When I was younger, everytime I (or anyone) would ask my Mom how old she was, she'd say 29. She was 29 for all of my young life. Apparently, she thinks it's a good age.
Frankly, it scares me a little bit. But this isn't about me.
Yesterday, one of my bestest best girlfriends turned 29. Miss Kerry Dwyer. My favorite little Bostonian. A person who can make me laugh with, literally, just one word. Any word. Or even a letter, as she speaks in code and abbreviations quite often. Even just one of her little sounds will send me into stomach burning, tears streaming down my face hysterics. For a good fifteen minutes.
We talked briefly last night and tried to run through the usual life updates (family, boyfriends, work, girly stuff, etc.) and catch up on each other, all while hearing about her weekend and her birthday plans. We've gotten pretty good at cramming all of the goof stuff into a 15 or 20 minute phone call. Plus, we always have Facebook to keep tabs.
Apparently, 29 was a good year for my Mom, as she kept going back to it. After talking to Ker last night and hearing her smile through the phone, I am pretty sure 29 is going to be great for her too.
Happy birthday Kerry Elizabeth Dwyer! I cannot remember a time we were together when we weren't cracking up! (Case in point, the above picture. We may or may not have indulged in some mood enhancing...materials. Hey, it was college!)
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It's not that 29 is a great age - it's that turning 30 for some women (my wife, daughters) is somehow traumatic. Boys/men (depending on maturity level) freak at 40. Then women have another threshold at 50, which seems important to them.
The best thing to do is keep laughing. As my mother use to say - getting older beats the alternative.
My comment about my mother made me dig this up.
This is a song I wrote for Babe's 80th (I think - it may have been Aunt Flo's)that expresses it
So you’re old and cranky and your hanky don’t panky
like it did long time ago.
And it takes a little longer, than when libido was much stronger
And you were always ready to go.
Just take your time you’ve earned it, you can’t expect to burn it
like a teenager in a car.
you have nothing to prove and nothing to lose
While you remember that you are..
Chorus
Getting old – Like a fine old wine
Getting old – Like old sunshine
Getting old - Like a classic car
Getting old - like the old North star
But honey , just as long as you live
Getting old always beats the alternative
Getting old – getting old.
So you’re old and creaky and some things are getting leaky
and body parts are starting to grow
Immodium D , Preparation H and Prosac when you’re feeling low
Your lovely brown hair, comes out of a jar
Still you have nothing to prove and nothing to lose
Just remember that you are…
Sing CHORUS
So you’re old and crappy, and it’s harder to be happy
When your old joints hurt like hell.
Lower back aches. Toenail’s all break
And the ankles are starting to swell.
The fatty foods and drinking, have affected your thinking
And now what’s really a scare,
Is that as the time passes
with frequent memory lapses
you just don’t really care! Cause you’re
Sing new CHORUS
Getting old – Like a day old Fish
Getting old – Like a birthday wish
Getting old - Like a worn out car
Getting old - like a porno star
But my mother told me - as long as you live
Getting old beats the alternative
Getting old – getting old.
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