I’ll Probably Be in a Nursing Home Soon…
A few years ago, I was doing my thing, you know, driving down the road with a case of beer in my belly and not having a care in the world. I was buzzing, I was handsome (and I guess vain) and most importantly, I was young. I was jamming to a classic rock station, listening to the likes of Queen and the Allman Brothers. Then Guns n’ Roses’ “Welcome to the Jungle” was played.
What the hell?
I chalked it up to being a slow classic rock day, whatever that means, and I left it at that. After all, GnR is not old enough to be “classic rock,” right?
So as I was strolling through the grocery store this evening, in search of some delicious sandwich supplies and a treat for Rowdy, I heard 4 Non- Blondes’ “What’s Up?” Okay, fine. The song was a hit when I was an adolescent, but it’s cheesy and radio-friendly, and I can get behind some cheesy grocery store music. By the time I had rationalized this, I had gotten some ham and was in hot pursuit of some cheese. As I contemplated cheddar or Swiss, Nirvana’s “All Apologies” came on.
Seriously? Seriously? One of the seminal bands of my generation is now grocery store music?
I know I’m not old, but I can see I am getting older. I’m not sure if this bothers me or not.
Let’s go down a list of some other “old” things that are happening to me:
* I got “Wii-arm” when I was madly swinging a videogame controller around.
* A while ago, I suddenly developed a debilitating pain in my knee.
* Parts of my hair have started to gray. This actually isn’t a bad thing because I think it will make me look distinguished. But still, graying goes hand-in-hand with olding.
* I seriously contemplated the merits of having a moustache.
* I am beginning to sprout hair in weird places - like my ears.
The list could go on.
The other day, Meggie and I went for a walk with Rowdy. The fact that I enjoy “taking a walk” is an inherent indication that I am aging. We decided to stop at a park. Meggie wanted to play on the swings. In a desperate attempt to reclaim a bit of youth, I decided to join her. Both Meggie and I pushed off…
Wheeeeeeee……*stomach grumble*….Oh boy.
Meggie and I both got all dizzy and light-headed. From swinging! I have aged enough that swinging doen’t agree with me.
I guess we’ll see what other adventures await…
Now get of my damn lawn, you little brats!

Olivia Said,
June 28, 2008 @ 6:49 am
Yes! I am not the only one aging around here. For me it was a bad day when I heard Madonna’s Lucky Star on the oldies station a few years ago. *sobs quietly to herself*
Meggie Said,
June 29, 2008 @ 10:10 am
WHAT?! NO Madonna can not be played on the oldies station. NO NO NO NO!!!! That is so wrong.
Jess Said,
June 29, 2008 @ 11:35 am
Haha, gramps.