During the past few months, I have come to terms with the fact that I have the soul of an eighty-year-old woman. Or that I am, in fact, and eighty-year-old woman in a twenty-five-year-old's body. Don't believe me? Here are a few examples, my friends.
1. I drive like an old woman. I have since the day I got my driver's license. Driving over the speed limit? Never. Avoiding freeways and busy streets at all costs, even if I'm going out of my way? Check. Police officers swerving around me in anger so they don't have to drive behind me anymore? Oh, yeah.
2. I did not learn to text until I was about twenty-two. A friend of mine from college had to sit down and teach me how to do it. I type all of my text messages like I type an English paper: correct grammar, punctuation, and capitalization. I can't help myself.
3. I have been dying for a pressure canner for a few years now, and Andrew finally caved in and bought me one for Christmas. I literally jumped up and down when I opened it! I canned my first batch of applesauce today. I don't think other young people aspire to such things.
Which leads me to my newest hobby: knitting. I just discovered it a month or two ago and picked it up again today and felt I needed to blog about it! I love knitting. It's crafty, but not too involved. I can do it while watching TV and it doesn't take up too much space. Don't get me wrong, I am still in the very beginning stages and haven't made a "real" project yet. As soon as I am brave enough, I am going to get some real yarn and knit something...real. I was talking to Andrew awhile back about knitting and he said, "Are you sure you like knitting? It just seems like an old lady thing to do." And what is the problem with that? It appears he has no idea who he married.