Reeling in the Years

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I didn't make too big a deal about my birthday in early September, because it's just another year. I hit 30 last year with very little trauma, so 31 is just another brick in that wall. But there are sure signs you and me are getting older. They are easy to miss if you don't pay attention. Age is an old lady who cuts in front of you in the buffet line when you're not looking, and she's going to eat all the pudding.

10 sure signs we're all getting older:

1. Especially for the guys: our waistlines are not keeping pace with our age anymore. Oh no, our pants have leapfrogged into the big numbers now!

2. Who needs to get drunk? I can take my glasses off and achieve the same dizzying effect in minutes, complete with puking and not being able to find my car keys.

3. You can keep a running tally of how often certain distinct fashion trends reappear. For example, I've lived through four miniskirt cycles (bring them on!), three bellbottom cycles (including the original) and two layered-look cycles. The good news is, all that ratty flannel I collected in the early '90s will be back in style any day now.

4. On your birthday, lighting all those candles becomes a joke. Because they can't all be lit in one day. And when finished, your cake can be seen from space.

5. You start becoming more aware of senior-citizen discounts, pointed out to you by the tactless writers in your free copy of the AARP magazine.

6. The word "kids" now includes anyone under 50.

7. Most of your tomorrows were yesterday, and when I write that you hear the Beatles singing about that same sentiment.

8. Another one for the guys: you don't have to be old to be a dirty old man, but now you're both.

9. More of you is pointed south, even when you're headed north.

10. When you see the TV commercials about the Craftmatic® adjustable bed, it no longer conjures up elaborate, twisty sexual fantasies, but rather gives you hopes of being able to get out of bed easier.

10 Comments

I can most relate to #1. What happened to the days when I could eat a large pizza by myself and lose 5 lbs.??? Now I can barely polish off 1/2 a large by myself, but I put on 10 lbs for tryin'! Arrrggg...

Well, my last birthday wasn't a pleasant one...got 'blown' by hurricane Ivan...can you believe? A man!?

Anyway T Bone, thanks for your concerns a week ago. I am safe, my roof intact and I have got water and electricity again. Things are on the mend.

Hahaha, that made me laugh so hard I almost cried.

What about this - your tv is turned up really loud because you have trouble hearing it!

Nice site, and a very funny post!

My birthday was early September also, but I'm not a 'kid' like you! ;)

Oooohhh.... the big 30 is coming in December for me, and I am now officially afraid! But the list? That list was clearly lifted from the thoughts of my 34 year old boyfriend. 'Cause, you know, who thinks 34 is old? But now we know the truth...

30's are great though. it sucks getting older yes, but, i definately feel more secure about myself.

Happy Birthday (or late birthday) to YOU!

thanks for the amazing blog too.

xxxoooo

Oh, don't even start, I turned 40 Saturday...

LOL!! For some reason, 31 was harder on me than 30 was. Of course, now 31 is a distant memory...

Happy b-day!

How about feeling like you've been run over by a truck after every time you exercise?

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