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I Think We Are Hording

Posted in Nonsense with tags , , , on April 16, 2011 by Bob

It was another rather productive cleaning day at the Richardson household today. We went through a lot of boxes, threw out enough things that I am worried it will be too heavy for them to pick up on Monday. We set aside 3 boxes of stuff to go to Good Will. We have a number of things that will be going into a garage sale somewhere at some time in the future. There will still a large number of things that “we” wanted to keep.

We kept things that we wrote in high school, the early years of college, and random other things that we decided that would be fun to keep. As we were doing this though, I thought to myself “WHY do I need to keep these? I didn’t write such good things then that I am going to make money off of them. I don’t think I will ever be famous enough that people will want them after I die. So that means, when I die, someone will just throw them out anyway. Why am I being so nostalgic now?

I say it is because I need to give myself a sense of accomplishment. Give myself the feeling that I did something. Have things to give to Tori in HS so she can just copy the work. I am pretty sure that none of the teachers I had will be still teaching when she is in high school.

Another good reason to keep this stuff is so that I can remind myself of what and who I was when I develop Alzheimer’s or some other disease that needs a memory reboot. I know that is kind of negative but it is a reason to keep stuff.
All of this  leads back to me being a hoarder. Hoarders make excuses like alcoholics. We find anywhere to keep things. We walk over piles, we pretend we don’t see the … wait a minute. I made the jump to “we” from “hoarders”. I have to go now. I have to head into the basement and start going through my newspaper stacks from 1984-95 and see if I can try to get rid of any of them.

Until next time, remember … “I find pack rats and hoarders fascinating. You know, they tend to be closet romantics.”


Time To Find The Fountain Of Youth

Posted in Nonsense, Tori with tags , , , , on January 10, 2011 by Bob
Don's Fountain of Youth

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I am 41 years old. My wife and I recently had our first child. I experienced something today that brought me to the titular statement. I am getting old. Go ahead and tell me that 41 is not that old, I understand that and I am not talking my physical age as such, although I could stand to get in better shape. I am talking my mental age. I am making myself old and “un-cool” before I need to. I ‘splain … no, is too much … I sum up.

I had to run an errand at lunch today, and based on the remaining time, decided to hit a fast food establishment that was around the corner from where I was. Now, the area where I work now is pretty much the area where I grew up. I know that at a few 30-40 min periods during the day, these restaurants will be flooded with high school students. I was one of those students 24-25 some odd years ago. Over the last couple of weeks that our office has been here, I have realized something I was not prepared for when I go to a fast food place. THE INSIPID CONVERSATIONS OF HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS!!!!

Breath … settle down … relax …

Ok, I am better. I haven’t indulged in much fast food the last few weeks however, I have been enough to realize that, unless I find a grand tolerance, I am NOT going to handle the teenage years well. I am going to be in my mid 50s when Tori is that age. I feel I get dumber listening to the kids NOW! I am not even sure what these kids were talking about, they didn’t use complete sentences. Even with that, they knew what they were talking about to each other. The worst part today, is that there were three groups, all loud, all assailing my ears with whatever it was they were talking about. To me, it seemed like they were talking with text message lingo.

I tried to think back to when I was in high school. Were we that vapid? Were our conversations THAT un-intelligible? Did we dress better for cold weather than these kids do? Wait, don’t even answer the last one. I went to H.S. smack dab in the middle of the 80’s. Cold or warm our clothes were bizarre. Our conversations though, were of course, nothing but intelligent, coherent, thought provoking … who am I kidding? I know for a fact that if I looked back at transcripts our conversations were just as bad, probably worse. I am not even going to venture to think of what we talked about, it would probably be depressing. It’s actually a little depressing that I can remember what we talked about. I blame lack of sleep and NOT old age. I do know that it wasn’t a John Hughes movie every day. I also know that you CAN NOT make a hot magical woman from a Barbie doll and a bra on your head.

My biggest fear of all of this is that I am going to be so out of touch with everything when Tori is older. I think I am going to have to start watching Gossip Girl or whatever the cool shows are so I can keep up to date. Either that or I have to make sure Tori only watches re-runs of Saved By The Bell as her only source of television. Even that was a little after my H.S. time. I am going to be that embarrassing father aren’t I?

Tori is getting to be one TALL little girl. By my measurement the other night, which I am sure is not all that accurate, she was pushing 24 inches. She is going to out grow her clothes by height LONG before she does by any other means.

Oh well, until next time, remember … “My C.O. went A.W.O.L. with a G.L. from the P.X. I gotta go A.S.A.P. See ya, A.C.”

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