Gone but not forgotten: my thirties.
To be clear, I'm barely in my 40th year (tomorrow will be a month), but I realized that I may have the opportunity to start a new occasional series (which I haven't done in awhile) -- "You Can't Deny You've Hit 40 When ..."
Here are the first three that have all come up in the last 24 hours (and I'm sure there will be more to follow all year long):
(... you overhear what was said on the last episode of American Idol): "My parents met when they auditioned for Idol Season 4."
(... you proclaim as I did when I picked up the weights at home): "I just picked it up like I always do and then I felt something pop in my side."
(... you come to the realization after passing the same pile of leftover items in the apartment building foyer days after their delivery): "I am the only one in the building who picked up a phone book."
Being able to answer the question of what's your age by starting with a number smaller than a four, you are missed.
EVERY PERSON GOING TO HOLLYWOOD WEEK (although if you don't know them by now):
http://www.americanidol.com/hollywood_week/
A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND PHONE BOOKS (OR IS THAT 1000 TREES?):
http://www.makeuseof.com/tech-fun/who-still-uses-phone-books/
PERHAPS MORE RELEVANT TO FOLLOW NOW THAT I'M BARELY 40:
http://www.homegymadviser.com/home-gym-safety.html
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