not long ago I had to take the car to the carwash (which I've never done before- remember, I'm cheap) and I could not figure out where to pay, when to pay, I was supposed to get a discount on gas at the same place and I argued with the cashier that he hadn't given me enough of a discount (he had). Of course, I couldn't find anyone who spoke English but it shouldn't have been that big of a deal, right? Well I was almost in tears by the end of it and when I came home I told Ryan I'm never doing it again. And that's why I wash the car on the front lawn.
Well maybe these examples show that I'm not necessarily old, just weird. I guess that's okay. But now I'm off to my bridge group. We meet every Wednesday night and we watch Lawrence Welk while we knit orange and brown afghans.