Gettin Old

I realized, finally, that I am getting old.  No, it wasn't the fact that I have thinning hair (thanks for pointing that out at Easter dinner Mom), or that I have trouble walking up and down stairs, or even that I have a child about to graduate from college.  No, what finally provided the proof was something as simple as an office chair.

I was at work late last week, and was working at a bench that is just a tad higher than a desk.  We have some stools that are okay to sit in, but I was longing for a chair that had arms, and that I could lean my old, weary body back into.  I grabbed an extra chair from the conference room and sat down.  It was set too high to give me the level of comfort I so desperately longed for, so I used the release on the side to lower it.

Now comes the old part.  The feeling I got in the pit of my stomach, was like when I was a kid, and my Dad drove us to my Aunt and Uncles house.  We drove on County Line Road, because they were building C-470 across a new suburb named Highlands Ranch.  I know, another indicator of being old.  Who else remembers watching the C-470 highway being built?

Anyway, my Dad would drive just fast enough, that when we would crest the many steep hills that used to be County Line Road (they flattened out all the good ones), I would "lose my stomach".  Not sure if you know the feeling I am talking about, but it was awesome when I was a kid.  I experienced it on that drive, and riding the Twister at Elitches, or the Cyclone at Lakeside.  So hopefully you get it now.

Yea,  I felt that LOWERING AN OFFICE CHAIR!!!!!

I am old.

Peace,
Woody

Sleep and Dreams

Okay, here's the deal, I have recurring dreams from time to time, and I have been having this one lately:

I am either back in high school, or back in college, both of which I finished, so I don't know why I am "back".  Anywho, I am faced with the fact that I know I haven't been keeping up with my homework, and actually I don't even know what or where my classes are.  I can't determine the level of knowledge I am trying to gain because it seems like they are college classes, but I am headed to the administration office of my high school.  Where it used to be, the office next to the auditorium, on the Newark Street side, those of you from ACHS back in the day will understand.

So off to the admin office I go, when I somehow wander down the hall, which if I remember correctly has a ramp down, passes by the counselors office, the nurses office, and ends up near the band and choir rooms.  Yes I know where the band room was, I was not only the captain of the football team, but also lettered in band!

Anyway, I just wander around the school until I eventually wake up.  Some night I hope I sleep long enough to make it to a class to see if I actually BS my way through not being prepared for class.

Not sure what this dream means, but I have had it a few times......

Peace,
Woody

Back Again

Not really our boxes..

Hello everyone, I am back yet again from another blogging hiatus.  Since last we spoke, Kim and I closed on our first owned home together, and moved all of the stuff from our apartment to the house.  What a long couple of weeks it was.  In between work, Joeys baseball, and all the other parts of life, we managed to get almost everything moved by ourselves. 

Joey Pitching

The only things we needed help with were 2 dressers, a couch, a loveseat, and an old 65 inch rear projection TV that weighs more than the earth itself.  I think we actually slowed the rotation of the earth as Mike drove his truck with the TV in the bed.

Now comes the fun parts, unpacking everything, and cleaning the apartment to get our deposit back.  Now I am sure some of you may have stories of trying to get your deposit back, the stories that include me go like this:  "This _____ is _____  therefore we are deducting $___.__ from your deposit."  Repeat until there is no deposit left.  This time needs to be different, and Kim is ready for a fight.

I will let you know how it goes.

The other thing that will I am sure be fodder for this blog, is that Corey is moving in with us.  We are very excited to have him there, I really miss having him around, but he has been used to living by himself for a while, and 12 year old, only-child, Keara is about to share a Jack-and-Jill bathroom with Corey.  This along with the fact that they share a similar level of stubborn-ism should make for some amusing anecdotes.

Well, I will try to post more often when thing slow down, I know how the 3 followers I have wait with baited breath for my next post.  Until then........

Peace,
Woody