"Hello world....how've you been? Good to see you, my old friend...."
Lady Antebellum - "Hello World"
Now that I've greeted you all - I apologize for the long delay between entries. Life sometimes gets in the way of all the fun stuff I like to do. Like this. Plus, I've had a hectic last few weeks, and that's what I want to discuss today.
For those that night not have seen, about 10 days ago, for a myriad of reasons, I had to have 6 teeth pulled. That's a decent amount of teeth, and although most were in the back, there were a couple in the front that had to go. Countless shots to the mouth over the years with baseballs, hockey pucks, and just bad genetics had rendered these teeth as useless as a politician's promises. So, instead of looking like a picket fence in Mayberry, I had a partial denture made and put in the same day they pulled the teeth. I have had to have it adjusted as the swelling goes down, but on the whole I'm pretty happy with it. My speech was affected for a few days, and I'm still getting used to eating regular food with it, but it's getting better every day. My point is this. I am not yet 40 - less than a month away, but still, not yet 40. I now have false teeth. I will be 40 on August 10. I am officially becoming an old person - and like most old people, my memory is starting to go - because I don't remember how this happened. It seems like yesterday I was in High School. Not a care in the world. Now, I have a stepson who is only 2 years away from being there. My appearance changed. I was 155 pounds when I graduated. Now I struggle to stay below 200, no matter what I eat, or how much I exercise, which I really should do more of. I just finished a 4 day Camp for hockey referees where we skated our legs off - and there were kids LESS THAN HALF MY AGE THERE and I'll tell you - it's hard to keep up with 15 and 16 year olds.
I joked the other day that my in-laws taught me a couple of weeks ago how to play Pinochle and that it was a lot of fun, but when I combine playing Pinochle with false teeth and turning 40, I'm about 2 steps away from dark socks with sandals, a fishing hat and "YOU KIDS STAY OFF OF MY GRASS!"
Rest assured, I will not go down without a fight. I still have enough youth in me to look forward to the new Disturbed album coming out August 31!
I pose the question to you all - are you starting to feel old? If so, what was the defining moment where youth slipped away, and going to bed at 10:00 on a semi-regular basis became acceptable? Comments as always are welcome here, or on Facebook under the link to this entry. In the meantime, I better go put my teeth in....
