Luckily I pay all of my student loans online, although only one lender does paperless billing. the bulk of my loans sit with a company that still insists on sending me a paper bill each month that ends up clogging up my tiny mailbox. Hello. How are my Netflix rentals supposed to fit in the narrow box if you keep sending me paper bills?

And "bull honkey" was never a part of my lexicon, but I can see adding it after the school year ends. I'm sorry but the second word would be interpreted as a racially charged word by my students. Just like they interpreted my saying, "Read between the lines," when I was talking about a story last week in a bad way. Can someone please release me from this ring of hell?

Finally, why do you think that I have been trying to refuse to believe that I am an adult? If you had any doubt, it's because being an adult totally bites.

netflix! blockbuster represents all that is evil!

don't remind me:( i'm becoming an adult in two months booooo to graduating college

Oh I'm with you on this and I can fill you in on the added stress of a real estate purchase. Being a single gal. Two teenagers. Dogs. Cats. Oh yes I can.

Solution: stay in school forever.

I attended my youngest brother's high school graduation last weekend and I realized that I am old! This growing up business is for the birds. I informed my parentals that I would be moving home soon and would expect hot meals, laundry service, and an allowance. They laughed in my face and then talked about their plans for the fall. I want my Barbie dolls...

I have no idea what you're talking about because I swear I am still 12 years old. A freaky mortgage-having, fancy shoe wearing, greying 12 year old.

The best thing I can say about adulthood, now that I've been one for 26 (!) years, is the booze-buying ability. And voting. Combining the two...priceless.

Drowning over here as well. Just wait until a parental estate is involved--you want to talk about growing up. Yuck. Nothing says "grown up" like discussing with a lawyer the disposal of assorted antiques and property belonging to the deceased.

Wow, I just realized how morbid and depressing that sounded! Truth is, adulthood IS a lot of work, and most of it isn't fun. I counter it with equal (to more than equal) doses of horseback riding, painting, knitting, sewing, playing with cats, reading blogs, and other fun things that remind me why I am glad to be alive. When it all gets to be too much, I read inspirational books such as Joe Vitale's "The Attractor Factor". (You thought I was gonna say something else, right?) For me, inspiration is anything that helps me figure out how to live this adult life better. I also eat plenty of chocolate. ;-)

Sorry dude. I went and tagged you for a meme. Please ignore it if you wish.

Well, some parts of adulthood bite. And some suck. (Such a vivid image!) But other parts are really great! As a mom, I have to say that I can see more clearly the parts of childhood that were not so hot, too. Like, say, potty training. And starting a new school.

I like being able to stay up late when I want, knitting and watching a movie. From Netflix. Really, they're much better.