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!