I'm Getting Old...

Grandma came over today with an early surprise for the kids. Since she will be in California for Christmas, she brought over her Christmas present early. The boys where so excited, to open, her carefully rapped gift. Momma made them wait, while she got her camera ready, but the excitement was to great for Gage, as you could hear paper slowly being torn, as she ran to gather up the camera. "It's a Wii", they exclaimed. Jayce held it high over his head as he admired their present. Soon there where Wii parts every. Orders were given, to Dad, to hook it up. So we have been playing with it for about three hours and my ass is whipped. I have concluded that I am a child of the Pac-Man era. My old ass, belongs glued to a chair, staring at a screen for hours on end...and not jumping around like a retard in the living room. Between, that damn rock-n-roll and this new Wii, my age is showing. I am by no means as old as some people I know (Kim), but what happened to just sitting in front of a TV with your Pong or Atari, for a 36 hour marathon, knocking around a ball with a line, and loving it. A few of our Xbox 360 games contain clip-its of the old Pitfall, and Missile Command and my boys love 'em. They laugh and they ask, "this is what video games used to be like in the olden days"? I laugh and say, "yes, and we loved 'em" just as much as you love your new games". I also tell them that our parents worked in the mines before they had shovels, they had to use their hands. They walked to and from work in 10 feet of snow, up hill, both ways, with no shoes. My how far we have come in the world of technology. Now, if I could just get one of them to build me a new disk for my spine, that I believe, I threw out playing boxing on the Wii. I think I'll just stick to my sit on my ass, while I type, laptop for the rest of the night...at least till some young, punk comes up with a room sized, roll up keyboard, forcing us old folk to jump around the room typing IM messages to each other.