Tuesday, April 22, 2008

It's My Party

By Betsy Love

A fellow coworker came up to me and wished me happy birthday with the following comment, "You don't look a day over 49." Funny thing is I am now officially one day over 49. Um that would be 50. I wish I had 50 pieces of dark chocolate. 50 hours of down time. 50 minutes of someone playing with my hair. 50 days of paid vacation. 50 grandchildren (eventually). 50 million dollars (don't we all). 50 friends (ok...I have lots more than that). 50 kisses (I get some of those every day). 50 nights of no dinner fixing. 50 pounds lost (ok half that). 50 publishers fighting over my novel.

50 is nifty. I'm glad I've arrived. I hope the next 50 are even better than the first 50.

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6 comments:

  1. Ok, you're better adjusted than me. I refused to even acknowledge 50, good for you.

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  2. Happy Belated Birthday to you, Betsy! I enjoyed your hooray's. good for you! We have a friend who celebrated her fiftieth by having a party every month..on the date of her bday...in some location she had lived before. It was fun to celebrate with her.

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  3. I've been trying to remember what it was like to be fifty. I even hunted up some old journals, but I hadn't bothered to write then. If it were a school day, I probably worked, and if not the family probably waited a few days to celebrate.

    I remember when the kids were in school, by the time my birthday arrived (the day before the monthly military payday and just before school started) we were always too broke to do anything fancy. When my husband's birthday arrived six days later, the story was completely different.

    Ah well, we learn to roll with the punches. Like when Charles said he'd work twenty years, then retire and let me work twenty, I commented it seemed strange that I was 'retired' when the kids wsre small, and he retired when they were all at least in school. He merely smiled and quoted a popular saying: "That's the way the cookie crumbles."

    Perfection isn't necessarily happiness. It's an attitude, which you definitely have. Add a few more cheers and some pats on the back.

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  4. What a bright attitude. Happy, Happy Birthday to you.

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  5. What an inspirational post for me, Betsy. I'm going to be 50 in a week and a half. I wasn't sure I was in the mood to celebrate, until you mentioned those 50 pieces of chocolate. I like that idea! Mine would be milk chocolate, though, and then I'd REALLY need to follow it up with losing 50 pounds. LOL!

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  6. Fifty is wuuuuunderful! There's a reason they call these the golden years. Welcome to this side of the divide.

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