Patience, young grasshopper

It's grasshopper hunting season. 

Back in the day before bugs made me squeamish and things that slithered signified the end of the world, in the far corner of my grade school playground we hunted grasshoppers.

Bug jars in hand, scarfing down our fish and scroodles at lunch so we could race out to the playground and hunt, the sport of catching grasshoppers could only be rivaled by one activity.

The swings.

But that's another story for another day. 

Given their whole hopping thing, the grasshoppers presented a challenge. But not as much of a challenge as butterflies, so it was an easier ego boost for us second graders to catch them mid-hop.

Monday marked the second year of classes starting at Marquette, and me not placing a single butt cheek in a desk. Friends that I remember as doe-eyed freshman are starting their senior years. Others have done the impossible and had the actual nerve to graduate, making my 23 years seem ancient.

I'm not ashamed to admit that if I don't watch myself, I can get hung up on a not so little thing called drama. And lately I've gotten a bit hung up on the whole being a grown up drama.

Oh woe is me, I don't have three months off during the summer!

Oh woe is me, all my friends have homework now and can't come out to play!

Oh woe is me, I'm on a tight budget and can't spare any extra cash to go out this weekend!

Oh woe is me, I can't skip work this morning because I stayed out late the night before.

Oh woe is me, I actually have to shower and put on dress clothes to go to work!

Oh woe is me, I have to work all day today and can't go shopping!

Oh woe is me, I'm a grown up, and life is no fun!

Excuse me, Amy Catherine. You're 23. Life is no fun? Shall I mail you your "I'm officially old"  complimentary set of dentures and pack of granny panties?

Last time I checked I was young and fun...well at least fun in my world. Maybe it's time to forget the Oh woe is me spiel and remind myself of the Oh my life is fabulous mantra.

Now if you'll excuse me I'll need my bug jar and a net. There are some hoppers at the Cousins Center I'd really like to get my hands on. 

Well....maybe not.