tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post8302535622513665502..comments2023-09-04T11:20:08.804-05:00Comments on Life with the 'Tars: Coffee and a glass of water, please.Kylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-53861062968928342922008-08-13T19:48:00.000-05:002008-08-13T19:48:00.000-05:00Hysterical! Odd how some things just sort of "Ca...Hysterical! Odd how some things just sort of "Catch" us. I saw my early morning reflection one day and knew that I was on the far side of middle age!!PJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10630048078969557476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-82910019834763718952008-08-12T19:43:00.000-05:002008-08-12T19:43:00.000-05:00Nicely written. I hear you. I didn't even drink ...Nicely written. I hear you. I didn't even drink coffee until after I had kids. And then somehow my body realized it needed it.Woman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-44877379145458313012008-08-12T10:40:00.000-05:002008-08-12T10:40:00.000-05:00I know what you mean. And I can't remember when t...I know what you mean. And I can't remember when that moment came, but it did, it crept in one day.Magpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15460136246441367993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-71603105505506972442008-08-12T09:05:00.000-05:002008-08-12T09:05:00.000-05:00i loved this, Kyla. i was in my thirties before i...i loved this, Kyla. i was in my thirties before i started drinking coffee...and sometimes i wish i could go back to chocolate milk. but it just doesn't do it anymore. ;)<BR/><BR/>i like your canine breakfast companion.Bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14403701620708365171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-62671764305639413792008-08-11T22:14:00.000-05:002008-08-11T22:14:00.000-05:00You are such an anomaly. You are wise beyond your...You are such an anomaly. You are wise beyond your years, yet you can still pass for a teenager. :)<BR/><BR/>You sure had a handsome breakfast date. Lucky mama.~aj~https://www.blogger.com/profile/01960895390340332054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-65271529523011420412008-08-11T21:41:00.000-05:002008-08-11T21:41:00.000-05:00Canine son, daughter who flips you off and a birth...Canine son, daughter who flips you off and a birthday. I'm caught up again (was off dealing with Dad stuff last week.)<BR/><BR/>All is well again? KayTar is back to KayTar normal?dawn224https://www.blogger.com/profile/12261307900362127378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-74976243756000305752008-08-11T20:23:00.000-05:002008-08-11T20:23:00.000-05:00oh you had me at the dinner. My heart is mush. Wha...oh you had me at the dinner. My heart is mush. What a lovely date. Even if my jaw is hanging slackjawed at realising that you were married at eighteen and had two kids younger than I was when I met my husband. <BR/><BR/>Am I ever feeling old. very old. If you could cut it out with the ruminating about the oldness of twentyfive it would be much appreciated. <BR/><BR/>My husband is now laughing at me because I am so old I just asked him how old I am and was off by a year. '73. We weren't even born in the same decade kyla. how the heck did you get to be so wise?moplanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16998309937928231527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-24025114393534321742008-08-11T18:44:00.000-05:002008-08-11T18:44:00.000-05:00I know what you mean--perfectly. It hits me now an...I know what you mean--perfectly. It hits me now and again and really makes me do a double take!Aliki2006https://www.blogger.com/profile/15763865834765963343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-70436086907665843872008-08-11T17:33:00.000-05:002008-08-11T17:33:00.000-05:00i am always so taken aback when i am reminded of i...i am always so taken aback when i am reminded of it myself.Girlplustwohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07056576921114387218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-14233292214789957212008-08-11T15:50:00.000-05:002008-08-11T15:50:00.000-05:00You know that famous T S Eliot poem, "The love son...You know that famous T S Eliot poem, "The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock"? It has a line in it much like waht you're describing: "I have measured out my life in coffee spoons."<BR/><BR/>What an interesting post. God, I'm totally going through that too, only because I was a student all through my entire twenties and only grew up in my 30s, it's all hitting me RIGHT NOW.<BR/><BR/>Look! We're peers!Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812707312289852258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-78415661447619025122008-08-11T14:55:00.000-05:002008-08-11T14:55:00.000-05:00you crack me up. I feel the same way...I never rea...you crack me up. I feel the same way...I never realize I am an adult until I sit back and view myself as an outsider. Although, I still can't drink a plain ole' cup'a joe. You really ARE old. Just kiddin'! I have a good couple years on you! ;)shereehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16904593196654715011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-79839138124445588462008-08-11T13:10:00.000-05:002008-08-11T13:10:00.000-05:00Ah, I know how you feel. My grown-up identity is a...Ah, I know how you feel. My grown-up identity is almost full-time now, which makes me feel a bit woozy to even think about.Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-50201269024451391662008-08-11T13:08:00.000-05:002008-08-11T13:08:00.000-05:00Oh, I'm still 17 in my head...Oh, I'm still 17 in my head...Amy Urquharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17011605158544190413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-37307722104064030812008-08-11T13:01:00.000-05:002008-08-11T13:01:00.000-05:00Those moments are so weird, arent' they? I STILL h...Those moments are so weird, arent' they? I STILL have those moments, at a decade older than you. Seriously, I've owned homes and had my own pets for 13 years, been married for 11, been a professional for 9 years, and been a parent for 4 years, and it still hits me now and then. <I>Woah, I'm an adult!</I>kittenpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-68112412110013921422008-08-11T12:59:00.000-05:002008-08-11T12:59:00.000-05:00I know what you mean! Although I've drunk caffein...I know what you mean! Although I've drunk caffeinated beverages for a while now, it's usually half chocolate or half milk. Only recently have I started actually ordering coffee-coffee (much cheaper..). And I feel like my mom.Run ANChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06088821030860597465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-89069255950362819252008-08-11T12:46:00.000-05:002008-08-11T12:46:00.000-05:00I don't remember when my grown up moment was, but ...I don't remember when my grown up moment was, but I remember hating it. I don't *feel* like a grown up ~ why should I have to be one? But alas, here we are.Amy Yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06303953793008491241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-76904861145163099802008-08-11T11:44:00.000-05:002008-08-11T11:44:00.000-05:00Gosh if ordering coffee at breakfast makes you a g...Gosh if ordering coffee at breakfast makes you a grown up then I was a grown up a loooooooong time ago. Way before kids that's for sure. We barely get out for breakfast too(mostly because Todd sleeps in too late) but I think that is my favourite meal to eat out.Junie's Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02227880461501446699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-10239740065224314292008-08-11T11:24:00.000-05:002008-08-11T11:24:00.000-05:00Yeah, those moments are weird. They keep getting m...Yeah, those moments are weird. They keep getting more and more frequent until they're pretty much constant.<BR/><BR/>I keep wanting to write a post about when I was 25 but I can't remember!cinnamon gurlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05363288586285868779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-18371279777411196652008-08-11T10:52:00.000-05:002008-08-11T10:52:00.000-05:00I totally get this. I'm way past having had that e...I totally get this. I'm way past having had that experience, but I know I had a moment, a "holy shit!" moment that is. I love that you and Bubtar are having breakfast together in a diner, wish E-boy and I could join you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-12380800130168932232008-08-11T10:44:00.000-05:002008-08-11T10:44:00.000-05:00it's funny, isn't it, the things that strike usit's funny, isn't it, the things that strike uspainted maypolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06446625015003854710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-18886706423214723062008-08-11T03:58:00.000-05:002008-08-11T03:58:00.000-05:00Meanwhile, at almost 27, I am still very much a ki...Meanwhile, at almost 27, I am still very much a kid--my room is a mess, I'm STILL in school, and if it weren't for last-minute productivity surges I'd never get anything done!<BR/><BR/>So, uh, different strokes. ^_^Corinnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01200830011316788522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-60681811112512948422008-08-11T01:01:00.000-05:002008-08-11T01:01:00.000-05:00It is amazing to me, my love. You are so remarkabl...It is amazing to me, my love. You are so remarkably grown up and so incredibly graceful in being so.flutterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11828689769747130419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-68290677172385754202008-08-10T22:37:00.000-05:002008-08-10T22:37:00.000-05:00I love breakfast out.eggs, bacon, no toast. but ho...I love breakfast out.<BR/><BR/>eggs, bacon, no toast. but homefries.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Tell Bubtar that next time I am ordering a shake. screw the coffee.crazymummahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04663148723513574331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-17967198630031244632008-08-10T22:25:00.000-05:002008-08-10T22:25:00.000-05:00yikes. I am a little too familiar with that "wait...yikes. I am a little too familiar with that "wait, I'm the grown-up" feeling. I was 25 when I had my first baby, and I remember passing a lot of those milestones that year.Chrissyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10149130500687247127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33281653.post-24046209528964004062008-08-10T22:20:00.000-05:002008-08-10T22:20:00.000-05:0025 is apparently the age when you grow up...you ca...25 is apparently the age when you grow up...you can rent cars easier and finally can drink coffee in restaurants. <BR/><BR/>And I know this post is about your coffee and feeling like a real grown up...but I'm still thinking about your omelette. :)Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06236801550420049457noreply@blogger.com