13 Going on 30

As I was driving today, I stumbled upon a question...am I 13 Going on 30? Am I a woman, a girl, or a strange mix of a woman-child? I have recently become obsessed with the Twilight Saga, a series of books intended for teenagers. Pink and purple are two of my favorite colors, and if I could put hearts over my i's at work, I would. When I stood in line for 3 hours to vote last month, I noticed that I was dressed the same as the 18 year old girl standing in line in front of me. We both had on a fleece jacket, jeans, and Uggs tucked into our jeans. We also like the same TV shows and shop at the same stores. I love it when my coworkers' teenage daughters come into the office because we can chat about fashion, the latest song, and what happened last week on Gossip Girl. Did I miss the bridge to adulthood, or am I just stuck in a carefree time of my life refusing to grow up?

Truth be told I don't really like being an adult. I would rather spend my hard-earned money on clothes, books, food, and other assorted items that are not necessities. I like staying up late and sleeping in. I like giggling, singing and dancing in public places, and eating candy/dessert as a meal. For Thanksgiving dinner I had pizza and a cupcake. I did have wine, my one adult behavior. I became a professional drinker in high school and have retained the title ever since then. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I was very mature when I was younger. I always had older friends and had extremely specific career goals all throughout high school and college. I suppose the older I get, the more I see that I don't like. I don't like to pay bills, I don't like having a full-time office job, and I certainly don't like to sit still and be quiet. I do like having no one watching my every move and being able to eat cupcakes for supper. So, perhaps I have the best of both worlds...I can be a responsible adult when I need to and still skip through life with my arms stretched out and a smile on my face. For now, I love being 13 going on 30.

Lions, and Tigers, and Bears...OH MY!!!

Lions, and tigers, and bears, OH MY!!! I have pondered this topic for some time now and have finally decided to write about it. Why do people have mounds of stuffed animals in the back window of their car? I see this all day long as I drive around town. Civics with a tough looking driver piled high with cheetahs, leopards, and bears. Acuras with spinning rims stuffed to the brim with bears, elephants, and giraffes. Why is this? Are the animals protecting you? Do you collect stuffed animals? If so, why not keep them at home? At first, I thought maybe these were for kids to play with. WRONG...no kids in site. These animals are clearly being held hostage in adult's cars. Like I said these are people who look menacing; yet, their back windows are filled with an assortment of lions, and tigers, and bears...OH MY!!! Perhaps, having a collection of stuffed animals displayed in the back of your car is some sort of status symbol. The more you have, the tougher you are. I am curious as to how people see out of their car when there are so many animals piled in the back window...this could account for the number of accidents along Atlanta roads every day. I thought this was possibly just an Atlanta thing, but I saw this quite frequently when I lived in Charleston. I just want to know why.