Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Lisa, happy birthday to you.
Born April 7, 1969. Yes, it’s my 50th birthday. That was the best day and year ever, but I’m more than a little biased.
I’m half a century old. While more might not be excited by that, I’m a little different. Reaching such a milestone is awesome. I’m going to celebrate as much as I can and for as long as allowed. Standard publisher Pat Zechman named me Employee of the Month and that will help. I receive a designated parking space all month. Pretty sweet.
My boyfriend is holding what is my first birthday party. He’s spent a lot of time preparing for a cookout. He occasionally asks my input on the event, such as which I prefer: regular cake or ice cream cake? Ice cream – the best of both.
As I’m writing this, it hasn’t taken place yet. However, I know it will be awesome. That’s just the kind of guy he is. I’m feeling blessed to have him.
This month, I plan on seeing the remake of Stephen King’s “Pet Sematary” movie. I’m a horror movie buff. Love them. No chic flicks for me. While bringing loved ones back from the dead isn’t high on the list of favorites, this remake is timely. It came out the weekend of my birthday and it’s based on one of King’s books, making it a must-see movie.
AARP beat everyone to the punch on birthday well-wishing. The organization sent me a letter welcoming me to the club a few days before my birthday. Kudos for being on the ball. It generously offering me a discount on a membership. I appreciate that, but I’ll pass at this time. Try again at 55 or maybe 65.
I’ve heard both sides of the spectrum: congratulations and comments negative about aging.
Negativity isn’t something I do. When it comes to age, I think about the alternative. Since there is no fountain of youth, you only have two choices: life and death. I’m not ready for the latter.
If that isn’t enough, think about all the people who would have loved to reach 50 but didn’t get that luxury? My brother was taken by cancer at age 45. He fought a very diligent fight before the disease won. Thinking negatively about age with him, and others, in mind is impossible. I’d be ashamed of myself.
Life in the first 50 years has been full of highs and lows. I expect that to continue. At any age, life has a way of reminding us that it doesn’t care how old we are. Despite the lows, life is always worth living just to see what each day brings with it.
Maybe the lows make life worth living. Those times help us appreciate it when times are good.
My favorite age-related joke is, “She remembers when the Dead Sea was only sick.” That’s too funny.
Standard reporter Lisa Hobbs can be reached at 473-2191.