To those of you turning 40 this year

[gurdymonkey]

I know you're out there, and you're thinking about it.

Well, think about this: 49 is staring me in the face. It's giving me the big old hairy eyeball that leaves crows feet wherever it touches and makes my joints crackle when I get out of bed. It reared its ugly head this spring when I took a wrong turn after dark, pulled over, grabbed my Thomas Guide and discovered I could not read a thing by the pathetic glow of the dome light. It presented me with an inconvenient bout of bunion pain right in time for Pennsic just to show it cares. (Ha! I thought. I shall walk you into submission!) Oh, and just for fun, 49 decided to lob a two pound weight gain at me this week for no reason whatsoever.

Screw you, 49. I walked four miles yesterday without breathing hard. Siddown and shaddup until December,  when you will be duly commemorated so that my nephews can have cake, and I will quite possibly flip myself the bird in the bathroom mirror just to show I care.

Are you going to let a stupid NUMBER intimidate you? Think about that, my friends.

Comments

[ladyrowansplace.livejournal.com]

the opposite to getting older is getting deader.

49 looks pretty good, doesn't it?

Hugs!!!

[callistotoni.livejournal.com]

I'm right with you, sister. Well, almost -- I'll be turning 48 this December. I think about the loss of my looks *way* more than I should. But occasionally I'll see someone from my past that I haven't seen for a long time and think to myself "I *rock*". ;-)

Yup, like someone else said, it beats being dead. We all just do what we can. :-/