You know you're getting old when....

I bought a new laptop the other day. My daughter upgraded her iPhone at the same time. While she's was completing the paper work and that process, something that looked like mortgaging a home. I walked around the store I found a .99 cent bin full of music from my teen years.
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Yeah if you were a kid in the PDX area you had to watch him. I knew kids who got on his show for their birthdays. They were the play ground heroes of the week.

After I got out of the Navy in 86 I found work in Tillamook, saw him walking down the street there. Turns out he spent a lot of time there and owned a beach house near Cape Mears. He was an avid pilot and owned several planes. I spent time at the Tillmook Air Base while getting my license and would listen to him and the other old timer pilot share stories. He was funny guy, told a hell of a lot of dirty jokes. He saved all those buttons fans gave him over the years. He must have had thousands of them in boxes in his hanger, almost didn't have room for his planes. Sadly he passed away in 2001 or 2002.

 

Salem, Oregon...I see. I was getting all kinds of confused thinking Mass. or one of the Carolinas.

I couldn't believe how flipping cold it gets where you are visiting now. Silly me had only spent my years in California in the Huntington Beach area, then near San Simeon, but going north of San Francisco--holy cow! COLD.

You're not getting old, Tully. Your blood has thinned.

 

I'm losing nouns.
"Pull up a ... you know, that thing, that thing you sit on, next to this thing, this place where we eat."

I'm trying to have some fun with the adjustments and stressing about it too much just makes it worse so hey.

 

Thanks for the reminder...

You know you're getting old when you remember listening to dubstep on Digitally Imported Radio before it became popular...

Or is that when you know you're a hipster? I get it confused.

 

I'm 57 and don't understand why my teenage son needs an IPhone.

I've stopped paying attention to reminders that I'm getting old or I've devised ways to avoid them.

I no longer look at myself naked in full length mirrors.
I leave my car keys in the ignition so there's no question about where I might have left them.
I've stopped trying to keep up on the newest musical trends and artists. (No loss there, I've heard)
I visit my hairdresser at the first sign of gray roots.
I keep the computer zoom at 150%.
I facebook even though I hate it.
I overlook the fact that words like facebook have entered our lexicon as noun, verb and adjective.

 

Ouch!

 

You walk past a mirror and see some old fart looking through a window instead of your reflection.

 

My turn to go 'Ouch!'

 

When you spend all Sat. afternoon doing yard work only to wake on Sunday morning and reach for the Aleve.

 

^^^^^ what Craven said........

sometimes i want to shoot the horses but.........sometimes i want to shoot myself......

fuck it..........where's the Aleve?

 

When your kid tells you that her elem school friends are 'going out' and you say, 'going where?' And she gets mad at you.

 

Ummm....It's NAP TIME

 

Standing at the bar when some small boy starts chatting you up and you suddenly realise he must be more than 10 years younger than you!

Come on here and realise why you like it so much - you're not the oldest!

 

I was so incredibly relieved to find I'm not the oldest--gah, I'm so vain!

 

I was saying that 12 hours ago at 3 in the morning. Of course reality thought I needed to be awake.

 

I was alive for the 80s, 90s, and 00's.

I only remember the 00's. Barely.