Friday, March 23, 2007

I, Fogey
You kids get the hell off my lawn!!

Even though I'm only 47, it's entirely possible that I'm already an old fogey. Could it be that this entire post is just a senior moment?

I was thinking the other day that it's amazing the things that go through your head when you're driving and you've just given up music for Lent. Superficially, that's what I gave up. What I'm really striving towards is the strength to deal with debt. Two months out of work has really beat-up the credit cards. Thank goodness for my retirement check from the Marine Corps.

Oops, I'm rambling.... focus Caveman, focus. Like I was saying, it's weird the things that go through your head when there's nothing but silence when driving.

Example: (as I randomly choose a year) Remember when we were kids, we would refer to the year 1908 as "nineteen oh eight". Only those decrepit old fogies would refer to that particular year as (insert creaky old man voice here) "nineteen hundred and eight".

But then it hit me. I don't refer to this year as "twenty oh seven".... I call it "two thousand and seven". Am I talking just like the old farts that I use to make fun of? Sure am.

What's next? Driving 35 in a 45 zone... in the fast lane? Referring to my time in the Marines as "The Old Corps"? Turning on the heater in my house... in August? Randomly finishing sentences with the phrase by cracky? Even though I grew up on Guam and in San Diego, will I start telling children how I use to walk 5 miles in the snow to go to school?

Well, whatever may come to be, I'll have to deal about it later. Mrs. Caveman and I need to hurry so we won't be late to the 4:00 Blue Plate Dinner Special... by cracky.

5 Comments:

Anonymous motes said...

47 !!!! Jeez, I'm 49! You kids these days! LOL!

I think you have to have your "fall" before you can say "cracky"
My biggest problem is mixing up my meds...you know, taking Cialis instead of my gout meds.....not a pretty sight.

Other than that I do pretty good, although I AM concentrating on remembering to wear pants to the blue plate special.
What was the question?

7:22 PM  
Blogger tara said...

Just wait till you turn 50! It's an odd concept--all of sudden you begin to feel like the world is passing by you--people don't seem to notice you, my friend describes it as you become, "wallflowers" your there but no one notices--it's a weird feeling. Oh, and the reason you have to get the Blue Plate Dinner Special at 4:00 is because you'll fall asleep in your chair at 9:00.

7:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Vir,

As another 47 year old geezer--your not an old fogey until you walked to school 5 miles in the snow--uphill both ways, Then your old school.

It was the Old Corps, like I was in the Old Army--two changes to the fatigues, I mean Bdu's, I mean whatever their called now.

Besides, these young kids can't even carry a full length rifle, not like us real men with m16's!

Ignorant Redneck

7:55 PM  
Blogger Former Altar Boy said...

Vir,
Got you beat in the age department so the post was especially funny!

PS I really did walk up hill (only one mile) to school in the snow (winter only). The return trip was easier!!!

11:47 AM  
Blogger 4HisChurch said...

Does *anyone* refer to this year as Twenty-O-seven?

7:04 AM  

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