Turning 55

Yesterday was my 55th birthday. I'm kind of getting tired of having them, so I was glad there was not much fanfare.

I worked the 9am-1pm shift, which ended up being fairly busy, then came home and relaxed. I had 2 beers, took a nap, and waited for Jane to get home. She thought we should go out for supper so I chose the 07 for its simplicity. We watched an episode of 'The Americans' when we got home, then went to bed. I am hoping to have my traditional Tombstone Deluxe frozen pizza tonight.

Carrie and the boys brought me a box of chocolates at work around lunch time. Jane gave me 2 bags of chocolate-covered nuts in the morning, plus she got me a McDonald's sausage & egg biscuit for breakfast. My mom called in the afternoon to tell me she forgot it was our birthday and had just mailed my card (we share the same birthday - always have).

I was once again overwhelmed by birthday wishes on Facebook, even though I thought I had changed the setting so it wouldn't show up this year. Apparently I didn't. I did receive 3 cards: from my friend Mike, the CGGC office, and a lady from our former church.

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I'm not into birthdays anymore - not so much because of the age factor - but I think it's because I have difficulty processing emotions. I've never known how to accept compliments, and the reason I tried changing the FB setting is because I'm so immature that regardless of how many people wish me a happy birthday, I always tend to wonder why the few who didn't, didn't. I hate being like that, though I think I did better this year. I also can't seem to deal with expectations. It just seems easier to not have any.

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So, here I am, 55 years old. I work part-time as a front desk person at a YMCA. I try to help out at church, but I get the feeling I'm not the ideal person anyone wants to help with things. I still meet with Tom every Tuesday morning. We've recently started up the Beer Study and Bible Tasting group. Occasionally I will get invited to drink beer with a couple former co-workers at the storage place I used to work at. I'm still part of the group that serves food outside the library on Wednesday nights, even though I'm not real into it anymore. Other than that I really don't have much ambition. I don't even care to get the daily news anymore (Seinfeld reference).

But, you know, it's not all bad. I've been working out regularly again, and have added weights to my regimen. Last month I did over 1300 minutes of some type of formal exercise (I log it for the wellness program at the Y). My weight is around 165, which would likely be lower if not for the weight work. I feel pretty good physically, and would undoubtedly feel better if I would stop drinking beer.

And... that's about it. I can't really think of anything else to say. Yippee.