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Let’s face the facts. I’m over the hill. it’s sad but true. But as I get accustomed to being an “old man” there are a new set of ground rules I have to consider.

check out the following:

- Now that I’m over 40, I no longer need to make an effort to impress the young ladies at work. It’s a waste of energy now. now that I’m an old man – I’m way past “desirable”!

- Along the same lines, I’ve got no need to impress anyone. I can dress however the hell I want now. no one really gives a crap about the over 40 crowd. socks with birkenstocks? why not! loud hawaiian shirts with plaid golf pants? hell to the yeah!

- I’m now banned from texting people on my cell phone. and besides I’ve never gotten the hang of typing on the numerical keypad anyway.

- I no longer have to attempt to stay “hip” and “in the know”. So there’s no need to watch the crap on MTV or CW to keep up with the kids. At this age, the gap between generations is just too great.

- I’ve got to bone up on my history, though. As an old man, I’ve got to regularly reference historical facts and start conversations with “awww, this ain’t nothing. Things were so much better back in my day. I remember back when…”

- It’s a known fact that it’s harder to stay in shape when you’re over forty. so why bother, I say! why fight the inevitable? I’m going to go with the “more natural” look. the way mother nature intended!! behold, my glorious beer-belly!!!

- the jury’s still out on whether the over forty crowd should even facebook. I’m on facebook but I’ve started to refrain from superpoking everyone. an old man poking FB friends just doesn’t feel right anymore.

- I’ve now earned the right to purchase a “laz-E boy” recliner for those sunday afternoon football games! hopefully I can find the ones that include a built-in fridge for beer!!

hhmmmm, after mulling things over, it’s not ALL bad. membership has its privileges!

I’m such a klutz. no matter where I go, I’m bound to break or drop something. God help me.

This morning, while packing up my things after the middle child’s soccer game, I dropped my nice little digital camera in the mud.

of all the other things in my hands at the time, it just HAD to be the camera. lovely!

At least the middle child’s team won the game. I’m so glad about that since he was assigned “goalie” during the second half of the game. AND you know how everyone BLAMES the goalie whenever the team loses!

holy crap! I’m *40* now. I simply can’t believe it.

really!

how sad.

It’s ALL down hill from here on out, isn’t it.

..it’s a dark day indeed.

yeah, I screwed up. with all the kids involved in some sort of sporting activity on saturdays, it’s getting a bit tough keeping their schedules straight. for some reason I thought my middle child had his soccer game at the same time as my youngest. but I was wrong. the middle child totally missed his game b/c of me. sorry son!! but at least I got my other two kids to their respective games on time. as MeatLoaf sang all those years ago – “but don’t be sad because two out of three ain’t bad“.

my 12 year old came home last week with a blown out bicycle tire. he wasn’t that forthcoming about how he did it so I’m not really sure if he ran over something or if he did some crazy stunt and busted the tire with sheer force. anyway, I wasn’t really keen on replacing the tube in the tire especially since it’s the back tire but thankfully it wasn’t too hard. bought a replacement tube at walmart for $3.50 and got started…

Since the back tire already separated from the rim I didn’t have to worry about using tire levers to pry open the sides of the tire. that was a good thing since I didn’t have tire levers on hand.

anyway the first thing you have to do is release the brakes so that they don’t interfere when removing the tire from the frame. My son’s bike has V-brakes so it was simply a matter of disconnecting the cable on one end of the brake.
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