I stripped down and stared, bare-assed, into the mirror.
Four years ago, on my 30th birthday, I did something similar and took stock of who and what I had become in the first 15,768,000 minutes of my life.
As of yesterday morning, 2,102,400 minutes more have brought me to the age of 34.
So many minutes, so little time.
Gazing at my reflection, I wanted, this time, to really see past the outside stuff: the first hints of wrinkles and they gray that seems to have taken a mortgage in my beard; the nose and ears that are still too big and the legs that I’m resigned will always follow function over form.1
When you look at yourself naked you can see into your soul.
Especially if you look long and hard enough.
There is that saying that people are like wine, getting finer as they age. I don’t know about getting finer, but there is definitely some truth to that fact that once you reach a certain age, what seems like change is really more process. The body has long been established. You are who you are. Time just helps bring out hidden and sometimes surprising flavors.
As I have said before, blogging and the connection it brings to the worlds2 outside of the mountains of East Tennessee, has been a big factor in my adult development. So has the job change, somewhere around life minute #17,469,000 ,which has caused me to slide a bit more to the left on the brain scale.
But it will come as no surprise that the greatest effect to my recent development involves the Attorney.
If I was to try to time stamp it, it wouldn’t be minute #15,636,600 when we first met and he took “no” for an answer. It would be months later (minute#16,425,000) when we met again and he wouldn’t take “no” for an answer.
And I’m better because of it. I’m a little bit smarter for it. I’m a bit more confident. I sleep a bit better. I’m happier and hornier.3
He has caused in me a solid comfortness and has provided for me someone to live for in a way that Granny can’t. Both of which are things that 2,102,400 minutes or more ago, I was not sure that I would experience at any minute in my life.
Only time will tell if it will be forever. Millions and millions of minutes later it could all be different. New flavors sometimes bubble to the surface and clash. But for now, we have each other and we are good for each other.
And that’s the best thing you can have on your birthday.
Or any day.
{ fin }
- some things, I guess, will never change. [↩]
- figurative and literal [↩]
- and I was already a pretty happy horny guy! [↩]
Happy Belated Birthday. Boy these keep coming around sooner and sooner it seems.
Happy Birthday Tony.
I found your blog just before your 30th birthday. I can’t believe I’ve been around for 2,366,820 minutes or more, I have enjoyed them all.
It sounds like you consider yourself very fortunate at this point in your life and that’s a good place to be.
I’m very happy you and the attorney have each other in your lives. I’m very happy you have another year to celebrate and that you keep sharing them with us.
To continued Health & Happiness!
“Smarter, confident, happier, hornier…” Blessed. Well done, sweet man. Delighted to celebrate your birth on Canada Day, I’ll spark off a few fireworks tonight with your name on ‘em. Cheers!
Happy Birthday Big Guy! I’m so glad that you are not alone anymore! Have a drink on me tonight!
I’m so happy you have the attorney too! He sounds like such a wonderful man and you two are so deserving of each other.
Happy Birthday, Tony! And here’s to another thirty four.
It only gets better and better, especially with special people to share it with.
Again, I wish you a very happy birthday and many happy returns of the day. I’d hate to add up all the minutes more that equal my age, but I do know that you’ve added a positive influence and many smiles on quite a few of those minutes for which I thank you.
Happy birthday, Tony.
Happy Birthday from a fellow Cancer — mine is coming up in a week or so!
To your theme — I generally like getting older…I am more, um, me, as I get older.
I could do without that new sagginess that showed up this year (46!)…but otherwise, the body is not too worse for the wear.
Happy Birthday. It’s great to have someone to share it with.
Happy Birthday Tony, and thanks for the presents … West of Mayberry!
Happy Birthday! Here’s wishing you a lot more happy and horny minutes
What, no photo from the look in the mirror? Happy Birthday!
I love your birthday present from you to us. Sorry I can’t give you anything more than my appreciation. I’m so grateful that I found your blog and beyond happy that you decided to return to blogging. Here’s hoping you have many years of happiness and horniness to blog about.
Happy, happy Birthday to you! -Mark
Tony – the attorney is a blessing and I hope he’s one that stays with you. I’m hitting 35 in August, Pete (and his salted beard) hit 35 in March. Embracing and accepting age is important, some people want time to stop, growth to stop, and thats just silly.
Hope it was a nice birthday for you!
-Kory
OMG!!!!!! Happy Birthday…….
As my wise grandma used to say, “You don’t know-a nothin’ a-yet, and me, I’m-a eighty-seven and I don’t know-a nothin’ a-yet” And she told this parable: http://fdef.blogspot.com/2006/02/la-nonna.html
I’m so glad you and the attorney are happy together.
Happy Birthday, Tony!
For those who work it right–and I think you’re working it just exactly right–it just keeps getting better as it goes on. You and the Attorney are a great couple–I wish you health, happiness and a long life together.
Just remember they are the first seconds/minutes of your life.
Happy Birthday, Tony!
I’m really enjoying reading your blog. I, along with many others, are glad you returned.
Very well said my friend!
A belated happy birthday to you, Tony!