I'm getting old.

I'm getting old - I'm turning the TV off, turning old music on, complaining about my aching joints, trying to eat healthy, and minding my weight from a non-vanity standpoint. And oh yeah, I almost forgot...I'm forgetting things.

Get it? HA. I'm telling bad jokes too. Give me three days and I'll have a Golden Girls haircut.

So yes, that's what I've noticed in the hour I've been awake.

Turning the TV off (day four): Still wanted to watch it. I admit, I watched about five minutes fo the Today show, but after five minutes of a tribute to Jill Rappaport's dog, Jack, who just passed away, I realized that if I'm gonna cheat (or hell, if I'm gonna watch TV period), I might as well make it worth it. My condolences to Ms Rappaport, I just don't really have any interest in the segment on a news program.

Turning Old Music On: I don't know how I got into this, but I downloaded just about the entire catalogs of Sam Cooke and Otis Redding. I think that when I get married, I want one of those cover bands that do all of those Motown and Soul songs to play, like on Animal House. I went to a wedding once where one played and I swear I've never had so much fun in my whole life.

Complaining about my aching joints: My knee hurts :(. It's one of those pains that I KNOW isn't anything serious, just a signal that I'm out of shape. My teeth hurt too, but it's probably because I haven't been to the dentist in a billion years.

Trying to eat healthy: I got up this morning and had some Honey Nut Chex and Strawberry Chex, both of which should just be called High Fructose Corn Syrup and/or Sugar Chex. There's only a negligible amount of honey, nuts and/or strawberries. I'm fairly certain that bit'o'honey candy bars and Strawberry Shortcake Dolls have more natural ingredients than these do. Now I feel ill. I'm a little cranky at myself for starting the day out badly like that.

Minding my weight from a non-vanity standpoint: I rarely, if ever, get on the scale, as I really only have one rule - as long as my clothes fit, I'm fine. I don't want to get obsessive about numbers, because they don't mean anything. Even BMI means relatively little - according to those measurements, professional athletes are obese. So my scale basically sits under my bathroom cabinet and does nothing for 364 days a year. My roommate commented the other day that she noticed that she lost weight, however, so I got curious and pulled out the scale. And I remembered why my scale is so stressful. I compare it to scoring figure skating - you throw out the high and low scores, and the middle 5 are averaged. Seriously - there's a TWELVE POUND range on this thing, and I bought it because it said it was super-ACCURATE! Anyway, I did lose a little, and since my doctor might yell at me next time I see her, I'm going to call a nutritionist (hey, it's insured) and see if they can advise me on how to gain a few and enjoy it without a) going overboard and b) having it all go straight to my thighs. We'll see.

I'm forgetting things: I talked to Melissa over email yesterday about her trip to Greece (DG Melissa, not roommate Melissa) and I had told her that I'd recommend a hotel in Santorini, which I'm still working on finding. It was SUCH a great hotel, the woman was really nice, it was central to everything and it was only about 40 Euros a night, which is UNHEARD OF in Santorini - DURING THE OLYMPICS. The only drawback (hence the price) was that it didn't have a view from the Caldera, which is a little overrated, in my opinion. You have to lug all of your luggage down the hill or hire a donkey (no cars, it's all alleyways), then you're right on top of another room and another hotel on a slightly less-than-vertical cliff for hundreds of feet. The hotel we stayed at is at the TOP of the Caldera, near a good restaurant, has a pool, air conditioning, and most importantly - takes reservations. If you go to the Greek Isles, you'll find that Greece, for being one of the earliest, most civilized countries on Earth, does NOT like to plan a lot. You just go with the flow. They make Jamaica look like Manhattan. Anyway, I can't remember the name of this hotel for the LIFE of me, and neither does my sister. I almost called Let's Go to ask what it was they recommended that year, but I KNOW I'll eventually remember it. At this point, it's not so much to help Melissa (though I do want to get it to her), it's more for my own sanity that I figure this damn thing out.

Okay, off to coffee.