You Know You're Getting Old When.... Part Deux

...The music you listened to in high school is now playing on the 'oldies' station.

...You're using Tylenol for arthritis pain instead of hangover pain.

...You're glad you won't ever have to go back to the dating phase.

...You realize you have Dunlop's Disease, wherein your belly dun lop over your belt.

And Last But Not Least:

...You have a lot more in common with your mother-in-law than you used to.


An interesting trend on Twitter today...#Doctors Better Than Conrad Murray.
Hmmm....Jack Kervorkian? (Only if you have a terminal disease) Marcus Welby? (How many of you are old enough to know who that is?) Doctor Seuss? (One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish) Doctor Doolittle? (You'll need a big barn) Hawkeye Pierce? (Where's the martini glasses?) Dr No? (Where's Sean Connery when you need him?)

Another trend is #Things I Can't Live Without.
Nacho Cheese Doritos (What else do you snack on at 4am?) Books (I should have put that one at number one) Caramel Apples (I see a trend here....mostly food) Friends (except we haven't had anyone over to our house in the 5 years we've lived here. Oh Well) Travel (and on that note, here's today's picture)

This is a bus in Beijing. Just kidding. :-) This truck happened to pass us on our way to see the Great Wall, and I thought it was pretty funny.

Have a great day, and I'll see you when I come up with another idea!

You Know You're Getting Old When....

...You start thinking about retirement, how soon you can take it (years, months,
weeks, days) and what you'll do when it's upon you.

...You color your hair to cover the gray, not because it's fun!

...You start calling popular music "noise".

...You begin to appreciate and understand all the things your parents said and did
for you when you when a teenager.

...You recognize less than five people featured in an issue of People magazine.

...You no longer think it's fun to go out to the bars and get drunk.

...You wonder "What the hell was I thinking?" when you remember the years you were
going out to the bars.

...You begin to look forward to menopause rather than dreading it.

...You realize you are closer to your death than your birth.

...You begin to wonder how you'll pay for your child's marriage instead of
their schooling.

...You notice your health care provider is young enough to be your child (or
grandchild) YIKES!

...One of your coworkers is pregnant and you think "I'm glad it's her and not me"!

...You realize you could become a grandparent at any time now but you pray it
won't happen for years.

In case you're wondering, I've been thinking a lot lately about how old I am! It seems only yesterday I was still young!

Big thanks to DH for fixing my laptop so I could get online again!

A Blog is a Blog is a Blog

Just now I was browsing through some other blogs on this site, and it's interesting the variety of things people post about. Some blog about their families, their hobbies, their lives and experiences. I think all age groups are represented, except possibly the very young and very old. But what we all seem to have in common is the desire to look at our lives and determine our meaning to ourselves and others.

Especially as we get older we are trying to figure out what we've done with our lives and how we've affected other people. Over the last thirty years or so, I've done a lot of thinking along those lines, and I still haven't come up with too many answers. What I DO know, however, is that I feel more calm and happy than I did. Although I don't feel as old as the calendar says I am, I'm not sure I'd want to go back to my teens or twenties.

However, that's not really where I wanted to take this post. One thing I've noticed about some blogs is that we often have similar experiences even though we may not have much in common right now. I just read some entries on a blog that is written by two 18 and 19 year old guys (I should say MEN) who are just starting their college years. They and I probably more different; they are young, I'm mature (at least as far as age goes), they're gay, I'm straight and married; they live completely on the opposite side of the country from me. But their fears, concerns, and worries are the same ones I had some 30-odd years ago! It's nice to know that some things never change, and that I wasn't as weird as I thought I was back then.