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February 2, 2010

Am I getting old and boring? I call it maturity

Am I getting old and boring? I call it maturity

MT. OLIVE — Danielle Pelkey

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When do we go from being young and hip to being an antique?

What is that defining moment that changes the way you see yourself and how everyone else sees you?

That moment took place last weekend. We had a group of friends from church at our house for food and fun. We ate, played board games, talked, ate some more and then found ourselves a little bored by 9 p.m.

Now, between seven adults present, we had six kids there also. We were thinking of playing another game, but that sounded lame. There is no such thing as watching a movie with six kids in my little house, so that wasn’t an option.

Then the conversation moved to more interesting things to do. We started discussing the idea of “going rolling.” We threw out a few old stories of the best houses we had ever rolled with toilet paper. Some were more believable than others.

We even threw a few hints at maybe forking a yard or two. Forking is when you stand hundreds of forks up in someone’s lawn as a gag.

The problem is that it takes you as long to do it as it takes them to clean it up. When you roll a house, you throw lots of rolls of toilet paper in their trees and around their house in about 30 minutes. You don’t ever want to get caught rolling a house. This could involve guns, yelling and a few words that you shouldn’t hear. “Get in and get out” — that’s our motto.

Our discussion slowly faded to the option of who’s house we should roll. Since this was a church group, the first choice was the pastor’s house. He would be a good target for all involved. We laughed and then considered him getting us back.

You never want to be “gotten back” by your pastor. We directed our thoughts to others in authority at our church, but could never settle on one that wouldn’t get us back or shoot us in the process.

We settled on a couple of different choices and then it happened — we all turned into old people. We were coming up with every excuse we could think of. Anything to not have to actually go through our plans.

“Where would we put the kids?” “It’s so late.” “They live too far.”

A few years ago there was no such thing as someone living too far away. We would jump in the car and go to any measure for a good time. And now, our lives were so boring that the good time was had by just talking about who to roll.

This was a defining moment for me and I think it may have been for a few others in the group.

So, here I sit — an old, washed up 29-year-old. I guess that is a show of maturity, but don’t be surprised if we get our second wind and roll a house or two next month.

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