Thought for the day:Today I am going to have an attitude like the stick figures who work for the “Life is Good” clothing line.They always seem so happy and grateful –like they are having a good day.Not all day.
And, frankly, the overly-pleasant skinny skinny stick people get on your nerves after a while. It’s like being around a bunch of people who just discovered Prozac or something.
It’s not real.But for this morning , I am going to be like a “Life is Good” stick person.
If you are almost 50 years old:
Go to a Starbucks where they don’t know you by name. Order whatever you would normally order. And here’s the prank part. Give them a fake name In a few minutes your drink will be ready and they will alert you —not by your real name but some totally bogus fake name! It’s hilarious and no one will know but you OK. It’s totally lame and not funny at all. But it was a long line today at Starbucks slow service and I spent my time trying to think of a payback I made up the name “Beauregard Brown.” And when the barista glanced up to ask the inevitable, I responded, “Please don’t ask if you can call me ‘Bo.’ I hate the nickname ‘Bo’….Oh, OK, you can use the nickname ‘Bo’ for my coffee cup.” She thanked me and smiled like I had done her a great favor by not requiring her to write out the name “Beauregard” on my “tall” (which must mean puny in Seattle) coffee cup. But tomorrow I will be ready. If it’s really slow service I will tell her I am from KY where we have a lot of hyphenated male first names, like mine: Buearegard-Bob. And let her try to write out the whole first name.
Click here to read the entire interview. Is my son simply growing up or am I being “downsized” and “strategically redeployed” in my own home? Or both? My son turned 19 yesterday. I remember as a teenager my best friend and his father would wrestle with each other in their home. It was a way of interacting in a fun and friendly way but could also get intense at times. My friend told me later that the intensity was caused by his father being challenged that he was being displaced as the “man of the house” or the “stronger man between the two” and that all fathers had ego challenges when this natural turning point occurred with a son. (His father was a psychologist so he got deeper explanations for things than I did) I thought it made sense but assured myself I wouldn’t display such insecurities when I experienced this phenomenon with my son. As I hugged my son good night last night, I noticed he was taller than me. Finally. I mentioned this to him and he said matter-of-factly, “Yeah, I know.” And didn’t show the slightest bit of remorse or need to reassure me of my dominant male role in the family. I felt like asking him if he wanted to wrestle me. But just didn’t have the energy at that moment. I remember as a child–maybe at about age 6 or 7 –my mom let me start brushing my own hair to get ready for school. I was proud of my independence signified by my responsibility for the hair on my head.
As I grew older, about ages 13-14, I graduated to a new level and had to start shaving my peach fuzz-like growth on my upper lip. A year or two later, another step still— as I began shaving not only my entire lower face but shaving daily. And then as I aged into my 20s and early 30s the next phase of follicular development: I began having to shave my upper neck daily too. And occasionally ask my wife to shave the back of my neck And then….and then…. I still brush my hair, shave my entire lower face and upper neck and occasionally ask my wife to shave the back of my neck…but as I have moved into my 40s now additionally trim my eye brows every two weeks and even check my ear canals once or twice a month for errant hair growths. What’s next? No. On second thought, I don’t want to know. Visit NBCNews.com for breaking news, world news, and news about the economy I am 49 and turn 50 in less than 2 monthsMy mind is racing this morning to come up with a few final reckless behaviors I can engage in over the next few weeks.While I can still blame the bad behavior on being a “youthful indiscretion.”
… I mean, there have got to be some things you can get away with at 49 that you just can’t get away with at 50. I want to find out what they are. And do them. While there is still time. While I am still young enough to get away with it.See More Role reversals, aging, and the movies.
Tonight I’m watching The Graduate for the first time in 30 years. I saw The Graduate the first time around when I was 19 years old. The first time I saw the movie I thought it was about youthful rebellion, young love, inter-generational lust, and the loss of innocence. This time around I thought it was a movie about the promise of the “Plastics” industry in the late 1960s.See More |
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