I went to my ATM last weekend and it wished me a happy birthday. And it was, in fact, within a week of my birthday.
I found this more than a little disconcerting.
Valentine’s Day
So if you’ve reached the age where the idea of becoming someone’s Valentine horrifies you because it would mean putting a bra on to go out, can you still indulge in the chocolate?
Every night
Every night, the last thing I do before climbing in bed to read the rest of the evening away is call to my aging dog to go out one more time before we close down for the night. This tends to be a difficult chore since she goes to sleep earlier now that she’s getting older. In fact, she now goes to bed approximately 12 seconds after taking the last bite of dinner and making a quick trip to the yard at about 6 PM. Uninterrupted by humans, she could stay that way for hours. And every night I call
I’d always just assumed
I’d always just assumed that NCIS was my generation’s Matlock. It stayed on TV only because a very devoted, older set of viewers watched even though it never got any awards or even got mentioned during award season. Then I come to find out that NCIS is big with the 18 to 49 demographic and huge with the 18 to 24 demographic and suddenly, for no reason I can actually articulate, I feel much, much better about being addicted to it.
An official sign of old age
Instead of going to bed with David Letterman, I get up with David Letterman. I tape the show and watch it in the morning while I feed the birds and dog. I can no longer stay awake and alert late enough to otherwise enjoy the show. I think this means I am officially as old as dirt.
Is it wrong?
Is it wrong that when I’m watching Mike and Molly all I can think about is how the hell do those two make love? How do things reach each other? How does the bed not break? And this is coming from a fat chick!
Bad things happen to the most vulnerable
When I saw the story, I felt such an overwhelming sense of sadness. I had just spent an evening with an aaka and aapa and their 5-year-old grandson. He was bright, quirky, funny, full of energy, and so clearly well loved. That’s the way life is supposed to be when you’re just a little tyke. You shouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed or morgue from a beating. But that’s exactly what two little kids from Barrow were doing that very same evening.
The next day, while still trying to comprehend the horror those children must have endured, I went
Does anyone know?
Who won the superbowl? I seemed to have missed it.
I am so over it
That’s it. I’ve had it. Enough snow. Enough!
