Tuesday, January 13, 2009

XL

No, the title of the post is not my waist size… well, actually it is; but that’s not the point.

Today (the 14th) is my birthday – my 40th birthday.

Four-Oh.

Cuarenta.

Vierzig.

Cорок.

Yonjuu.

It doesn’t matter how you say it or in what language, it’s still old. And I know what you’re thinking…

40 is the new 20


No it isn’t. It’s not even close.

First, there are the minor aches and stiff joints; when I was 20, I could lift cinder blocks all day, drink all night and feel fine the next day. Now my back goes out more often than I do.

Second, where’d all this extra weight around my midsection come from? The spare tire I’m carrying around could fit on a Mack truck.

Third, what’s with hair in my ears? That’s just weird. At least my hair hasn’t started turning loose from my head. Yet.

And my memory… well, I can’t remember what bothers me about that, but it’ll come to me.

And I have a number of typical middle-age self-disappointments – like what the hell am I doing with my life?

If life was all parenting/family, I’d be the best. I am one-half of a parenting duo that is raising a pair of the most beautiful children in the world.

And I’m also told I’m not a half bad husband.

But my work life is, well… lacking. I have the skills to do better than my current position, but am I getting to a point in my life where I have to settle for the position I've got?

Perhaps I’ll spend 2009 working on that.

Being 40 isn’t all bad; there is wisdom in the intervening 20 years. I am much less apt to open my mouth before engaging my brain. While not completely cured of chronic dumbassedness, the chances of me looking like a fool are diminished, however slightly.

And I have not lost my ability to imagine; some people feel the need to put away the toys of youth and focus on being an adult, on being mature. I have kept my toys in arm’s reach, which allows me to keep thinking young.

So all is not lost, nor is life full of woe.

And to prove it, we’re having a party where we can all act like 20 year-olds and we mix mirth with equal parts boozing and carousing to create a little good-natured debauchery.

Of course, we’ll still have to pay the physical price for it in the morning.

So, if you’re in Denver this weekend let me know and I’ll get you direction to the party. Be sure to bring your drinking hat.

6 Comments:

Blogger Beth said...

Unfortunately, we don't live in Denver or we would love to attend your party! :)

Great post... very funny and very true. I also enjoyed the last post about your little guy. He is too cute!

Happy, happy birthday!!!

1/13/2009 9:31 PM  
Anonymous Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah said...

Happy birthday!

1/14/2009 3:00 PM  
Blogger Douglas said...

Well, believe it or not, I thot about yer B-day, day before yesterday, but... I had my days mixed up. I thot the 14th was tomorrow. I get my days confused living on a boat and being outta the country. Kinda nice, really. But, being on a boat in shitty weather ain't what you could really call "fun." It's blowing 20-25 mph and in the mid to upper 60's here at the western end of New Providence Island. Nassau is in the middle of this island. We're anchored in a cove called Lyford Cay (pronounced "key") with the wind fairly howling in the rigging. I don't sleep well in situations like this because dragging anchor just ain't safe. It's holding good at this point, but a coupla miles per hour more... and who knows? So I check the GPS more than usual and get up and walk the deck, looking to see if it's apparent we've moved, and we haven't... but that doesn't reduce the pucker factor. We might as well be on the moon if something happened. Still, I'd rather be here than than home. I'd like to be with you on yer B-day, but that ain't possible. So, here's an internet Happy Birthday son of mine! Those aches and little pains ya git now and then, git used to them, they don't git no better than they be right now! HAHA! Beats the alternative, I reckon.
Wish I was there to have a beer with ya and see my grandkids and yer wonderful wife and give y'all a big hug!
Love you son, and all yer family too!
Yer aging (but like Erma Bombeck said, "fighting it every step of the way"), dad

1/16/2009 6:02 PM  
Blogger Otter Thomas said...

Happy belated birthday!

When I tell the world I am from Arkansas I expect all kinds of comments. I don't expect many of them to be kind either so I am glad to answer your question and help promote a better understanding of Ar-kan-zuns.

1/19/2009 7:49 AM  
Anonymous Kaz said...

I just recently turned 40 myself, so I can sympathize. It hasn't REALLY sunk in yet, however...

2/17/2009 12:23 PM  
Blogger zafran said...

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9/28/2010 6:24 AM  

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