That’s what my Dad calls it, old timers. When you start to lose your memory – he calls it old timers. He also drinks The Beast and wears some of the same clothes he had in high school, so he’s not right about everything. But, I think I might have his fake disease.

Old Timers Disease. A severe case.

Last week my friend Kay texted me at 7:30 AM. She said, “Are you on your way?” I thought, where am I supposed to be at 7:30 AM? She must be thinking of our bike ride, scheduled for Tuesday. I double-checked the text to verify that I was right.

Nope. Old timers.

This past Monday, June 18, I was scheduled to babysit my friend Megan’s three little ones. Her son Chandon is the twinkies best friend, she also has a three year old set of boy/girl twins. Originally I was supposed to watch them in July for a day while her husband was home on R & R. Andy got in a little early, so she rescheduled their day cruise and my babysitting services. No problem, what’s a few more kids on the pile? Plus, I totally owe her – Megan’s has saved my giant arse on more than one occasion.

Sunday afternoon I got ready. The twinkies had a t-ball game Monday, so I picked up stuff for crock pot mac & cheese and hot dogs for dinner. I also got chicken nuggets and french fries for lunch and two boxes of Capri Sun. I was ready. Monday morning I got up at six and instead of reading blogs I showered and un-scaried my face. At 6:30 I realized I hadn’t solidified when they were being dropped off, so I texted Megan and asked if today was the day I was watching her kids.

While I waited for her to respond I checked my calendar.

Frick on a stick. FYI, I totally told Megan I was just double-checking. I’m sure she won’t read this blog post.

A few months ago my friend Jen asked if she could come visit in late July. She bought a ticket for July 25. I put her on my calendar in July. We discussed how the big kids wouldn’t be here when she came because of summer camp. I worked a visit from my mother-in-law and my friends Suzanne and Robyn around Jen’s trip. This last week we started to solidify what she wanted to do while she was here. She’s never been to Alaska. This trip is a birthday present, just her – no husband or kids. We haven’t seen each other since 2008.

She’s been planning like crazy. Talking a lot. On Monday night we Facebook chatted about the visit, really getting plans in order. She signed off with, “ok bye I’ll call you when I’m on my way or the day before.” I thought, that’s weird, it’s a month away – I’ll totally talk to her before then. What a weirdo.

Yesterday I got an email from her that ended with, “ugh..packing!”

Packing a month ahead? It’s a good thing we’ve been friend for more than 15 years or I’d dump her for being neurotic and weird.

Then I scrolled down to the itinerary she sent me forever ago…

Yes, that says June not July. Also – less than a week away.

Old timers.

I have it.