- Watching my grey hairs pop up every six weeks. Tony calls me "Jay Leno." I call it my "raccoon,"... then, I call Judy for my next coloring appointment "to make 'em go away"!
- Reading the menu further and further away from my body. I find 12-16 inches a perfect distance to read these days. If Tony holds it across the table, I can read it! And, yes I do have reading glasses, problem is, I forget them.
- When spelling out my name to people, I still tend to say: "Caprice, like the car" to which now people don't have a clue what a "Caprice Classic" is anymore. I have to find a new reference! It worked for most of my life...hmmm.
- My music. I listen to Sirius radio and my stations are: 70's, 80's, 90's, two country stations, Redneck comedy, the coffee house,... need I go on? You are either: assured a great stroll down memory lane with me or as my kids put it, "Mom can we just drive in silence, please?" Maddie hates the Decade Stations. Max hates the Coffee House station. I hate the Jonas Brothers. Guess we're even.
- Achy bones when I wake up. I mean come on...I just got 9 or so hours of sleep, we have a great mattress, so why am I so achy waking up? Now, I have to take a handful of vitamins to keep the 'ol bones from creakin'.
- The NEED for coffee every morning. It's a "miracle drug" really. This narcotic helps me get things moving along, in more ways than one. And YOU know what I mean!
- Forgetfulness. This is actually my husband's issue, not mine. But it affects me too. I am now the "reminder" of: missing keys, wallets in pockets and sunglasses on the forehead. I now recite the mental list of things he could be missing... cell phone--- "check", watch--- "check" you get the picture.
- Hiring younger and younger interns for the office and then, not being able to relate. I talk about my college years (playing Quarters/mix tapes), television shows ( Little House on the Prairie to Moonlighting) and my first car ( '84 Mustang). My colleagues think I'm a relic dug up from the ashes.
- Comfortable shoes. I am "on the lookout" for a six inch, comfortable (slutty) heel that doesn't come from Natrulizer or Life Stride.
- Technology. I am so tired of Texting. Why can't people just call me? I hate having to text back. I know, embrace technology....blah, blah, blah....how 'bout embrace verbal communication, something without a colon and a parenthesis as a "smile." :)
I feel much better getting these out in the open. Do you have anything that makes you feel older? Comment below!!
2 comments:
You KNOW you are getting older when you are in the check out line of Wal-Mart with your 4 and 5 year old in tow and after expressing how they wear you out the checkout clerk asks you "How old are your GRANDCHILDREN??!!!" I am only 42 - AND - I had fluffed up that day - boy if that wasn't a kick in the 'ol ego - I dunno what is!
The only thing that makes me feel older is that I could never drink the crappy beer I used to swig when I was younger. No, I've turned in to a beer snob. Other than that, I've yet to see any hint of maturity. No aches, no pains, and the sex is better than ever!
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