Well, let’s just cut right to the chase.
I made it to forty.
I am a forty year old man.
This is how it feels at times…
I hope you get shit stains on your shoe, jerk!
I know it’s just another number, but it’s a big number. I remember when a 30 year old was a really old person to me! It doesn’t seem like that long ago at all. It wasn’t that long ago!
Those old people warned me at the time.
They told me that I’d be thirty before I realized it.
I don’t realize it, and I’m beyond 30 all the way to 40! What a shocker it’ll be when I do finally realize it.
Watch out 20 year olds, 30 and 40 are coming fast!
When I used to hear the word 40, I thought of this and nothing else!
Now I immediately think about my age and physicals that I should get and prostate exams and crap like that. Do you know what happens at a prostate exam? Good God!!
When I turned 30, it really wasn’t a big deal at all. We had a nice party, and physically, I still felt pretty good.
I was about to start law school and my first born was still 4 months away. I had a designated driver everywhere I went with my beloved, pregnant wife, so life was great!
Ten years later, I’m a 40 year old man with a 9 year old, a 4 year old and G$, not quite 2.
40 year old men really shouldn’t have toddlers, but I dropped the ball on that one.
I cope pretty well with my life by sipping a cold one from time to time.
And I certainly never have thoughts about doing this while the kids and dog are making me nuts.
Ha ha, sorry, I was playing with my new stylus.
Actually, my life is still pretty great. REALLY great!
I’m a lucky son of a bitch and I know that. I probably don’t deserved half the blessings I’ve been given in my life. I must have been an awesome man in a prior life!
Other than having to squint to see the text on my phone from time to time, and the grey hair, the bum knees, plantar fasciitis, occasional bad back, possible carpel tunnel syndrome, loss of memory or ability to remember why I entered a room and extra weight in the midsection, I’m doing really well.
I was really hoping to look better in my “F” for forty super hero get up.
So while 40 isn’t my favorite age, and I did let it creep into my head and psych me out more than any other birthday ever has for some reason, it’s not a big deal at all.
When I’m pushing 50, I’ll be begging for this day again.
I’m lucky to still have my health.
Both my parents and my in-laws are healthy, along with the rest of the family (and I don’t just cherish that because we need free sitters).
Jojo is still around. She’s been with me since I was a 20 something, that poor dog!
I have a job I enjoy, a wife I love and who loves me in spite of me, and kids who keep me young.
I currently have 9 minutes of my thirties left and I’m sipping the second to last Bud Light Lime I have left in the whole house.
I’m sorry that this post probably sucks, but I’ve been enjoying cocktails and I’m distracted by a delicious looking cake that my wife made me. It’s taunting me from the kitchen island as I type this.
Yeah, I’m not perfect and I’m no longer a pup, but I still think my life is great.
I mean I still have another beer left and that cake…that chocolate cake looks great!