OLD

Tonight we had a multi-birthday party at the house. We celebrated the following birthdays of January; mine, Budderfly's, my muppet-like friend Ben, Budderfly's mom, and my nephew Austin (though he isn't here). I love birthdays because it means I've made it another year. I'm not one of those people that are scared of the aging process per say. It's coming and if I'm doing things right, then why shouldn't I celebrate another year?

I've been seeing a lot of comments on age recently; younger people talking about getting older or making degrading comments towards older people, trying to figure out what "old" really is, and general arguments among the generations. It really doesn't matter your age but how you handle it, I think. If youth would let go of the need to grow up so fast and get rid of age-prejudice. The older generations need to start making decisions that command respect. Both need to get a grip and accept thier age with some grace and class.

It was truly a fun evening; though Pandy and his family had to leave early. :(   We watched trailers (so ready for Sucker Punch), played games, made margaritas. It was great. I tried to call the nephew (he lives in Texas) so we could sing happy birthday to him, but he must have been sleep.

My only fear with getting old is wondering who will take care of me. Will I be alone when I'm 80? Will I make it to 80? Will I have enough money to survive?  I'm not stressed about any of this, but it does cross my mind on occasion.

For now, I made it to my mid-30's. That's reason for a party!