As I get older, I'm realizing that the weather must be getting more miserable, and the bleachers at high school football games must be getting harder. Last night I sat at a game until halftime in order to watch Jacob perform with the marching band. It was a wet, damp, cold day, and as the sun went away altogether, it got even more miserable. As I hesitantly sat my rear on the water-logged metal bleacher seat, I cringed and definitely did not remember it being this way when I was in school.
I was on the front row of the bleachers, alongside my mom, who came along to cheer Jacob on, and we had a great view of the rears of everyone standing in front of us. I'm not kidding when I say these high school girls were wearing belly-baring tees and no socks--how were they not freezing?!! I'm pretty sure I was the only one in the stands with a big pink puffy coat, complete with faux fur trim around the hood. It looked like I was headed out for a polar expedition, and that's when it hit me. I'm getting older, and I just don't find as much pleasure in sitting outside in grueling weather as I used to. It used to be cool to sit outside and freeze.
Now, I've turned into one of those old ladies that orders coffee with her cheeseburger at lunch and wears mittens to go from the house to the car.
Also, I learned a new word from Jacob this week. Ugo. As in, "She's no ugo." This evidently means that one is attractive or appealing, opposite of ugly. This was spoken while telling me about his new girlfriend, and while being the girl who is not ugo must be great, I wonder what the ones deemed ugo must feel like with this new label.