Posted on 06/09/2010 10:16:33 AM PDT by Leigh Patrick Sullivan
As I face the beginning of The Mountain of Lifes Ultimate Peak/It's All Downhill From Here/Greying Temples/Wrinkles/The Music's Too Loud/These Little Blue Pills are Great years, I do so sans hesitation or dread.
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Been there, done that. Ain’t going back.
Ah, yes 40. The year my metabolism stopped, reading glasses became required equipment and I got my first dental fillings. Those were the good old days!
Forty is nuthin’ - I’ve got the big 5-0 coming up this year.
Forty, 50, phhht. Lookin’ at 70.
I turned 40 in 2009 and it is great. Don’t care what people think (except wife and kids (occasionally kids...lol) and it just seems so much better.
40 is just a number that ends in 0. Stop thinking in base ten and the whole issue goes away. In hex you’re only 28.
Ah yes, 40. I seriously considered filing a complaint against my optometrist for using the “b” word in his discussion with me. You know the one—bifocals.
Actually it is just the first anniversary of your 39th birthday.
"The best years are the forties; after fifty a man begins to deteriorate, but in the forties he is at the maximum of his villainy." — H. L. Mencken
I’m less than 7 in dog years.
Hey, it beats NOT hitting the big 4-0 !
Getting older sucks, but it sure beats the alternative.
Now excuse me. I have to go invent dirt again.
40
Yep that’s the year the metabolism really slows down.
40 didn’t bother me, I celebrated it by being at Mt.Rushmore on my birthday.
The approaching benchmark of 50 in a few years, feels way different than 40.
I do appreciate every birthday that goes by, as I’ve seen several of my young aunts and uncles pass away since my 40th. I no longer think that 60 is “too young” to go. Or even 54, the age of my most fun uncle, who got gall bladder cancer that spread to his liver. 54. He was 10 years younger than me and seemed like a cousin or brother rather than an uncle.
Embracing every year that one is alive is the way to be. Never counting on anything as fleeting and fragile as life.
Every year is a blessing, no matter if it’s a good or bad year, Obama or noBama. Living through The Regime, I’m taking it as a test of strength, a test of patience, a chance to be involved and embrace Liberty and not let go.
A very Happy Birthday to you!
i celibrated my 50th birthday (07dec1951) on my birthday at pearl harbor (60th anniversary).
i am in the best shape i have been in in 20 years.
A classic from Larry Miller:
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we’re kids?
If you’re less than 10 years old, you’re so excited about aging that you think in fractions. ‘How old are you?’
‘I’m four and A HALF!’
You’re never thirty-six and a half. You’re four and a half, going on five! That’s the key.
You get into your teens, now they can’t hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.
‘How old are you?’
’I’m GONNA be 16!’
You could be 13, but hey, you’re gonna be 16!
And then the greatest day of your life ! You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony.
“You BECOME 21. Yesss!!! “
But then you
TURN 30.
Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There’s no fun now, you’re Just a sour-dumpling. What’s wrong? What’s changed?
You BECOME 21
You TURN 30
then you’re PUSHING 40.
Whoa! Put on the brakes, it’s all slipping away.
Before you know it,
you REACH 50
and your dreams are gone.
But wait!!!
You MAKE it to 60.
You didn’t think you would!
So you
BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.
You’ve built up so much speed
that you HIT 70!
After that it’s a day-by-day thing;
you HIT Wednesday!
You GET INTO your 80’s
and every day is a complete cycle;
you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime.
And it doesn’t end there.
Into the 90s, you start going backwards;
‘I WAS JUST 92.’
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again.
‘How old are you?’
‘I’m 100 AND A HALF!’
May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!
I haven’t been to Pearl Harbor yet. My husband spent 2 weeks training with his WI Air Nat’l Guard unit in Hawaii and he saw Pearl Harbor then.
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