~ You are no longer a “young” single adult, as per your Church;
~ You are no longer a member of the key demographic of 18-34;
~ You are one of the last generations that learned how to type on actual typewriters;
~ You are one of the last generations that learned to play music on turntables;
~ You are one of the last generations that tuned into television with antennas;
~ Your generation played on playgrounds with asphalt and metal jungle gyms;
~ You're part of the X generation, but pre-date the Y generation;
~ Prince’s song about “1999” was about a year that was AGES away;
~ You still can’t believe that Y2K was years ago;
~ You find yourself having short-term memory loss for no apparent reason;*
~ You’ve stopped dying your hair;
~ You find grey hairs in other strange places;
~ Bits and parts of you creak when you try to use them;
~ Your parents are retired and on Social Security;
~ Your “baby” brother is going to be 30 this year;
~ Your younger siblings have been married for more than five and ten years;
~ You worked at one job the same amount of time that you spent in regular schooling;
~ You realize that your first boyfriend’s oldest kid is the age that his dad was when you and he first met;
~ Your high school and class reunions are coming up on the 15 and 20 year mark;
~ The next major milestone birthdays are the ones with 0's on the end of them;
~ You start rounding up on your age six months in advance so you get used to the number by the time your actual birthday rolls around; and
~ You decide to start adding the numbers of your age together and have your inner child start acting that age instead of your real one.
So, happy freaking b-day to me. Today, I am 9!
*I’m sure there are more items for this list, but these are just the ones I can remember.