Wait for it…
Sally O’Malley is my hero – still kicking and stretching and kicking at fifty. It was a sad day when Molly Shannon left SNL and took Sally with her. I miss Sally’s unique zest for life and her fabulous red jumpsuit.
BIG birthday for me in a few days. 60. Epic. I joke around with people, “I don’t how this happened!” [obligatory smile], but the brutal and mystifying truth is I really DON’T know how this happened.
Just a few years ago I was part of the all powerful, forever young Baby Boomers right? The Pepsi generation. Sex, love, and rock and roll. Tuned in and turned on. A hot babe in hot pants on the prowl for a hot time. Cue snare drum strut…
Now, apparently out of the blue, the Regal Cinemas ticket lady is giving me the senior discount (she didn’t even ASK me how old I was!), I have no clue who the guy is on the cover of the People Sexiest Man Alive issue and I’m still hot, but not in the good way.
What a mystery – the passage of time. Small, subtle changes like the wearing down of bedrock by a small, but relentless stream. Day to day you don’t notice any changes but come back years later and it’s a whole different story. The Grand Canyon, you know?
Graying hair, acid reflux, sore joints, jowls (ick!), techno/pop impaired. Bummer man…
As a young goddess, I rolled my eyes when “older folks” nattered on about how fast their lives went by, their regret for not doing more, seeing more, being more – blah, blah, blah. Boring… Of course my life was going to be different – I would have it all under control.
How’d that work out for you girlfriend?
So now what? Like bedrock, change. Adjust. Transform. No food after 7 PM, ice knees, hormone therapy, smile at the Regal Cinemas lady, Google Adam Levine. Run some half-marathons, start a blog, road trips to visit old friends and distant lands, tweet with professional cyclists. Blah, blah, blah.
And of course I will KICK and STRECH and KICK!
Aging Gracefully My Ass 
Been there, done that! Now I’m a card carrying Medicare beneficiary. Oh the horror!
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Okay – I’m not feeling so bad now. Plus I consider the alternatives. But…..I got a registration form for a run I’m doing later in the month and it had my age down as 60. I do admit sucking some air in when I saw it in print in to describe me! Interesting that one digit – that damn 6 – can mess with your mind like that! Ack!
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Hey, relax. My next “big digit” is going to be a 7 in a few, short years.
But as you say, it sure beats the alternative! Good luck with your run…and good for you!
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But you’re young at heart!!
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You are a true blue bloody legend and I love the way you write, There is no ASS about you girl just pure class, Keep it going, it’s down to earth and so real. Cheers from downunder Kev
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Wow – thanks for the amazing compliment! Yup – I’m pure cl-ASS alright!
We went to Oz last year for a few weeks and it was not nearly long enough. We loved it! Such a beautiful, diverse country with incredibly friendly people and GREAT coffee! Who knew (about the coffee that is…) There’s just so much to see – we barely scratched the surface. Next time we want to go west. And north. And to Tasmania. And to the center. I guess we’d better save our $$. I just don’t like those ill tempered Eastern Brown snakes. Or any of the other snakes. Which all seem to be poisonous. Ick.
Thanks again Kev for visiting AGMA and the kind words, and PLEASE stop by again!
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No worries Sally O’Malley who did not dilly dally- for she writes words that are pure class. Looking forward to when you can get to OZ again, must do is come to Tasmania it will be like staying home.
Thanks and I will certainly visit AGMA again, cheers Kev
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