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I Used to Be Cool Like That – Then I Needed Groceries

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Last weekend, I had a “moment” – one of those times when you are standing somewhere random, like say in this case, the grocery store, and you all of a sudden wonder how the heck you got there.  I don’t mean physically, because of course I drove there in my not-so-cool-but-can-still-peel-out-in soccer mom van.  But rather, “got there” in the metaphysical sense.

You see, at the moment of my epiphany, I was pushing my huge, over -flowing cart around the grocery store…on a Saturday(wait it gets worse)…on a Saturday night… thinking nothing of it until that very moment.

It suddenly dawned on me, how and when exactly did this happen?  I mean really, I think there was a time when my life was way cooler than that!  A time when I would not have been caught dead in the grocery store with a full cart of groceries, on a Saturday night! There was a time when I actually did stuff on Saturday night.

Back in the day on a Saturday night, I actually saw movies in a movie theater – you know, with a big screen, other people, and without animation or battling robots.

If I was awake when the sun came up it was because I never went to sleep.

I wore mini-skirts with abandon and leggings as pants (not necessarily together) and played beach volleyball on the weekend (not in the mini-skirt or leggings…usually) after those late Saturday nights.

I drove a car with a turbo engine (that is, until it caught fire and burned up, which wasn’t so cool).

I had red leather pants, and wore them…with a matching red jacket. (picture it, I dare you).

I did photo shoots like this…

That there is some awesome big hair!

That there is some awesome big hair!
Mystery City: Rod Boyum, Brad Wilson, Paula Benedetti (Danner), John Pagano, Paul Franks

And then rocked out on the Sunset Strip.

Mystery City at Gazzarris, Sunset strip, Los Angeles.Paula Benedetti (Danner) and Brad Wilson

Mystery City at Gazzarris, Sunset strip, Los Angeles.
Paula Benedetti (Danner) and Brad Wilson

All the way home in the car I thought about this life change and how it seemed to happen overnight – even though it has been way, way, way longer (did I mention, way longer)

When I arrived home, the first thing I noticed was that while I was gone, my husband had moved his car so I could have the best spot in the driveway.

Then, my dog ran out into the freezing cold and onto the snow covered ground to enthusiastically welcome me home (the cat at least came to the window to observe, I am sure she was happy to see me… I buy the treats).

Inside, Pre-teen gave me a huge hug hello as if I had been gone 24 hours instead of just 3.

Kids and husband brought in all the groceries and while I was putting them away, Teen informed me a movie we wanted to watch together was coming on pay-per-view in 25 minutes.

Teen made the popcorn for everyone and helped me quickly finish putting away the groceries so we could all watch the movie.

So I am thinking, maybe I am still just a little bit cool like that.  At least they seem to think so.  And probably, hopefully, most definitely, theirs is the only opinion that matters.

And anyway, I think I could still rock out,  wearing mini-skirt or leggings, while playing beach volleyball…

That is, if I really wanted to.

Related post:  Fear of Full Disclosure

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Fear of Full Disclosure

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“How Much Should I Tell My Kids About My Wild Youth?”

My latest article on ParentSociety.com  is out.  Want a little sample?

I know the day is coming, soon.  I know as sure as Lindsay Lohan will end up in court again, the day is coming when my fear of full disclosure will be realized.  The day when I get asked personal questions by my curious teenage boys that I, on the one hand do not want to lie about, but at the same time do not want to fully disclose either.  And, in the interest of proper parenting – I mean, you have start some time, right –  I must know how to handle the moment and I need help!

Let me explain. Getting married and becoming a first time Mom in my 30’s meant two things…

All choices have consequences.  Go here to find out why my choices may mean looking as old (and just as hairy) as Dumbledore.

“How Much Should I Tell My Kids About My Wild Youth?