The Numbers Game

This post is dedicated to my favorite aunt. 😀

I have this problem with numbers.  I can’t seem to remember them.  When a group of people get started rattling off old phone numbers (I still haven’t figured out why people do that.  Don’t they have more important things to keep in their brains?), I just look on in bafflement.  I can barely remember one phone number let alone every number I ever had. 

Don’t even get my started on the evils of social security numbers.  When I first went back to work after staying home with my girls for several years, I had to give my new employer my social security number.  I thought for a moment and then calmly recited it for her. 

A few weeks later, my new boss told me that the number came back as being in error.   I laughed self-consciously and gave her the correct number.  Only…that number didn’t work either…and neither did the next one.  (I’m still not sure if my boss was very patient or if she simply didn’t care). Finally, Shaun wrote my social security number down on a piece of paper and I sheepishly brought it in. 

Then there’s the problem with my age.  I used to laugh at my mom when she told me she couldn’t remember how old she was.  She said it changed every year and was too much work to keep track of.  Mom would tell me the year she was born and insist that I figure out her age for myself.  I thought she was nuts.  Birthdays are the most special and unique day there is, how could anyone possibly forget how old they were? 

Of course my merriment at my mother’s expense came well before I started to lose track of how old I was.   I’m not sure how it happened, but  it seemed that I had no idea how old I was. 

Shaun, being the sweet and devoted husband that he is, takes great pleasure in my confusion.  In face, just this evening we were discussing our age.  He had just gotten caught up on my blog and one of the posts had him reminiscing about how quickly time is passing. 

Him: Susie…can you believe that we are almost fifty???

Me: What are you talking about, I’m not even forty-five yet!

Him: Are you sure about that?

Me: Pretty sure.  As sure as I ever am.

Him: Well you are wrong, you are forty-five right now.  You’ll be forty-six in a couple of months.

Me: Really? Are you sure?  Huh….and I was so sure that I was only forty-four…

Suddenly I remembered that Mimi is fourteen and was almost thirty when I had her therefore I was still forty-four.   That bratty husband of mine tricked me! And then he laughed about it!  

My husband is years older than me and sooner or later his memory is going to go.  It may take me a while, but I’m going to get my revenge.  (And I’m very open to ideas as to exactly what that revenge should be!)

Hmmmm….I better go write myself a note so that I remember when the time comes…

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13 Responses to The Numbers Game

  1. Peggy says:

    The thing about ages are that they change every year and they change at different times throughout the year! It is hard to keep track of them. Most of the ages in our house change near Christmas . . . .

  2. Joy T. says:

    Ohhh that’s good LOL Very tricky!!

  3. Patsy says:

    Now Sue, if you remember the year you were born, then you don’t have to know how old you are, that is for someone else to figure out, that is they really are interested in knowing how old you really are! Now,for myself, I know that you are several years younger than I am, and I know that your dad is one year older than I am. So just ask him how old he is, subtract one year and there you have it. You can do the same with shaun. Do you know how old he is, just do a little subtraction, oh say 22 yrs give or take a few, act surprised when he denies being that much older than you, he will then give you his correct age, are you confused yet?

  4. I totally lost the year I was 34 by thinking I was 35. On the upside, I got to be 35 for 2 years.

  5. Susan says:

    Peggy~We’ve just started the age changes, first my nephews, tomorrow my mom and nieces…lots to come…

    Joy~Who’s side are you on anyways!

    Mom~He’s TWO years older than me! And how can I know if he’s telling the truth about his age? He’s sneaky that way.

    Jenn~And nobody told you? LOL I stayed 29 for a few years…just for fun.

  6. Jay says:

    I have a freakish ability to remember old phone numbers that family, friends and I had years ago. Apparently that takes up a lot of room in my brain and there is no room to remember where I put my keys though.

  7. Tylor says:

    My dad sometimes forgets how old he is too (he’s a couple years older than you). He tends to forget how old I am too.

  8. Heather G. says:

    One year I sent out Christmas cards and wrote in every single one of them to have a nice 2005–but the upcoming year was 2004.

    I received several phone calls from distant friends who were clearly calling just to check on my mental health.

  9. Kathy says:

    Like Jay, I remember phone numbers from when I was a child. However, don’t ask me what my cell phone # is because I don’t know. I never give it out–using it only for emergencies. I also swore I was married for 39 years and one of my blogger buddies who was married the same year, informed me differently! There were reasons that I majored in English!

  10. Linda says:

    I too have forgotten how old I am. Nothing wrong with that as long as I err on the young side.

    I forget how much my kids weighed and how long they were at birth. It’s really embarrassing when you’re chatting with a group of moms and they rattle off all these birth numbers and I’m drawing a blank. I tell them I remember that my last 2 babies were over 9 pounds, but can’t recall the exact ounces. They look at me like I’m a complete moron to forget such important details. Sheesh, I wrote it in the baby book, isn’t that good enough?

  11. Lisa's Chaos says:

    WHen you mentioned the phone numbers immediately my brain started working on it. I had the same one my whole childhood until my parents moved about 6 years ago so of course I still remember it. But I have no need too.

    I am horrible with my social security number and age. I really feel like I’m just 30 something in my brain, and my mom’s hair is still black up there too, when it reality she’s mostly all white now.

    🙁 Growing older with a short little memory is no fun.

  12. Hilary says:

    I was all set to leave a great comment.. but I forgot what it was…

  13. once i turned 21 i stopped remembering my age…:)

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