Rantings Diversified

I was talking with an old friend the other day and she called me ‘older than dirt’.  Of course I said ‘Heck I call dirt, junior’.  Does this mean I’m old?
What happened to, “you’re only as old as you feel”?
I’m not that old, though I do remember the invention of agriculture.
I use to call my first wife, “Hun”, mainly because…well, she was one.
My first car was made in Italy…A Roman Chariot.
So to all of you who are, shall we say, not in your 30’s anymore, would you really give up your experience and knowledge for smooth skin and a flat stomach?  I wouldn’t.  Ageing is all part of the plan.  I’ve said here before that all the little aches and pains, the reading glasses, the receding hair line even the graying hair I wear as a badge of honor.  Damn!  I’ve made it this long and am still kicking, learning, complaining and most importantly still laughing.  I like to say that whatever age I am I’m still 19 at heart.  This is true but I really wouldn’t want to be 19 years old today.  Things are tough for our kids.  Some of the dumb things we did as kids today would land a 19yo in jail.
Anyways, have you tried to talk to a 19yo recently?  They are all crazy.  They think they know everything!  
I know at 19 I knew it all.  Luckily for me I got better.
I like where I’m at right now.  I know that the majority of my life is behind me, provided I don’t live to be 110 but I also know that there are a lot of good things to come.  So, don’t call me old.  I’m not old yet.  I may be more experienced and more knowledgeable than a 19yo.  Oh, yea and I may have knees that forecast the weather but that’s all to be expected.  It’s OK.  I like my age.  So that’s it.  It’s decided.  I’m not old but I’m getting there.
There are three signs of old age. The first is your loss of memory. I forget the other two.