Qualified Condition

April 29, 2009

All Grown Up

Filed under: Uncategorized — qualifiedcondition @ 8:54 pm

Every now and then I find subtle reminders that I am, without a doubt, a grown up.  Sometimes it’s really obvious stuff, like when I had a new ID card made at work and my photo revealed that I no longer have a receding hairline, rather I am bald.  I am bald like Uncle Bob.  Also, it turns out that I am bright yellow, but I think that might be a printer issue.


It’s not always the deterioration of my body that reminds me that I am careening full-speed toward high-waisted pants (forgive me if I’m starting to sound like Dave Barry).  Sometimes it’s little things, like corncob holders.  I own several of them.  The other night we sat down to a meal which consisted of a barbecued slab of meat, a salad and corn on the cob with little holders.  I am my parents.  I felt compelled during the meal to go grab a plastic cup or rip a paper towel in half to use as a napkin just to have some evidence at the table that plucky youngsters were eating here, but to no avail.  Kenny, the corncob holders and I ate dinner and then scurried off to the family room to watch 60 Minutes.

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On a happier note, I was excited to notice that Kenny and I both eat corn in the proper “typewriter” fashion.  I attempted to eat the second piece in the ill-mannered “around the world” style but it made the corn taste like goat blood.  Ding.



  1. your corncob holders are nice! very adult. unlike the ones i grew up with which were yellow plastic and shaped like corn. we also had little “husklike” holders for the cobs to rest in.

    Comment by christie — April 29, 2009 @ 10:06 pm

  2. how was jeopardy last night?

    Comment by seth — April 30, 2009 @ 12:38 am

  3. I am sure the feeling of being your parents is intensified by the sight of mom’s dishes from Vons, from 1983.

    Comment by Brother Chris — April 30, 2009 @ 1:10 am

  4. Corn cob holders are nature’s compensation for body deterioration. My problem is that I’m totally NOT a grown-up stuff-wise: no corn holders, no real napkins, an “end table” that is actually a broken TV with a table cloth on it. But at least I have a table cloth. That’s kind of grown-up.

    Comment by Cheryl — April 30, 2009 @ 7:54 pm

    • Oh, is that a tablecloth? I thought it was part of an old sheet.

      Comment by cc — May 1, 2009 @ 11:46 pm

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