Monday, June 25, 2012

I Am 40 Hear Me Roar!


A couple of weeks ago, the Spouse and I had pleasure and opportunity to sit through some baseball.  By "sit through," I mean sit through. And watch. Every last inning and side show and stretch.  This is the only baseball game I will attend in ten years, so come hell or high water, I had planned to watch it all.

We were sitting with my dad Mikey and a bunch of his friends. During the team switch-a-roo – you know that one thing that happens in the middle of an inning – one of Mikey's friends leaned over to my right ear and said, "Hey Rabid.  Why aren't you writing on your blog any more?"

"Well."  I said, "There's nothing to write about.  Life has been vanilla-flavored milquetoast."  

It's true.  Vanilla-flavored milquetoast.  Blah.

At long last, however, things have changed and I've bottled some of my milquetoast life in a variety of flavors and spices.  Lots has been happening around here (finally!) and I'm ready to force these flavors upon you folks.

First and foremost, is the flavor of forty – as in four 'n zero, 40, and old as mold!  Last week I turned 40.  At first I wanted to keep quiet about it all and pretend it didn't happen; wanted to bury my woes beneath a pillow for days and listen to the smooth sounds of seashores.  I changed my mind, however, when I read the advice of the mighty and wise Tyrion Lannister, son of Lord Tywin Lannister, brother of Jaime and Cersei Lannister, and Lord Paramount of the Westerlands (from George R.R. Martin's Game of Thrones, and why has it taken me so long to pick up these books?!):

"Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you."

What I are now is 40!  I wear this 40 as armor!  I am 40 hear me roar!

This 40th birthday came in with a roaring.  It was a week-long celebration.  Stay tuned. 


7 comments:

Sparks said...

Milkquetoast makes me think of David Rakoff.

rabidrunner said...

Me too! Before Rakoff I thought it was "milk toast."

megan said...

Roaring is good for the soul.

megan said...

Of course I'd like to add that the non-stop baseball that I have been thrust into this month is also good for the soul...I think.

Anonymous said...

Hmmmm, I bet you have some fun pictures from your birthday week.... Guess who...

Andrea B. said...

Happy Birthday!!! I'm so impressed you are embracing the big 40.

lifein360 said...

The only thing that 40 brings you is the ROAR of your body back. Creaks and Moans and Groans are on the menu.