Sunday, July 29, 2007

Thoughts on Turning (almost) 52

My first thought is WTF?

I was born on August 30, 1955 to Bob and Margo, a career Air Force man and his lovely wife. When you think of the 50's images of Levittown, the Cleavers and I Love Lucy come to mind. An idyllic innocent time of hula hoops, Davy Crockett coonskin caps, and roller skates that would fall off your ankles at the most inopportune times.

I am from the generation that coined the phrase "Don't trust anyone over 30."

Oops, we're all waaaay over 30 now!

So, I was thinking about the pros and cons of getting older. We'll start with the good things-and no, not Martha Stewart good things.
I will qualify for the senior discount at Denny's in a few years.
I really do not care anymore about my weight.
I don't care about fashion anymore, comfort is my main objective when choosing clothing and shoes.
I don't care what people think about me anymore.
I don't have to go to school.
I don't have to worry about attracting a man, because if I didn't already have one, I wouldn't really want one anymore.
I don't have to buy tampons anymore.

Now some cons-no not Martha Stewart the ex-con.
I don't much like the food at Dennys
Not caring about my weight anymore means cottage cheese thighs and jelly belly.
Fashion? I'm too old to wear cute trendy clothes.
I don't care what people think about me anymore.
I don't have to go to school.
I'm old and couldn't attract a man any way.
I don't have to buy tampons anymore but have to go in for a colonoscopy.

Now, is anymore one word or two? Anymore-any more. I think it may be two words, so please excuse my spelling-remember I don't have to go to school any more or anymore.

1 comment:

Jeff said...

It is one word.

Don't worry, the 50's are the new 30's. ;)