Growing old....uh, I mean older....

So there I was, channel surfing, and I stumbled upon "House Hunters", when I began getting texts from my mom. Texting is another technology that I find hard to follow. When I was a kid we just talked to people. But my mom is all modern and trendy, so during the conversation she texts, "My bad"... Oh my God, I am so old and my mom is so cool. I go back to my show. I am loving "House Hunters", it is really quite funny. People are purchasing a new house for whatever reason and their observations are just so comical. "Oh honey, look at this door handle. I just hate it,I could never live in a house with this kind of door handle. The realtor just doesn't understand us". The realtor looks at the camera and says, "You can change them" in this deadpan kind of tone which says, "Kill me now". Priceless, I was laughing, oh excuse me ROTFL.

When they say fifty is the new thirty, they weren't talking about me. I don't like new things; learning new technology. I don't even like it when they change the TV schedules. There is only one prime time show that I watch the "Big Bang Theory". Everything else is just occasional noise. That means "BBT" is the only show for which I know the schedule. I prefer the radio, because I can do things and listen with out having to become one of the sitting dead. So, my mom is cool and I'm an old fart.

They say your kids keep you young. Right, I want to slap who ever "they" are, but with arthritis, fibromialgia and carpal tunnel I don't need that kind of pressure. Does that sound negative? My bad. I'm not an unhappy person, I just hate it when the dog laughs at me because I can't find the second sleeve on my jacket. My daughter walks by with her Mp3 player on and grabs the end of my jacket, and in one smooth move, slips the sleeve on my arm and continues on her way to her shower. I hope she is done when I come back in and need to take off the jacket.

So, gone are the days of garden sculpting by lifting and moving 150lb rocks to the "right place". Gone are the days of rototilling the whole orchard with a walk behind tiller. Gone are the days of.... hey, what am I saying. Fifty ain't so bad. Bring on the days of no cavities. Bring on the days of over fifty discounts. This is looking pretty good. And my daughter is finished with her shower so I can take off my jacket, yeah. This is turning into a great day, peace and love to you all...