My Birthday

So, I turned the big 4-0 yesterday.  Do I feel different?  Older?  Wiser?  Nah.  It's life.  It happens to all of us.  I'm not gonna dwell on it.  As a matter of fact, I embrace it.  I look at myself and still see a 26 year old wanting to do all the things now that I wanted to do then.  Physical limitation is not an excuse.  Never will you hear me say that I can't do something because "I'm getting old" or tell anybody "wait till you get to be my age". 

I've always lived with the motto that "I may grow old, but I'll never grow up".  I don't know if that has been quoted by anybody famous or is an adage handed down through time, but it's something I live by.  I keep my mind young, act like a kid when I can (much to the chagrin of my wife) and run around like a fool sometimes.

I don't try to worry myself with needless things in life and try to let those things slide.  I will admit that sometimes that is difficult to do.  Life is dynamic and in continuous flux.  Changes are all around us.  What builds your character and personality is how you deal with it.  Do I get angry?  Yes.  Do I get depressed?  Yes.  I never said I was perfect, but those are the things that test your fortitude and make you prove that "I may grow old, but I'll never grow up."

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get out of my superman underoos and go eat my fruity pebbles.

So, sitting here on this gorgeous, lazy Sunday while my wife hangs out in Dallas/Fort Worth Airport.  You see, we got screwed when our granddaughters father got tickets to get her back to San Diego.  It was decided to meet halfway in Dallas (yeah, I don't know why either) where her other grandmother was to pick her up.  Not only did my wife have to get up at 3:30 this morning to be at the airport for a 6 a.m. flight, but after the transfer in Atlanta then to Dallas, she has a layover of over 6 hrs.  Then it's off to Denver where she has another layover for 2 hrs.  Long story short, up at 3:30 a.m. and not back home until about 1 a.m.  I really feel for her and wish I could take her place.

On a lighter note, I find myself getting back into baseball.  It's been almost 25 years since I've actually sat down and watched a game on TV.  Want to sit on the deck, but can't get up until the game is done.  I'll get there.

Maybe my next post I'll bitch about work.