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You know, I've heard people complain all my life about getting old and always thought it was mostly just griping.
I was incorrect.
Last year I hurt my back just a little, now the slightest thing makes it act up again. I know it's not a serious injury but it still hurts.
Every day it gets a little harder to get out of bed without groaning just a little, and when I take a long trip I'm stiff when I get there (and not in the good way like when I was younger).
Thank god I'm not losing my hair, my prostate is fine, and I'm not incontinent, but damn this just isn't fair.
I'm not even sure that a beach, tall, 25 year old amply endowed blond, and a bottle of rum would cure me.
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| Just now, on my morning break from Work, I was reading a magazine. I like to do that because it allows me to go somewhere else in my mind besides Work. ( Actually, going to the Seventh Level of Hell would be an improvement over being at Work. ) The magazine was a copy of Esquire which I find to be, for the most part, smartly written, funny, informative and entertaining. That, and the frequent references to sex and overheated women don't hurt. Back at my desk I began to wonder if there was an Esquire for middle ... |
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Today will mark the 1 year anniversary of this blog. Overall, it has been a blast doing this but blogging take a lot more time than I thought a year ago. I actually have a couple of different ones and MiddleAgedMale.com sometimes gets neglected but I'll work on changing that.
In the meantime, we're still getting plenty of hits and if there is a topic you want to see discussed, a post you want to discuss, or if you want to be a guest blogger, just let me know. Most comments are posted "as is" although I strike the SPAM before ... |
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It has become something of a tradition with my daughter and me to do something out-of-the-ordinary on our annual vacation. We started simply enough, years ago by traveling to Florida to see the Atlanta Braves at Spring Training. One year we got our ears pierced. Another time it was tattoos. Last year we decided to learn to surf. We got ourselves some boards and leashes and even bought a teaching video. Hey, how hard can it be? Damned hard! We paddled out to sit on our boards and await the waves that we would gloriously ride onto the beach. At ... |
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From time to time I'm honored to have other people interested in authoring blog entries for this blog/website.
In this case it is "Boomer", a middle aged male who describes himself as "Married 25 years with two children; a son, 21, and a daughter, 19. I live in South Carolina in a house whose ownership is shared by myself and the bank and work as an assistant accountant with 14-plus years on the job at the local telephone company".
Look for his first blog entry and hopefully many more to follow.
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I'm not sure that it really fits the blog, but what the hell.
I recently attended a Texas "Gathering of the Clans" and "Highland Games". I had heard about this type of festival for years, but had ...just ...never...gotten...around...to going.
There are apparently a BUNCH of people with either real or fantasized Scottish roots who get together occasionally (think Renaissance Festivals and add kilts) to drink, sing, dance, drink, compete, play and drink.
There was a hammer throw, which is a weight attached to the end of a pole which is then grabbed by big chested men (unfortunately not big chested and scantily ... |
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Actually, gin was fashionable waaaaay before vodka found its' niche. Many of you may remember Bogart dipping river water into a glass then adding gin as his boat makes its' way up the river in The African Queen.
Vodka is obviously the now, happening, and cool drink. While I love good vodka, gin definitely has a place in my heart.
As many of you know, the distinctive taste of gin is derived from Juniper berries. Gin has a long and varied history, and is available in several forms. Rather than repeating them all in this blog entry, I will simply provide ... |
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The first wine I want to mention was suggested to me by a waiter at Truluck's Restaurant in Austin. I was looking for a nice red wine which would hold up to their Goat Cheese Napoleon, a dish which is a medallion of goat cheese encrusted in pecan meal and then lightly pan fried. it is served with a mescalun mix and with a red pepper coulee.
While I would normally order a white, since I always have the crab claws and seafood as an entrée, I was really in the mood for a red and ... |
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I'm headed back to Negril, Jamaica, in a couple of weeks this time sans wife. We're still married but she has lost a lot of time from work due to an illness in the family and we just didn't think it would be cool for her to ask for a week off to lay on the beach, plus she needs to remain close in case anything else happens.
So...she's still pouting and I know I should feel bad for going without her, and I would but...I really, REALLY want to go.
I intend to take some of the time down there to work on ... |
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I was skimming through a magazine article the other day and realized that I have been lucky enough to do a lot of things other people dream about. I've traveled a good deal, eaten at some of the finer restaurants, and lived a pretty good life, especially for someone from a very small town.
But I realized my life list was still incomplete, so I thought I'd jot down a few here and, if anyone else wants to share theirs, invite them to do so.
I want to visit the Greek Islands using either a yacht or a huge sailboat as ... |
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