You know you're starting to lose it when...

For some reason dinner is something I never forget.

THE LIE
BECOMES GLOBALLY THE TRUTH
and you who yet SPEAK truth
BECOME THE ENEMY

Yep. Definitely fits the bill of someone who already lost it.

See what we have to look forward to?

Well I did speak the truth in the one instance.

My Mom used to say, "The ... you know, the What's-it..."

The puerto rican did the same thing to me this week, I was going to the market and he said we need trash bags, I swore I had just bought some, and sure enough, I buy more and put them in to cabinet and there was the trash bags I had just bought. Now we probably have enough to last a year!

lol hahaha

Ok the word finally came to me … “deal”

So you can remember something … you replace it with the deal.

You know .. the deal.

My mother's term was the "blah-blah".

In our family it was..."...the watchacall." (Or, whatchacall, if you prefer.)

My mother used the term shlekht eyngl, which just means bad boy

Thingamajig ...

Recently I have noticed a compulsion to want to “see” the word I am looking for or spell it in my mind. Then I have it.

Hope I never get to:
“Oh, come on, man. You know what I mean.”

Forgetting to close the barn door is one way to find that you're over the hill.

But then, kids do that too.

You get a sudden realization when you visit your home country for the first time in two decades, and some teenager walks up to you at a family gathering, shakes your hand, and says "I'm so happy to finally meet you, Grandpa!"

It's one of the bittersweet feelings that come with age...

It's also an epiphany when you realize that you are the oldest person alive in your family line.

I don't know where my sister got it, but she says, "You know -- the yazzah-yazzah..."

I always forget the name for steroid

Steroid

ok bro

Drove to school the other day (I teach in a local Okinawan middle school). Nice weather (pleasant light early morning rain), usual traffic, same old route for the past 19 years... Got there, went to park in my usual place but someone else was already parked there (which should have been a hint) so I took another place a bit further down the lot. Grabbed my briefcase, went into the school. In Japan, we have a foyer where we take off our shoes and put on indoor slippers or soft shoes (cleanliness, floor care, easier on the feet, hygienic, etc.). Found that my indoor footwear was missing. Suddenly realized I had driven to the wrong school. I stopped teaching there last year and had been assigned to the middle school about 2 miles nearer my home.

It took a second to understand the look of surprise on my (former) colleagues' faces.

It's also a bit strange to realize that I am the oldest person teaching in either school. Most teachers retire at age 65; I am 3 years over that and older than the principal (who is often the senior person in the school, and readying for retirement himself). In Japan, that gets you a lot of respect.

After that shenanigan - you are likely going to be forced into retirement!