Well today is the day that I am now 40. I must say that I am a little disappointed because I would have figured there would have been dark clouds flying over head and creepy organ music playing in the background - but no it was sunny out and not one organ-sounding thing on my ipod, just a whole lot of Jimmy Buffett.
I have always loved the adage that you are only as old as you feel and so if I had to put an actual number on my "age" it would have to be 33 - so I guess that shall be my new age!
But regardless of the age I figure one thing you are supposed to do when you get older is tell stories so let me tell you about one that happened to me 40 (err...33) years ago today...
I was born on Mountain Home Air Force Base in Boise, Idaho where my father was a Sargent. Now this was back in the 60's (err..70's - wow, this changing how old you are thing is hard to keep up with - screw it, I am 40 again!) so naturally when my mother was in labor, he was not allowed anywhere near the hospital but later that day he came by to check out his new son.
He went to the big window where you can see all the babies and he turned to the nurse on duty (who was actually a Captain) and asked which baby was me. Well she pointed me out and my father got really quiet and just stared for a minute and then turns back to the nurse and calmly says "how come he looks like a frog?"
Well the nurse starts to really chew him out, "Sargent, that is not a frog, that is your son and you will respect and love him". Quickly jumping to attention and looking straight a head he belts out "Ma'am, yes ma'am, still looks like a frog ma'am!"
My father loves telling this story and every time he does so when I am around he always ends it the same way - he looks over at me and says "at least you got better looking".
Well I think I shall sign off as I listen to Buffett's A Pirate's Look at Forty...I love how that man knows how to sing about life!
Peace out...





