Blog REVAMPED!

For my two fans out there, this blog has now changed from C&J's lunch time ramblings, to the "talk about whatever the F I want" blog. I have changed the name of it because it represents me perfectly. I would say 12 and 18 are my two special ages that I will always be. 12 because I can still laugh at the days of prank calls, making our own band, paint brush pictures, and all the dorky stuff we did as kids, and 18 because somewhere in the back of my mind I still feel like I am going to get in trouble for drinking, cursing, or kissing boys....even though I did those things at 18 and the parents knew it. I am 30 now, and married and that alone is weird. I still feel like I am not old enough to be married, I am just an 18 year old J playing house, right? NO. It is the weirdest day when it hits you that you are old enough to do everything and anything and now even too old to do certain things. Not that I would ever audition for AI...but even if I did, how the F did I become too old for that?? When did this happen? When the gyno asked me "Are you going to want to have kids?"...my first thought was...oh my, of course not I am too young for kids!! Are you kidding me?? I am a selfish immature B who is madly in love with DVR, wine, shoe shopping, having house parties, and hanging out with friends whenever I want. But no. I am old enough, and haven't had the desire to have a child. Ever. It is totally weird to be at that age where I better hurry up and figure it out before it all dries up. My 20's were spent slowly leaving teen town. I have always felt like we are all just over grown teenagers until around 24-26ish when the drunken haze begins to lift and we meet a guy that isn't a douche bag and settle down with that guy and live in sin for a while against our parents wishes. Maybe it's true that 30 is not what it used to be. How can a teen/woman be in said drunken haze, party and kiss/sleep with too many douche bag guys and all the while, pop out a clan of babies all before 30?! Holy shit how the F is that possible?? Or maybe the 35 year old women out in the clubs these days are the moms of the 15 year olds they had way back when they were 20. Now they are 35 and living the 20's haze in reverse. So whatever....the deal is I am forced to be 30...but really I am 18. And now for Jerry's final thought....when you have a shitty 30th birthday....it is always and definitely okay to redo 30....which I intend to do for my re-30th next month. Happy times!!!

JJ