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7:02 p.m. - 1/21/2003
Birthday, Super Bowl and the wife's \"New\" job.
"I put the money in the jacket, I put the jacket on the kangaroo, and now he hoppin' away!!"
So, it's been a while since I've updated. Hmmm. Been pretty busy, had a lot going on.
Had a birthday Saturday. Yup, Da 'Bear is growin' older. I'm now all of 31 years old. Seems like only a year or two ago, I was in a bar trying to scam free beer for my 21st birthday, now it's 10 years later and I'm still trying to scam free beer...and still failing. The wife took me to Roadhouse for a Roadie, great steak, and then we went to the movie to see Kangaroo Jack. Won't win any Oscars, but I enjoyed the shit out of it. That's what matters.
Birthdays don't seem fun anymore. I think they should start giving people shit for hitting a certain age. I mean, think about it. When you hit 13, it was a great birthday because you were officially a teenager. And that was just the beginning. The next milestone you had to look forward to was your 16th birthday and getting your license. But you're not even slowing down. Next came the 18th birthday and with it, the privilege of voting in elections. You were officially considered an adult in the eyes of the law and now had a voice to be heard with. Then, finally, the plateau. The peak. The pinacle of life as we knew it. Our 21st birthday. We were officially able to buy and consume alcohol and no one could fuck with us anymore. No one to throw, "You're not old enough." in our face anymore. I'm 21 dammit! I'm a man.
After the 21st birthday, there's one other possible milestone, but that depends on where you live, and that's the 25th birthday. I've seen a few clubs here in South Florida that have actually had an age restriction of 25, but like I said, they're usually pretty rare. After 21 (or 25), things start to go down hill. At least to most people.
You're on top of the world at 21, coasting down at 25, then all of a sudden, everyone's afraid of turning 30. The age of 30 is like that invisible barrier where, no matter what, you have to be an adult and take responsibility. Then comes 40. Many say life begins at 40, but what's it referred to? Middle age. Then, people start counting the years to the inevitable. The half-centry mark. 50 years old. The age where, to your grandkids, you're really old, and you start to feel it. Then comes 55, then 60, 65 and then 70 and you just keep sinking deeper and deeper into an age driven psychosis. Well, I say no more.
I think they should start coming up with things to make you look forward to growing old. Mind you, they have a few, but they're doing it all wrong. The so called "Senior Discount" is a good idea, but everyone who uses it is just made to feel old (and cheap). AARP is another one. These should be rewards for people reaching a specific milestone in their life, but it just comes across as just, "Hey, you survived...here's a free cup of coffee..." Of course, I have no idea as to where to even begin. I just know that, when I'm hitting 60, I'm going to look forward to 65 and remember the experience I've gained over my 6 decades of life, not look at it as "one year closer to death". Just think of what a better place the world would be if people stopped trying to count down the days to death and started fucking living them. When I get older, I'm not going to fear death, I'm going to fear boredom.
I got a great gift for my birthday. Well, actually, I got it the day after, but that still matters to me. Tampa Bay is going to the fuckin' Super Bowl!! Yeee-fuckin'-haa!! It was my misfortune to take up residence in the only other place, besides Miami, to be die-hard Dolphins fans. I've been goign against the crowd for the past 5+ years and this year I was preaching the gospel of the Buccaneers and telling everyone that they were going to make it to the big game. And by fuckin' god they did. I was actually very impressed when a friend of ours told me, over at my in-laws Sunday, that I had been behind the Bucs all season and that I had been right. Fuckin' A it feels good to be right. For once. Yeah!!
If any of you have been checking out the Wife's diaryland diary or going to her regular web site then you know that she's finally an official Petsmart Petstylist (groomer) and that she's working at a new store. This is a good thing, but it's also a monstrously shitty thing. It's good because the store she went to is in a busier area and she gets more dogs to groom and will make more money in commission. It's shitty because the fuckin' store is about 45 minutes away from here and her bosses are complete fuckin' cocksmokin' shitheels. Her salon manager, some fat spic named Able, knows that she's only been grooming for like 6 months (if that) and he just piles dogs on her left and right. What's worse is that the fat tub o' shit doesn't even tell her about them. She'll be working on a dog and turn around and all of a sudden she'll have 3 more dogs to do. Now, if she'd been grooming for like 4-5 years, I can understand the pressure, but she's only been at it a short time, and she just transferred from the slowest store in the state. Give her a fuckin' break. She's come home the past 2-3 days of working just completely exhausted and broken down because of the treatment. Add to that the long, dreary drive home with the best of America's Assholes on the road an she's fit to be tied when she gets home. He keeps this shit up, I'll have to go down there and stomp a mudhole in his forehead or something.
Ok, enough entry for today. Gotta save stuff for later so that I'll update more. Right?
Take care. Go Bucs!!
