This morning while I was out shopping (in a snowstorm yet) for the final touches to the Bloggerpalooza, Bill said to me "What? Are you in your second childhood?" A valid question since I entered my eight decade of existence on this earth. Born in 1941, a month before Pearl Harbor, I am now of the older generation. But you know what folks? I don't feel that way. Oh sure, when I get up on the morning I ache all over. "Arthur Ritis" is a permanent guest in my house.
|Hi, my name is "Ron" and I'm an Oldie Goldie|
My body may be aging, I may be more forgetful these days with more and more of my brain cells dying off but I have never lost the zest for life.
|Smiling, even in the dentist's chair!|
I still love music, from the Fifties through the Sixties to the Seventies (perhaps my favorite decade) and even the Eighties. Hey, there is even music today (Adele) that I love. And I love glitter. Oh boy do I ever LOVE glitter.
I've never lost my sense of humor or my fondness for teasing. Thank God I haven't turned into one of those curmudgeons like so many men of my age. Have you seen some of those guys? They look like constipated bullfrogs.
So there I was this morning at Michael's, buying tiaras for the Bloggerpalooza (I heard there were some queens attending) and Bill says "You must be in your second childhood." No folks, I never grew out of my original childhood. And I hope I never do.
|Some lucky person at the Bloggerpalooza will get this hat at a drawing at the Bloggerpalooza|