Do you remember that one from school? Except, of course it wasn't Geezer delegation, it was Bluejays, Bulldogs, Cardinals, Eagles, Zizzers, Lions, Tigers, Bears, oh my........
Then, ya stood, ya stomped your feet a little harder (Foot stomping is designated by CAP letters, uh huh, is)
So..
THUNDER THUNDER THUNDERATION, WE'RE THE GEEZER DELEGATION, WHEN WE FIGHT WITH DETERMINATION, WE'LL CREATE A SENSATION!
Victor? Tea? China?.... Ya know, I just ain't real sure, we went from Epstein to ICE to Epstein to Tariffs, SCOTUS no Tariffs, to Epstein, to Iran... I can't keep up.. dunno the price of tea in China.
Ohhhhhhhhhh.... you meant 'the thunderation thing!'... as in, whatinthehell does it have to do with anything?
Yesterday I admitted to a difficulty for not being all WHOOP TEE DOO over Spring Forward.... Breaker 1 9... no wait, that ain't it, that was years ago...... I'm pressing down the speaker button to say "Yes, I admit to MEH on all the whoop tee doo perceived excitement.
A fraternity brother called me CRABBY.
TWICE.
I blocked him.
I stand by saying "huh uh" to "Things I can't do anymore for $300 Ken"..... you know, like, high jump, long jump, strikeout in slopitch, go you chicken fat, walk, run, yoga... well, I can walk, but not far, not long... my point was, on this... I simply can't do some things (and whilst sure, that's me, me, me blog crap, I also know you either can't do many a the physical things you usedta do, and hey, that's ok. That ain't a SpongeBob Krabby Patty, that's matt're de fact.
Then, some'a the other junk I (and mebbe you too) have learned to "Just say no" to... for me, stuff like dating, fast dancing, learning a foreign language, cruise, yada... that stuff. DON'T WANNA stuff... and that's the/a joy of being a just say no GEEZER.
I ain't here to argue, nor stickup for my side, what I said... I mean hells bells, I don't need to, I blocked him.
jk, didn't. But my point today is, SPRING FORWARD sounds like someone who commutes, still gets an occasional pimple, still has a flat belly, chases kids around the yard so they don't run over 'em with the mower, raises money for the PTA in between trips to the YMCA, pays a hairdresser way too damn much for "I think I want blonde this month", sees the Jones on the Interstate ahead, cranks the cruise control to dangerous "Honey you're gonna get a ticket" levels.. subconsciously thinking "I don't care, I must keep up with, surpass, the Jones."
That. That I ain't got no mo' use for today.
Not crabby.... realist.
Then, that guy (before I blocked him) suggested I "get up on the other side of bed" today. Duh, there's a wall over there.
The guy (I really didn't block) was actually trying to help me. Huh uh, he just didn't get my drift, which, I know my writing can/does suck, hard to 'cipher.
The blog was kinda sorta intended to encapsulate all that comes with being a Geezer. Good and bad. CAN'T and or, DON'T WANNA.
CHOICES. What usedta be "HERSCHEL be careful with that weedwacker, you'll chop Jimmy's toes off... and, you got twenty minutes then we gotta get ready to go to Sally's Parent Teacher conference." There aint no choices there.
Now, in GEEZER life, it's "Here kid, I'll pay'ya $40 to mow, cut it every two weeks all summer".... and then, your buddies text.... back in the day you'd answer "OK, gimme 30 minutes, I gotta shower and shave..' NOW, as a GEEZER you, me are privileged to be able to say "Nothing personal Harley, I'm not much of a Chinese food person, you guys go ahead, enjoy, truly, I'll catch up with you next week when we go to Fat Boy's BBQ." No anger, no "He's a grouchy old dude."
CAN'T......... DON'T WANNA... I don't call that crabby... I call it being real, and then, being real lucky to be in the GEEZER boat, having that ability to pick and choose.
THUNDER THUNDER THUNDERATION, WE'RE THE GEEZER DELEGATION, WHEN WE FIGHT WITH DETERMINATION, WE'LL CREATE A SENSATION!
Victurd, you tell 'em........ I'll stomp ma' feet. Deal.
Love, Victurd
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