If I lived in on the east coast, I'd be 50 years old right now. I don't though, so

I'm still only 49.

Seems I'll be 49 for about two and a half more hours. I'll fight it all the way.

I had a young black man, one of the co-drivers on my OTR truck tell me that he thought I was 35-40 because I didn't act like a 50 year old. That was just the other day. I told him I loved him.

My body feels 50. Hell, my body feels older than that. I've had ACL reconstructs on both knees. One knee has been operated on 4 times. I'm pretty sure I have a torn rotator cuff in my left shoulder, and I'm not sure at all what is going on with my right. All I know is that 4 years ago I could drive a golf ball 275+ yards without fail and now I'm wincing and my Big Bertha is laughing at my 210 yd drives.

My body says "hey, I need to pee soon" and then within minutes tells me "OH FUCK ME I NEED TO PEE NOW. Same with #2. "Gotta go soon" turns into "GOTTA GO NOW" in a matter of minutes.

The Sack? I'm as good as I once was... Once.

I'm not getting old. I'm not.

At any rate, I won't be FIFTY SOMETHING tomorrow, I'll only be 50.

Happy Birthday!

Halfway there... 50 to go.

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Your supply of brain cells is finally down to manageable size.
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Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.
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Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the national weather service.
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Kidnappers are not very interested in you.
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In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.
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No one expects you to run--anywhere.
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People call at 9 pm and ask, "Did I wake you?"
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People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.
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There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
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Things you buy now won't wear out.
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You can eat dinner at 4 P.M.
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You enjoy hearing about other peoples operations.
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You get into heated arguments about pension plans.
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You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it.
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You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.
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You sing along with elevator music.
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Your eyes won't get much worse.
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You know more about prescription drugs than your pharmacist.
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Your memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
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Your memory's not as sharp as it used to be.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!
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I have to save this for my best friends, some of whom will be following me over the hump within the next month or so.

Perfect.

The fifties are OK - enjoy them immensely.

:rofl:
Happy Birthday Brother. :pals:

I'd hate him. He looks like a kid. He runs for miles and miles. I can't find a damn gray hair on him!

Meanwhile I am plucking stray hairs from my chin and looking for the next uplifting bra experience. :D

Happy Birthday!

:hug:

:loveya:

I turned 50 a few months ago, and could almost write the same things you did. The body ages, but the mind doesn't seem to. Hell, I still act like a five year old at times, and often act like I'm 18. 50 was a milestone that made me stop and think a little. Other than that I don't worry about aging too much. There's not a damn thing I can do about it, so why worry about it?
I trust you had a good day. You seem to take great joy in life.