I got up early Saturday morning to tile my kitchen floor. Like the same time I usually get up for work. Today, Sunday, I woke up feeling my age. My legs were sore, sore, sore. Sitting is fine, standing is fine, heck even walking today wasn't so bad. It's the act of sitting down or getting up that makes me want a shot of tequilla. Seems that all that getting up and down an
d kneeling was just too much for these old legs. Gone are the days that I could do that for 3 days in a row. Ahh, well at least with age comes wisdom (that's my story and I'm sticking with it.)
d kneeling was just too much for these old legs. Gone are the days that I could do that for 3 days in a row. Ahh, well at least with age comes wisdom (that's my story and I'm sticking with it.) .
Actually you may be reading a lot about my age for the next couple of years. 30 wasn't bad, 40 was just another birthday, but 50 is already loomin heavy on me. My mom was 50 when she died. At 28, as bad as it was, it didn't seem like she died incredibly young. I'm turning 48 this year and now 50 seems WAY too young. I hope she forgives me. And I hope you all forgive me for all the age-related posts I'll be doing for the next couple years. It's cheaper than a therapist.
Actually you may be reading a lot about my age for the next couple of years. 30 wasn't bad, 40 was just another birthday, but 50 is already loomin heavy on me. My mom was 50 when she died. At 28, as bad as it was, it didn't seem like she died incredibly young. I'm turning 48 this year and now 50 seems WAY too young. I hope she forgives me. And I hope you all forgive me for all the age-related posts I'll be doing for the next couple years. It's cheaper than a therapist.
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My hardest birthday was 35. Women -- especially Mormon women -- reach their sell-by date at that age. (The infamous Mormon singles' wards have an age limit of 35. After that, you are considered hopeless.) And my ex had just dumped me for a younger, thinner woman one month before.
To use the eloquence of junior high speak: it majorly sucked.
My brother had his 50th last November. He's not too excited about being 50, I assure you.
I'm not close enough to guess how I'll feel yet. Forty was fine: I was just finishing my masters degree and living in Scotland. Life was good.
My next birthday will be 43. I am ambivalent about it.
Yeah, I've generally been ambivilant about my birthdays, it's only that it's becoming painfully obvious exactly how young my mom was when she died.
Hello Max. I was sorry to read about the early death of your mother. Yes, I agree that 50 is too young. As for me, I am feeling the pangs of guilt with the big 4-0 looming over my head.
Hello again Max. I enjoyed your scenic photos very much. You live in a very nice area.
Jannx, thanks for the condolences. And I'm glad you like the pictures. Utah is a beautiful place, one of the reasons I stay out here.
http://www.srossi.net/2007/06/New/SoUtah/index.htm
There's a link to some pictures I have of the desert of southern Utah, if you ever get out this way you have to check it out.
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