I’m 43 now. How old does one have to be to be considered an old fart?
I didn’t celebrate it much. I didn’t even go online. Just kicked back and watched as much NFL as I could in one day, which is exactly how I spend ALL my Sundays in the fall and early winter.
(BTW, I hope y’all saw the ending of the Jacksonville-Baltimore game. Hoo-boy! A tipped pass that results in a Jax TD, then Baltimore scores a TD when their receiver barrels his way over the goal line, knocking flat a Jaguar cornerback. The last team that scored was the winner; my kind of football.)
(But the Cowboys lost, which was a bummer, even though I would’ve been surprised if they had won. Is Troy Aikman’s career over?)
I find that the more birthdays I have had, the less special they are. It frankly didn’t bother me much that I got only one card, from my mother.
When one becomes an old fart is a state of mind. I think you’re there, man.
As for how I spend my birthdays, well the last one, I spent with a couple Dopers and my mom at a play. (Doobieous and PCW) I used to be pretty ambivalent when it came to my b-days, but now I really look forward to them, because I get to spend them with psycat.
Well, Happy, Happy Birthday jab! I’m glad you got to spend it the way you wanted to. Demo’s right, it is a state of mind. And, a case of mind over matter.
If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
Did you at least get some cake and 'scream?
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Hey, jab! Happy b-day! Wish I’d have know, so I could congratulate you proper. Oh, well. I’m sending you an imaginary card as I speak. Not sure when you’ll get it, though, since the mailman looked at me kind of funny when I gave it to him. Christ, the postage on these things is expensive…Oh well. Happy birthday!
Happy day, jab. Don’t worry, you passed by old fart some time ago.
This fall will be my 40th, and the missus informs me there will be something happening on a certain date. So the occurrance won’t be a surprise, tho what it entails will be. Not sure how I feel about it, being the center of attention and all, but hey, I’ll do my best to be a good sport and not get embarrassingly shitfaced. Mrs. D says I have to stand it because I never had to go through a baby shower. What scares me is she seems to be conspiring with my older sister (well, she used to be older til her odometer got stuck at 29), who has access to inside information and, gasp, photos!
Hope you had a happy one, jab1. I look at age 40 and say, “That’s an unimagineable distance away from where I am now (34).” But then, when I was 20, I thought 30 was old fartish. It is a state of mind. Hope you had a YOUNG birthday, I should have said.
