Meeting Jill, grey hair and the kids next door

Well I can imagine that reading the title has lead to some curiosity to my readers. Allow me to explain: I will start with what is currently bothering me the neighbours to my left have two "tweens" you know what Im talking about that ackward age between 10-13. In the past we have not really seen much or heard much from these kids, however much to our horror the parents of the "tweens" have bought them a full sized trampoline. How did we first discover this? Barry and I had gotten home from a long day at work and we were changing out of our work clothes... now I dont know about you but I tend to walk around in my underware at times. This was one of those times Barry and I were looking for our comfy clothes and not properly attired. So Barry walks into the living room which faces our backyard. The only thing you can see is the fence next door and the yard so we had the curtains open- not expecting to see anyone Barry walked out half undress shall we say and was startled by the popping up of a head of the annoying boy next door. Every few seconds we would see this head pop up and disturb our privacy. Needless to say we ran and closed the curtains to avoid giving the first peep show in our neighbourhood. So to our delight the trampoline has brought friends to play and much noise. Infact at this moment they are playing on it with loud loud teeny bopper music (not even good teeny bopper music might I add). The most annoying part is that the song keeps stopping and then the same 1 min segment is started over again. Again and again it plays. I know that if there are any parents in the crowd you are probably thinking we are just not intouch with the world of kids- well your right we are not. Yup I am at this point in my life a self proclaimed "DINK" So until that changes I will continue to hate this trampoline and think of ways I might be able to get it out of our lives. (Im open to suggestion also)

So now going back to the weekend. We had a great weekend, got alot of stuff done in the garden and around the house in General. However a startling discovery was made... Barry and I were on our way out to meet Missy for dinner when as we are getting ready to go he standing behind me says" what is that and proceeds to rip a hair out of my head. After giving a yelp of discomfort for the lost hair I notice that the hair that he has just pulled out does not seem like mine. I mean Im a dirty blond this hair appears almost white... but no that cant be it has to be that its just highlighted and apearing platnium. I did go into this state of denile for a few minutes but it did not last as I soon had to fast the awful truth.... Barry had found a grey hair. My first real grey hair. My youth is dead my life has taken the down ward spiral.. Im getting.... *sweating*, gulp, Im getting OLD! So Barry being the wonderful and supportive husband that he is was good enough to do a search of my head and notify me that not to worry there was more where that one came from. Apparently they have infiltrated my world and I can no longer deny that age is slowly tightening its grip on me, whats next wrinkles??? I cant even think about that right now.

Lastly but not least my dear friend Missy had an unfortunate case of mistaken idenity. We were meeting her for dinner on the weekend when she was approached by 40ish looking male with a werid afro typ hairdo and a nice beer gut to ask her if she as "jill" She gave it some thought and decided that no indeed she was not Jill. The man walked away disappointed. Then of course "Jill" did appear. Jill was a 40ish looking year old women. I think that guy was dreaming. Why he thought that my 20 something friend could possibly be the women that was clearly his blind date is beyond me. All I can say is keep dreaming buddy cause Jill has left the building!

Anyway thats all I got in my head so Im drained now. Later people!