There must be 50 things that happen on your 50th birthday… (my amazon author’s page)

I woke up anew this morning. I also woke up with a sore back. It is here. No longer am I in my 50th year. I am 50. I thought of all kinds of cool 50’s lists I could do, but then instead decided to do a list of lists instead. 50 puns where also possible as today I am Indiana 5-0! Or perhaps stealing from the great book “There are 5 people you meet in heaven”, there are “50+people who influence you in 50 years.”

50 best things on my 50th Birthday

  • 50 best things I like about the 1850’s
  • 50 best things about 1950 and the 1950’s
  • 50 places you could have been on December 21, 1960
  • My 50 favorite gadgets
  • My 50 favorite songs
  • My 50 favorite Movies
  • 50 ways to leave your lover. (oh sorry that one has already been done)
  • 50 best days in my life
  • 50 best days with my wife
  • 50 nicest things my wife has done for me (what, limit this list to 50? I would have to leave out so many things)
  • 50 best things my kids ever said
  • 50 nicest things my kids have ever done for me
  • 50 nicest things my kids have done for other people
  • 50 places I have gone
  • 50 places I have eaten
  • 50 greatest TV shows
  • 50 best sporting events I’ve seen (ok that one is easy)

You get the point, I won’t beat this horse 50 times. We will just stop here. In 50 years you do a lot of living. Some of that living is good, and on your birthday you are wistful (wishing for things that never were) and some of it is good living. I thank the universe for my wife and children. They mean everything to me. I thank the universe for the myriad of friends I have and have had. I have more than 100 birthday wishes in email, cards and Facebook posts. I thank everyone who thought of me on this day. As I have done for the past few years I will hide away to today and reflect on the great things that have happened to me in the past 50 years.

Thanks again to all who wished me a 50th birthday (I am holding out on the happy until later today).



If only oh yeah and wait

I hear the ticking clock on the wall. The days are numbered. For the first time in a long time I feel old. I have gray hairs now that I didn’t have before. The number of my birthdays is larger than I think I am prepared to deal with right now. I will be 50 in less than 2 months. I don’t know why that is bothering me so much. I kinda liked 40.  50 seems so much bigger than that.

Oh well. 59 days of freedom left.

What is the measure of a person?

I’ve been thinking about that because frankly of the whole turning 50 thing. What does a person need to do to be considered good?

Do you need a masterpiece?

Is there a defining moment of and for you as a person? If so what is that moment?

The moment you become a parent?

The moment you choose to help someone else, first?

When is it?
What makes me a person?

What will I become?

Anyway – it’s a jumble today.