Monday, February 20, 2012

Acting My Age

I often forget that I am within spitting distance of 35.

Like I can flip the calendar ahead a few months and see it staring at me.

I don't feel my age when I...

...pin things like this on my "Things that Make Me Laugh" board...




...see an ad in my local newspaper congratulating someone I went to high school with for a great professional honor and I immediately want to post something like this on his Facebook page:

"Congratulations Bob* on being named one of the top young gravediggers* in the state. Just wondering why they used your senior picture in the paper...ha ha."

Probably a good thing that I'm not friends with him on Facebook.

...send things like this to my co-workers.


Then I'm quickly reminded of my age when I can barely walk when I get up in the morning because my knees are stiff and when I hear a dirt bike on the walking trail outside my house and I think "those darn kids are at it again."

*Name and occupation changed to protect the innocent.

4 comments:

  1. Don't sweat the Big 35. Take it from one who has been there, done that. I found 45 was the best year ever...I am now looking towards 64!!!! Life has so much to offer a lady who is over the "growing up" stuff.
    Rosemary

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  2. Wow!! 35... I just began to know myself at that age!!! Then the good stuff starts.. When you actually know when something makes you who you are. At 40 i celebrated... Hard!! at 50 I celebrated hard.. Just remember 1 thing.. There is nothing in this world more important than your health..So if you keep that in mind.. Have a blast through out the years and Know that with each one comes Maturity and wisdom.. Oh and Laugh a lot!! it is good for you! Happy soon to be birthday! Mine is in a few too... 52 this year! Faye

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  3. Haha ... love the Bert and Ernie funny! And I can totally see you reacting to the dirt bikes! LOL! Liz and I will be 30 this year - word is the 30s is a pretty awesome time - so I'm banking on that!

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  4. I had a hard time with 32... that's when I knew I was old as my mother. (32 was the first birthday of my mother's that I remembered--I was old enough to make her a cake.)
    Love the Bert and Erie piece!

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