Now What?

We all have our days when it’s either the best of times or the worst of times, and yesterday was made of everything that makes a Sunday great. Not only did it go by quickly with a sprinkle of deep fried pickles (yum), but the Stillers nation, be it Seattle or Pittsburgh, is going to yet another Super Bowl. I’m not bragging and I’ve got no endlessly insightful sports commentary to make on the matter. That’s my mother’s job. What I do have to say is that the entire team is now in that casting line up for the next Capital One commercial. Yes, my favorite part of any playoff season be it hockey, rugby, or football are the playoff beards. I hope I’m not the only one who finds them really very comical. Speaking of football playoffs I’ve figured out what my New Year’s resolution is even though I’m over three weeks late. My goal is to watch a little more hockey and see if I can enjoy it like I do football. It’s very different and moves slower, which is why it’s been hard for me to get into, but I want to give it one last try. What I do know is during the Winter Classic the more of 24/7 I watched the less and less I could tolerate Ovechkin. The orange laces must die!

The day started easy and work went quickly. Wasn’t too busy but from the look of downtown it was a long night, so the quite was good. I saw something that cracked me up & goes extremely well with yesterdays post of a party night in Mgtn I wish I’d gotten a picture, while walking to grab some lunch I happened to pass a small gathering, 3 maybe 5, cups of half full beer that had frozen to a slush like thickness and made me dream of summer. For some of you this thought may be gross and add and even worse part to the “party” post, but it really was amazing at the time. Got out of work late because cleaning took forever and then happily headed to Texas Roadhouse to watch the game with my mama and papa and grab some grub. I was happy to get there about 15 minutes early so I could catch the end of the Packers game. This is now the third season that I’ve been saying that it’s time for them to head back to the big game. The back and yellow game started at 6:30 and that’s right when my mom got there, and she’s a shameless fan. Got to eat the best food on earth, fried pickles, don’t bash it till you try it! Was all in all happy to spend the day with my family and hear that all my friends where safe and sound at home.

Onto the deep yet very scary thought of the day. While talking to my friend Lisa, we were doing what most people my age do, talk and cackle like old hens, with her having just under a month till she has her baby it’s got us both thinking. She brought up that we pay taxes and into social security and finished with a very scary phrase, “We are the older generation now.” With that I screamed ran and felt sorry for both my parents and all the people in their peer group. Don’t get me wrong I know that the majority of my peers being 21 are about to graduate and I’m one of the few losers who still have over a year left on their education, but it was very alarming to hear this and know that it wasn’t just another game of telephone or flip cup. Somewhere along the line between turning 18, missing marching band, and transferring to FSU, I was supposed to be a grown up now. Heck I still put off doing my laundry till the last moment, and it’s the end of the world if you walk through the front door and I’m doing dishes before they stack up in the sink, but I’m still supposed to be an adult. I’m aware that I’m not the worst nor am I the best of my generation. All I can think of now is what am I, heck what is my generation going to be known for? In marketing my peers and I are known for being the intro group for technology, I can still remember land lines, the horrid internet noises let alone the printer you could hear three miles away. As well as having mothers who worked so we always had house keys so we could hang out at home after school.

As I look around the computer lab here in Fmnt I see mainly six things: YouTube, Facebook, Google, Starbucks, smart phones, a blog or two, and people reading from books (and not digital books either which amazed me). If I put all these things together I see a generation of people who are intelligent in many ways, not able to fend for themselves if God forbid the grid crash, and who hurl themselves off a roof on a skateboard in an espresso driven rush to make the best viral video ever seen. I’m terrified that that’s our legacy. I hope we can give up reading real books to avoid such a catastrophe. I’ll let ya know about today tomorrow.

                         Xoxo Pea