Thoughts on my 37th birthday
I remember forty being a lot further away.
My wife is freakin hoot.
Nose hair…what the hell? It’s like I snorted a trible.
I’m not in as bad of shape as I could be…
I still like to nap because I can, not because I have to.
Is it me, or is the sex better?
Children should not be allowed to drive…and be children I mean those how can’t remember the 80’s.
Old farts shouldn’t be able to drive…and by old I mean those who don’t know what Twitter is.
I miss being able to eat crap and not…crap for days. Now I eat anything and crap for days.
I love my kids.
I don’t understand people who don’t spend as much time with their kids as possible.
I don’t do cartwheels anymore. Might have to bring that back.
I don’t remember faces like I used to. Still bad with names, but faces are now starting to escape me.
I use to say, “It doesn’t matter where you get hungry, as long as you go home to eat.” Now, when I do get “hungry” what I have at home is all I crave.
That was about sex.
I HATE that damn McCafe ad campaign.
When the hell did I get a double chin?
I love sushi.
That wasn’t about sex.
I am a democrat.
Republicans have begun to piss me off…sorry dad.
I’d love a vacation.
I’m afraid I’ll never travel outside the country.
I’m afraid I’ll never be able to retire.
I’m afraid I won’t always satisfy my wife.
Losing your hair is not all that bad.
Losing your keys for the 1000th time is.
It’s ok to have pop tarts for breakfast and chocolate cereal for dinner.
I have finally become comfortable in my own skin.
And the skin of others.
May 28th, 2009 at 9:15 pm
happy birthday bryan!