See, here's the thing; I love my blog readers, I love you blog writers out there ... but sometimes, (with apologies to Myrow and Gordon):
You make me feel so old;
You make me feel un-apropos;
And every time you start to blog,
I get brain fog, just like a dying dog.
I'm not one of those bloggers who feels pressed to confess my real name, my weight, my children's names, etc., etc., but I will admit that I'm no spring chicken, so would you do me a favor and stop freaking out that you're turning 30? OK? Is it too much to ask--even of a pipsqueak whose mother's milk is still wet on his lips because he is, in case I forgot, due to my impending Alzheimer's Disease--about to turn 30???
Thank you.
So, because I'm not going to upload a scan of my driver's license, here is the proof, if any is needed, that I am not Generation X or Y or Z or even Generation A-prime. I'm a baby-boomer. I didn't watch this on Saturday morning; I watched this.
Mine is the first, the original Spiderman--not that other one, and certainly not the live-action ones starring what's-his-name--you know--that whippersnapper who probably isn't even 30 yet either.
p.s. For you Ramones fans--I didn't watch this one either. But I would have liked it. I like this one, too.
Hey, I'm a baby boomer also! (Technically.)
ReplyDeleteI remember Quisp. I went to the Montreal Expo. I would have gone to Woodstock, but I had Little League.
-J.
Can I freak out just a teeny tiny little bit about turning 40 in a couple of months, though? Pretty please?
ReplyDeleteYeah, I'd like to know the answer to that question, too, because I am planning a full blow freak out for that one. Also in a couple of months.
ReplyDeleteAt 50+, I'm pretty sure I'm the Longest In the Tooth around these here parts. It's a bit strange in that all my friends are now in their 30's and 40's - parents of school mates of my sons. The hardest part is staying empathetic to their worries and troubles; I want to yell "This SHIT isn't going to bother you at ALL when you're 50! Trust me on this one! You will no longer care what others think - you will be focused on being true to your values and ideals." But I don't say it - I remember life being difficult at late 30's and early 40's - hormones are wonky, first signs of aging are scary, the aches and pains start up, depression can be a problem. By 50, you've figured it out alot and there is a powerful surge of self-satisfaction and well being. You do have more aches and pains, and it's alot more work to stay in shape.
ReplyDeleteTrust me on this one. 50 is a great time in one's life. I had heard it from many women friends and I thought they were shooting smoke. It is a truly powerful age.
What Vickee said.
ReplyDelete"The problem with having children so late is having to hang out with YOU WHINEY PIPSQUEAKS" she shouted, waving her cane fiercely.