Johanna: Wow, that's a lot of late-night and all-day partying for your kids. They're so ready to be teenagers!

(And maybe the teenaged rebelliousness will be over and done with by then, or they'll be blase about it.) I hope you all get a chance to kick back, relax, and catch up on your lost sleep soon. And then you can get back to us, your virtual family!
Julie: Many identities. Hmmmm, maybe I do suffer from multiple personality disorder. Just call me Eve. Today.
Jeanne: Awwww, but I thought I was already a member of the family?

I'm sure your DS's--and Nancy's--can defend themselves from my "womanly wiles." Now if I could only figure out what they are.
Shell: Wow, that's a lot of lifestyle changes going on. So you're moving out--are you buying a house on your own? Sharing with a friend? (Not sure where you live, precisely, but know that the housing market in your general area makes adult roommates a real possibility.) Yeah for some short, "test" runs. Hopefully they go okay, as will your swimming, and your orthopedist has good news for you.
Jeanne: Boo to not making the lottery this year, but yeah for next year's NYC marathon! That'll be a great time. (And I just said this on the Lean Meaner thread...you're not ancient. You're like me, vintage. Very cool, very retro. Always in style.)
Jen: Awwww, you did your good deed for the day with Sadie. She sounds adorable! I didn't know DH was younger than you. But only 3 1/2 years? Psssshhhh. What is is that Ben Franklin said about marrying older women? They're so very grateful, I believe. And they're experience. (And I believe he said that "all cats look gray in the dark.") A very wise man, that Franklin.
It sounds like your body has been needing a little break, and it's part of what you're struggling with. I'm not trying to minimize the depression, but I find my mental state, my emotional state, and my physical state are very closely linked. In both good and bad ways. Like Mel said, running and being active help a lot.
Mel: I think the guys on the team should post some beefcake photos, seeing as they're in the presence of many pretty princesses. (Thanks to Dave, I know use that term. I still giggle, but I use it.) I'm glad to hear you're mostly okay. Establishing new relationships with doctors is always so time-consuming, and emotionally stressful in some ways. I hope it goes well.
As for me: Okay, my confession time. DOOD is actually older than me by about a year. But prior to my monogamous life with him, I dated across the spectrum--from 10 years younger to 15 years older. Equal-opportunity, I am. Part of the appeal comes from my own lack of maturity, I think!

I think I can pass for younger, in my conversations and my interests, if not in terms of appearance.
Creepy story, though. I've been asked out over the years by many younger men, in part because of the university life. (Why they think asking out their former teacher is at all cool, I don't know. Ewwww.) But I was in a bookstore/coffee shop over this weekend, and this kid approached me. (He couldn't have been more than 21, 22.) He started asking me personal questions, referring to the paperwork on the table and my actions. He even asked me how old I was, and didn't seem to believe that I was 40. I answered his questions because, hand to God, I thought he was developmentally disabled and just being friendly. It took me several minutes to figure out he was hitting on me. Even then, I didn't quite believe what was happening until he asked me if I wanted to give him my number. (Um, NO. And by then I had opened a book and was ignoring him.)
And then it got creepier. He kept telling me about himself, including how he'd been evicted from his last place for check fraud, and returning to the "give me your number" request. I finally told him I was uncomfortable and was leaving--and he got up and started to leave at the same time!

Luckily, my bookbag set off the alarms as I went to exit, so I went back to the counter and was able to avoid a confrontation outside the store. And that's the kind of quality, younger men I attract these days. Hmmm, maybe it's a good thing I finally married DOOD. It's a rough dating scene out there.
