Old Maid Indicators!
When I was young, I always said I wanted to get married by the time I was 24 years old. I use to look at friends who were in their early twenties and wonder why they were freaking out about being single, they were still young yet. Then I rationalized this, and figured I would understand more when I turned 23 or 24, perhaps I would start to freak out then? Well, now that I approach those years in my life I realize, I could care less!!! Hey everyone, it is my car, my house, my pets, my money, and my life! Opps... Well it is God's life in all reality, but at least this way I don't have to worry about the other half and plan my schedule around someone else. I do what I want when I want, and I spend money however I like. Now don't get me wrong, there are pluses and minuses to being married and single. Married is great because you have your best friend to share life's experiences with and grow closer to each other and God, not to mention other advantages, especially if you want kids to raise and watch as you grow older. I do want to get married, yet I am completely happy in my free schedule. I am sure I will get married, but I am not afraid to remain single either if the right person does not come along. The waiting, can be a pain, especially when other people start to meddle, hence my Old Maid Indicators!
Remember when you were young, and your father had this scowl on his face any time a young man came near? I certainly do, although I never knew of my Dad's worries until my Mom clued me in. When I was 16, I came home with 4 guys in the car. Apparently, my Dad and Grandpa were sitting watching out the window. In my Father's fiery he stated, "What is she doing with four guys in the car?" To which my Grandpa smartly replied, "I wouldn't worry about four guys in the car, I would be more worried if there was just one." At this point in my life, my Dad would eye any guy within a mile of his precious daughter. Any time I spoke to my Dad about guys he got this look on his face and scurried off. My Dad didn't seem to understand me, my taste, nor why I was interested in guys. My Dad's take on good guys was no where near being close to a match for me. As long as they were mechanically inclined, had a good job, and were nice, marry um was his take.
Now.... Comes the Old Maid Indicator. At around 20 or 21, my Mom started suggesting this boy or that, but nothing of too much concern. The real shocker came from my Father, at age 21 or 22, my Dad came home and handed me a picture of a young man next to a stock car. I asked about this in puzzlement, and my Dad stated, I worked on this guy's Catepillar Equipment today and he seemed really nice, and he has a good job. He then went on to state that me and this young man had a lot in common. Now wait one minute!!!!!!!! What is my Dad doing interviewing guys for me? I questions my Dad on this, and he said "Well......" Well, what? Grrrr..... My Dad then went on to explain that I wasn't exactly doing so good of job myself, and that when I did find a good one I cast them away and stomped on their hearts. Now this was getting serious.
At 23 I moved to Red Wing, and I dated a guy who was mechanically inclined, nice, and basically a decent guy........ but not for me. Well, my Dad met him, and of course liked him. That February 15th, the day after Valetintes Day, my Dad called me up (which was highly unusual for him I might add). I responded gaily, "What? You called to wish my Happy Valetines Day, that is so sweet!!!!" To which my Father replied, "No, I called to see if you had a ring on your finger." Of all the nerve!!!!!!!!!
The best indicator of all came one day when I went home to visit my parents. My Dad started ribbing on me about making him some Grand babies, and I got a little tired of it. I figured I would get even with my over protective Father. I stated, "Sure Dad, no problem, but does it matter if I am married or not?" My Dad stopped to think for but a second before stating loudly, "Nope!" My jaw dropped, and I was shocked. My Dad would never had said such a thing a year or two ago, instead he would have threatened murder to any guy who so much as touched me. Old Maidhood is upon me now for sure.
Well, I hope those indicators might help someone. Not to worry about me though, my future is secure, and in all reality I have kids (criminals granted) that I get paid to watch at work that I can leave at the end of the day. I have the kids, who needs the husband?
Remember when you were young, and your father had this scowl on his face any time a young man came near? I certainly do, although I never knew of my Dad's worries until my Mom clued me in. When I was 16, I came home with 4 guys in the car. Apparently, my Dad and Grandpa were sitting watching out the window. In my Father's fiery he stated, "What is she doing with four guys in the car?" To which my Grandpa smartly replied, "I wouldn't worry about four guys in the car, I would be more worried if there was just one." At this point in my life, my Dad would eye any guy within a mile of his precious daughter. Any time I spoke to my Dad about guys he got this look on his face and scurried off. My Dad didn't seem to understand me, my taste, nor why I was interested in guys. My Dad's take on good guys was no where near being close to a match for me. As long as they were mechanically inclined, had a good job, and were nice, marry um was his take.
Now.... Comes the Old Maid Indicator. At around 20 or 21, my Mom started suggesting this boy or that, but nothing of too much concern. The real shocker came from my Father, at age 21 or 22, my Dad came home and handed me a picture of a young man next to a stock car. I asked about this in puzzlement, and my Dad stated, I worked on this guy's Catepillar Equipment today and he seemed really nice, and he has a good job. He then went on to state that me and this young man had a lot in common. Now wait one minute!!!!!!!! What is my Dad doing interviewing guys for me? I questions my Dad on this, and he said "Well......" Well, what? Grrrr..... My Dad then went on to explain that I wasn't exactly doing so good of job myself, and that when I did find a good one I cast them away and stomped on their hearts. Now this was getting serious.
At 23 I moved to Red Wing, and I dated a guy who was mechanically inclined, nice, and basically a decent guy........ but not for me. Well, my Dad met him, and of course liked him. That February 15th, the day after Valetintes Day, my Dad called me up (which was highly unusual for him I might add). I responded gaily, "What? You called to wish my Happy Valetines Day, that is so sweet!!!!" To which my Father replied, "No, I called to see if you had a ring on your finger." Of all the nerve!!!!!!!!!
The best indicator of all came one day when I went home to visit my parents. My Dad started ribbing on me about making him some Grand babies, and I got a little tired of it. I figured I would get even with my over protective Father. I stated, "Sure Dad, no problem, but does it matter if I am married or not?" My Dad stopped to think for but a second before stating loudly, "Nope!" My jaw dropped, and I was shocked. My Dad would never had said such a thing a year or two ago, instead he would have threatened murder to any guy who so much as touched me. Old Maidhood is upon me now for sure.
Well, I hope those indicators might help someone. Not to worry about me though, my future is secure, and in all reality I have kids (criminals granted) that I get paid to watch at work that I can leave at the end of the day. I have the kids, who needs the husband?
posted by Nell, your friendly Red Wing Corrections Officer @ 12:27 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:52 AM,
Newsy said…
Yes indeed! If my grandma ever gets wind of a man within a mile of where we live she raises her eye brows as if she knows a secrete. Its a good thing that very rarly happens. Since we intend to be young even when we are old we have decided that from hence forth we should be called "young maids" what do you think? We should all have a young maid reunion some time!
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