Sixty.
I'm still trying to get my head around that concept. I've spent the last ten years wondering how the Hell I could be in my fifties. Now I've got the sixties to deal with. Damn!
Well, at least I won't be bemoaning the fact that I'm in my fifties anymore will I?
And while we're on the topic of birthdays and Google (well, we weren't really talking about Google, but I did mention them earlier), here's the graphic presented to me by the good folks at Google when I went there earlier today:
How did Google know it was my birthday?
What's that you say? It's got nothing to do with my birthday?
Harrumph!
Believe what you will. I like to think Google did that for me. I am a big fan of Google. Just sayin'...
(Before I forget, a big Chant du Départ welcome to new member ORPO1. A fellow Lexican, blogger and retired non-commissioned officer, though of the Naval variety. And general all-around good guy. His very nice place is here. Go, visit. Good stuff. Trust me.)
What's that you say? It's got nothing to do with my birthday?
Harrumph!
Believe what you will. I like to think Google did that for me. I am a big fan of Google. Just sayin'...
(Before I forget, a big Chant du Départ welcome to new member ORPO1. A fellow Lexican, blogger and retired non-commissioned officer, though of the Naval variety. And general all-around good guy. His very nice place is here. Go, visit. Good stuff. Trust me.)
Sixty is the new twenty.
ReplyDeleteI speak from experience.
Happy Birthday
That's good to know! And thanks. (Thank Stevie for me, if you see him first.)
DeleteI don't think of it as sixty, I prefer three score. I just turned three score and seven.
ReplyDeleteThree score and seven years ago, my mother brought forth on this nation, a new baby, concieved by love and dedicated to the propasition that all people are created cranky...
Has a nice ring to it don't you think?
Happy 6-0
I like it. I like it a lot. It has an excellent ring to it.
DeleteThanks Joe!
Happy, Happy! Yays!
ReplyDeleteNew 20? I thought it was the new 40, but... whatevah. It's ALL downhill from here. DAMHIK.
(not really, on my last)
If it's all downhill, why does it always feel like I'm walking uphill, in the Rockies, humping an 80 pound ruck? (Oh wait, that's the age talking!)
DeleteThanks Buck.
So, its hard to imagine someone I've known for sooooo many years is now 60 yrs old...whew, wears me out just thinking about it. I think afternoon naps should be mandatory for all employees over 60, kind of like rest periods in kindergarten.
ReplyDeleteI like the nap concept. We do that, it's just not "official".
Delete(Nice hearing from you, ya old fart. Ooh, did I just hit publish? Sorry Greg, you know how we old folks are!)
Heh. Once I got promoted and was graced with my very own office I used to shut the door occasionally after lunch to "check my eyelids" for half an hour or so. That I was "indulged" by the Powers-That-Be never ceases to amaze me. We ARE thankful, indeed, for small favors.
DeleteNice!
DeleteHappy Birthday! Now get back to work.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rumbear, Sir.
DeleteGoing back to work Aye!
Hippo birdie to ewe old man... :-)
ReplyDeleteHeh, thanks Old NFO.
DeleteHappy Happy there Sarge.Been busy. I've stopped by and read a few things but no time to comment. I am about 9ish behind you.Still can't figure out how I ended up being 50. We'll see about 60
ReplyDeleteI hear ya. I spent 10 years trying to figure out how I could possibly be in my 50's. I'm going to try and avoid that for my 60's. We'll see how that goes!
DeleteHappy Birthday my friend!
ReplyDeleteI am coming up on number 59 this autumn.............................
Thanks for the plug for the blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks Glenn. And as for the plug? You earned it!
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