7/11/2012
The Birthday Curse
It's that time of year again. 39. Poor hubby. He hasn't done anything to deserve this upgrade. I don't know how to cheer him up - since the time I turned 18 and was officially and legally uncaged I'm not too fond of them birthdays myself, so how can I congratulate him on this with a straight face? Birthdays have started to feel like Christmas, reversed, from an emotional point of view. Happy birthday, you old fart. Emphasis on happy and fart. Why would anyone be happy about a yearly reminder of mortality? It's not 39 out of a million, you know. 39, goddamned. Is it that late already?
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;) You crack me up, Dana. I have a notion that everyday with you is like Christmas and I'll wager your hubby does as well. You're only as old as your mind contemplates ... even though the body fights against it tooth and nail. Therefore, I'm perpetually 18 and I dive around the softball field like an 18 year old would. My body hates me for it but what fun! ;)
ReplyDeleteHappy late Birthday to the old man!!!
Hahaha, must be I am a regular cracker-upper ;D.
DeleteBut Mel, in all seriousness, how do you make yourself feel like an 18 year old? This amazes me! I mean how do you do it in spite of "body" possibly disagreeing with you during these exertions and afterwards? The secret to this state of mind could be the fountain of youth! In life, I'm trying to be as youthful as I can, and do youthful things, but whenever I put on those flowery Converse to go out and mingle with the other adolescents, I find myself thinking "Come on...Granny."
By the way, old man says thank you - and to tell you that he never felt like 18, not even when he actually was 18 years old!!
It's really in the mind set. By that I mean, when I'm getting stretched and ready to play softball, I get a giddy excitement inside; to abuse the cliche, like a kid on Christmas. Combine that with the urgent desire to be so good at the sport that all the women notice me, (yes, i'm single, but such a catch. lol) and there you have a 43 year old diving for pop flys, sliding into second and rubbing dirt on my bruises. ;)
DeleteMaybe that's it ... maybe it's the puffing up of the peacock feathers to impress the girls that makes me feel 18 again. lol. sigh .. I'm a bigger dork than I ever imagined.
It also helps if you have access to old games like pacman and Atari classics. stuff like that makes me feel young too. ;) well, it does until my son says "man this game is old!"
Ultimately it's part acting ... put yourself into the roll of 18 year old you. what was your mind set then. when I do that, I get the same giddiness, the same thrills .... it's the body aches later that bring me back to reality. (the ruptured Achilles in 09 didn't help either)
In that light, when you go out in your fast sneakers, never let the kids see you hobble. lol.