2016 is my 35th high school reunion. To which I won't go, and will probably not receive an invite. I would've forgotten about it if this convo hadn't prompted me to look it up.
Minor work rant, ahoy:
Seriously, boss, the day before the deadline you tell me that two of things I've been working on aren't even necessary and can wait til next week? Way to help me prioritize. Oh, and waiting until the day before deadline to tell me Important Thing #1 isn't being done in-house anymore and that's why no one from the in-house team is replying to me on it? Way to communicate, everyone, well done indeed.
Connie, regarding your older father, my twins kindergarten class had its hundredth day of school this week, and all of the kids were supposed to dress like they were 100 years old.
Done more knowingly it might have been a good teaching moment for ageism (this is an elementary school with kids from 29 countries speaking 31 native languages, so they would have not had a "dress like a Mexican" day) but it was done in all innocence.
Anyway, for many of the kids 100 seemed like an impossible age. My kids were, 'That's not so old, my dad is 61.' One of the kids had a great-grandmother younger two years older than me (the locals start early).
Oh, Daddy was an outlier on age of having kids. His two sisters were married and mothers before they hit 20. They were older than he, and at that age it was perfectly reasonable to have kids young. Daddy's parental career was interrupted by World War II, as well--except he was 22 when Pearl Harbor happened, and then he didn't get married till '53. Well, baby of the family, and if he had to find a woman his mother would approve of, I can see that taking a while.
It's also possible there were some in-between exploits you weren't told about. I didn't hear about some of my dad's pre-marriage dating adventures (including scheduling two dates for the same night and having to escape out a restroom window) until I was in my 40s and staying with him while Mom visited family for a weekend.
2019 is my fiftieth and my mother's 90th. All of my grandparents were born in the 1800's.
2019 would have also been my grandmother's 100th birthday. On NYD. Mom is 69 and I'll be 39 in July.
My Dad will be 80 in 2019. My maternal grandmother would have been 118 (a bit beyond even her family's customary longevity), and I'm not quite sure about my paternal grandmother.
I don't know when my paternal grandparents were born. Babushka liked to maintain an air of mystery.
It's probably written down somewhere.
Timelies all!
We've started introducing fruits and vegetables to the little guy's diet. Bananas were a big hit, and I can safely say that the little guy likes carrots. :)
