I know that there are bridge clubs, quilters guilds and many other clubs in which members get together to discuss their respective shared hobbies, but as the years go by, it seems like these clubs are becoming members on some sort of endangered species list.

I remember when I was a little knuckle-headed kid, my mom and the other moms on the base got together and had Tupperware parties. For all the Generation Y youngsters, think of Tupperware parties like Pampered Chef parties. If you still don't know what I'm talking about, ask someone else because I'm definitely not the person who needs to be in a kitchen. (I messed up boiled eggs one time. I forgot about the science of evaporation and pop went the eggshell.) 

Nowadays, there are so many hobbies that I haven't even heard about. I found out today that one of my friends, who I shall call "Vanilla" to protect her identity, would make a game out of seeing how many people wear a certain hairstyle when she went shopping. What?! To me, that's just boredom, but it's something that keeps her entertained. Then, there are those who consider piercings, tattoos, updating MySpace profiles and looking at videos on YouTube a hobby ... wait, those are mine. Oops. But I'm sure I'm not the only one. It's difficult for kids to go outside and play when there are video game systems calling out their inner rockstar with "Guitar Hero 3."

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy reading, writing and, yes, blogging. I wouldn't mind learning how to sew but me + sharp objects = the apocalypse. Even I got into the whole MySpace phenomenon. Of course, I'm just there to catch up with friends and classmates. (wink, wink) It makes me wonder what kind of hobbies will crop up by the time my children have children. That's a scary thought. So scary that if anyone needs me, I'll be crawled underneath that boulder on the corner of Cedar and Peabody Streets.