<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020480422921202569</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:43:21.623-04:00</updated><category term='getting old'/><category term='Grocery shopping'/><title type='text'>Just A Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagirlinsj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020480422921202569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagirlinsj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672993723295961234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020480422921202569.post-4635477953687389875</id><published>2008-06-21T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:26:33.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grocery shopping'/><title type='text'>When Did I Become Old?</title><content type='html'>I was in ShopRite this afternoon. I tend to visit the grocery stores on a daily basis rather then actually making a list and getting everything I need for the week at once. That would be WAY too efficient and WAY too planned. I could never understand those people who plan a weeks worth of meals way ahead of time. How do you know what you feel like having to eat the day or even week before. If, by chance, I get more than the required days food, I never end up feeling like eating what I bought and end up at the grocery store again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl, who works at a local store actually said to me, you are in here as much as I am.  It was then that I decided to change the stores now and then so I don't go into the same one every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I discovered that I could actually be old.  A young kid in produce called me Ma'am. Ma'am has always been a title for older women.  At first, I didn't even consider he could be talking to me.  There is no way I would be a Ma'am. Well, to my horror, he walked closer and said directly to me, "Ma'am, do you need help finding anything?" The kid was being very helpful and polite but I wanted to clobber him. In that one simple phrase, he threw me into a new age group.  All of a sudden, I was classified with those women who I always considered to be old. When did I become old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a full-time job - but I never thought that made me old. I have my own house and car but that didn't make me old either.  My boyfriend's seven year old son told me I was lucky to be a grown-up because I could do things he couldn't, but even that didn't make me feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, being called Ma'am accomplished that. So, the world may see me as a woman in her thirties, but to me, I will always be Just a Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020480422921202569-4635477953687389875?l=justagirlinsj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justagirlinsj.blogspot.com/feeds/4635477953687389875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4020480422921202569&amp;postID=4635477953687389875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020480422921202569/posts/default/4635477953687389875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020480422921202569/posts/default/4635477953687389875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justagirlinsj.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-did-i-become-old.html' title='When Did I Become Old?'/><author><name>Just A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672993723295961234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
