I have heard it said that 50 is the 'new' 20, or 40 or something other than 50. If that is true, then why is it everyone who ISN'T 50 calls me 'sir' and asks me, " You OK to stand, do you need to sit down"?

I find that as I am now 50 years of age many people (when I say people I am referring primarily to my kids, their friends, and the general public - most of whom I have not met) tend to become......well, stupid. I don't remember doing some of the things (when I was younger) that I see and deal with on a daily basis .

Want an example? I don't remember approaching my dad (with what appeared to be a spark plug wire in my hand) and say "the car won't start. I opened the hood and found this just hanging there so I took it out and now it won't start." I'm not saying I didn't do that, I just don't remember it....but it has happened in my household....twice.

I also find things that I grew up with have 'gone away'. Not that I think life should not change....it should, variety is the spice of life....but sometimes I have to wonder who is coming up with this stuff.

So, I'm writing about these wonderful experiences. Many of them may be familiar to you...maybe you have one to share of your own. Life, however difficult, can be a wonderful laughter filled journey....and laughter is truly the best medicine of all.

So that I don't get angry emails.....I am very happy with my life. I love my wife, appreciate my family and friends...and I love my children very much. But as Bill Cosby once said, "I just hope they leave the house before I die."







Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Snobbery 101

I find as I get older I tend to care less about those 'things' that (I am told) I should care about.  Not that I am a snob or anything..."I do believe I asked for NO pickles on my Whopper...send this slop back immediately!"  I just feel at this point of my life I'm pretty much content...I mean, I've eaten Sushi and I've had Sex (once I did both in the same night....but that's another story) I've lived....why worry about the silly stuff?
Well, try to tell that to your teenage daughter. 

One evening my wife and I were going out to dinner.  This was one of those occasions where it was just the two of us...with real pauses in the conversation, an entree that did not involve cheese fries, and a server that had not arrived in Baton Rouge that morning from the Valley....(Oh my God, I'm like Brittany and I'm so excited that I will be like serving you guys tonight...so sit back and like relax because like I hope you're like hungry hungry hippos!  BANG!  Poor Brittany doesn't get to day 2).  Anyway, I come out dressed in a pair of Khaki pants and a button down shirt.  My daughter sees me....(her words in bold)

What are you wearing?
Well, my Tarzan suit is dirty so I thought I'd wear this.
No Dad....what (pointing to my belt) is that?
It's a belt...glad to see all that money for schooling went to good use.
No Dad (making a face as if to say "you are such a neanderthal how do you walk upright")...why is it black?
(answering somewhat confused) Because it wants to be?
Do you know you're not supposed to wear that with Khaki?
What, not wear a belt?  Seriously, my pants would fall down.
GEEZ DAD...you don't wear a black belt with Khaki pants!
Why the hell not?  What difference does it make?
MOM!  Tell him you don't wear a black belt with....Oh my God....Black shoes!  You're wearing black shoes?
I could go barefoot dammit...leave me alone!
MOM...do you see how he is dressed?  How can you go out in public with him?

*Now...my wife...the love of my life, my best friend, my counsel, my hope, my dreams says, "Yea, I just don't go where I might know anyone"

What the hell is wrong with the both of you?
Dad...brown belt and brown shoes with Khaki.
Why?
DOES IT MATTER?
Yes
GO CHANGE!
I don't own a brown belt or brown shoes.  Black shoes and a black belt are formal attire.
Formal?  For what?  Where are you going?  What kind of place is this?  A TIE is formal, did you just forget about the tie...or is it just formal when it comes to a belt and shoes?
Leave me alone.
Fine...I don't know you.
Really?....That'll work till you need money.

Needless to say for Christmas that year I got.....yup....a pair of brown shoes and a brown belt.
And yes, I wear them....and yes, with Khaki pants...and yes, my daughter still checks to make sure.

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