Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Robert Plant 'Now And Zen'
In radio, we tend to say things we really don’t mean in order to fire up the listeners. Usually, the phone lines will light up and people just start flinging their venom. And that’s what I did with yesterday’s blog entry. I had no idea that my friend Christine would call me up during the season finale of The Closer to tell me how asinine it was. I also didn’t expect Kristina to fire an email at my head to tell me how stupid I was and how she had misjudged me.
All I wanted to do was stir things up a bit since it had been so long since I had written a blog. I thought folks would post comments and point out to their friends my brainless blog entry… Oh well… I tried and it didn’t work.
So with the advice from Christine and Kristina… I will stick with what I really believe and leave the dumb fun to Chris Kelly.
I’m on the verge of turning 41 and I am falling apart…
Remember the entry where I wrote about my left leg tingling from the knee down?
Well… I thought it was a nerve problem and while at work one day I dropped to one knee to write something on the promotions board. Immediately I felt white hot burning pain! It had to be connected to that previous problem and it had to be a nerve deal. Jeez!
I’ve also been having a tingling left shoulder blade since that tingling leg incident. For no reason at all, my shoulder will just start tingling. And the weird thing is that I like that. It feels kind of good. I think that it has something to do with the self-diagnosed nerve problem.
My eyes are going too. I can’t read things in low light anymore and I have to hold everything away from my face. I’m just a few steps away from getting those glasses hanging around my neck like the librarians of the old days.
I’m starting to feel like an old Checker Cab… Big and roomy with hard to find parts going bad.
There’s something I don’t understand about all this aging stuff… Why am I still getting pimples and other skin eruptions?
I have one of the most active T-zones in the world! Oh sure… I still look much younger than my 41 years, but I’m tired of pimples!
When I picked up some beer for my (sometimes angry) friend Christine’s birthday party on September 1st… I was carded. The cashier thought I was actually in my upper 20’s!
When I was dating my ex-fiancée, we once hit a grocery store for her wine and my beer. When I had my drinks rung up, the cashier asked for my ID. No problem. When the same cashier rang up her wine, she didn’t ask for any ID. This shriveled her grape…
“How old do you think I am?!” she asked. “He’s 9 damn years older than me!”
Man, she lost it. She couldn’t believe what happened to her and she managed to form a small complex over it. Anytime someone would card me, she would roll her eyes and huff loudly. Being 9 years older than her made me seem ancient. That and watching Hawaii Five-O during their first runs.
Damn… I am getting old.