I'm getting old. And, I don't like it. Here's how I know I'm getting old-er.
*I like eating at 5:00 pm. It gives me plenty of time to take a nap before bed time.
*11:30 pm seems REALLY late to me.
*Spencer likes to pitch to me and I play catcher, but if I play catcher for more than about 10 minutes it takes a drop and roll technique, plus 2 of my children and some type of lever to get me standing again.
*What were we talking about again . . .
*I played softball with The Journey the other night. I pulled a muscle in my rib cage, and sprained my wrist. Jennifer laughed at me when I told her I hurt my rib cage. She said I get hurt every game. That simply was not nice and she has been banned from coming to my games (but she's still my emergency contact).
*I frequently wonder about who will do MY funeral, since I'm the pastor . . .
*Is it just me or does it seem like everyone's going really fast all the time?
*I remember phrases like "Where's the beef?", I went to the first Indiana Jones in the theater, and remember the 80's bands from their first tours not their reunion shows.
Okay, that's enough for now, I'm tired, I've got to go take a nap.
