Feeling like an old man at 40

Children( anyone under 65) complain too much about trivialities these days. Why, when I was young, I walked 10 miles through hip-deep snow in the winter just to go to school. We only had heat in the kitchen, and that was when Mom was cooking. You didn't dawdle on the commode, as that was in 'the little brown shack out back'. Now, it is whine, whine, whine about everything.
My Ipad's battery is dead;
I didn't get to Starbucks for a latte this morning;
The shoe store was out of Dr. Martins in my size;
Lady GaGa cancelled her concert;
Brad Pitt didn't get an Oscar.
Which one of these events caused the world to tilt on its axis and changed your life? Get a grip 'cause life will drag you down if you don't.
 
Difference between feeling old, like you, and actually being old, like me, (65), is you don't give anything on your list a second thought any more. As the overused old saying goes, it is what it is.
 
I will be 70 in about two weeks and it's only this past year that I have been feeling my age.:(
 
Age is just a state of mind!

One of my best friends is 63. He has long hair, plays electric guitar, and owns a lawn mowing business. Meeting him, you'd never guess he's that old.

I'm 55. A few years ago I started eating better, and I lost 60 pounds. I don't have an exercise regimen, but I am extremely active. No brag here, but women 20 years younger regularly hit on me.

There is no reason for me to accept old age, and I have no plans to do so!

If you're feeling like an old man at 40, you should start doing something about it right now!
 
I'm in early 70's, still ride a motorcycle, shoot guns once or twice a week, reload, exercise, keep my 68 acres brush hogged in summer, clean snow from my own driveway, do my own mechanical work (drive old cars and trucks)...........who has time to get old? I never thought I'd live this long, but I'm stickin' it out till the Lord calls me home! :)
 
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I'm 57 and still hit the Gym 4 or 5 times a week and feel good..I've noticed that after chopping wood all morning that I feel like a Diesel trying to crank over at 10 below..how the hell did that happen? I laughed when I told my Wife that I have turned into my Dad as far as our Son is concerned. God was I that annoying with the way I did things..I'm sure I was it was just to long ago to remember! I just embrace that I'm upright and can still do the things I love!
 
Gatorfamer,
That's just winter in Sheridan bearin' down on you. Springs a comin'. Honest it is.

When you hear the Meadow Larks singing in May you'll git a spring in your step and none of that minor stuff will matter.

I'm 71 and just gittin' my second wind. It's thru a hose in my nose, but spring's a comin'.:)
 
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The aches and pains are the BIG GUYS way of letting us know were still alive, even though we don't look it...
Its been so long since I Stopped at a bar or even had a beer when we eat out (which isn't often in this economy.) I was out riding with a friend during the warmer months, getting harder to remember that far back. We were sitting at the bar ordered two Drafts put a $20 on the bar when the pretty young thing returned with my change down I had to look around for the other 4 beers. things sure have changed since I was younger.
 
Turn 70 next week and still kicking. Granted it's not as high as it used to be but still kicking anyway. Just look forward to it and it won't be so bad.
 
left 72 behind. still feel good in the morning, almost. age wearings that we deal with. need a knee replaced, insurence won't pay for it yet. they should deal w/ the occurence that one has w/ arthridis. hip replaced. write down list for the store, cross it out or circle it if i don't pick it up. if wife says i forgot, have list to show it wasn't on the list in the 1st. place. enjoy being outside, even below zero, the other day, worked outside till my fingers were cruled, funny to try to take out a wallet of the pocket when fingers curled. going to have a new standard, no cell phones when family walk into the door, finished at looking at the top of their heads or the back of their necks. had to tell everyone at the table it's time to eat. since i retired i do 95% of the cooking. step son called from texas. wanted the turkey balls w/ pasta when he got back off the road. i think my small gun box w/ cable will hold all of the phones. his wife says she rather eat here than her mothers. as above ^^^^^^, different stages for different ages. always when i was a youngin i would listen to older men tell their stories, in the mill takeing a trade the old timers from the old country hardly ever explaned something until they saw you wanted to learn. evryone have a good week. take care. rich
 
While I can count how many times a horse or mule has put me in the hospital, I can't count how many times I've been launched off the hurricane deck of a young horse or recalcitrant mule. Still, I wouldn't change those experiences for all the tea in China.:D

I've been upended and kicked around by some unruly critters myself. The scars I don't mind, it just shows that I've lived life.

At 68, I've finally learned to be a little more cautious.
 
40, 60, 80, age is a state of mind. If you think you are old, you are.
Regardless, whatever age a person is , it beats pushing up daisies.
My kids are your age. Last summer SIL did a triathalon, a 50k and other run & bike events, daughter runs 5 & 10K events.This summer they are both going to play softball. Both are active in their church.They have 2 children, about the same age as your. My son shoots, canoes, plays league softball and lets the women chase him(he is divorced). Has his son each summer.
You need hobbies, diversified interests to keep your mind off the "age number" Keep the mind and body active. I know, in cold weather it is hard to do, have that problem myself.
 
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Dropped 42K on a Ram truck. No dad-burn CD.
"Ports" for some kind of doo-hicky instead and satellite
radio that you PAY for.

One of my girls was over Sunday and was in my "office/shop.
She asked to pop on the Oscars for a minute.
I did.....for me, they may as well been speaking Cambodian nary a clue
as to who/what they were speaking about .
 
From Mule Packer:
Of course my joints ache when it gets cold. They also ache early in the morning when I crawl out of my bunk. They also remind me that they're there throughout most of the day. I don't care. Sure, it can be uncomfortable, but it's the price I have to pay for the kind of life I've led. While I can count how many times a horse or mule has put me in the hospital, I can't count how many times I've been launched off the hurricane deck of a young horse or recalcitrant mule. Still, I wouldn't change those experiences for all the tea in China.

I'm like you, I've laid on the ground and watched some of the finest buckin' horses there ever was after I took a very short ride.

From Jinglebob:
I've been upended and kicked around by some unruly critters myself. The scars I don't mind, it just shows that I've lived life.

Yup, and these last few years I have come to discover that the horses is gittin' taller and the ground is gittin' harder.

Like Dave Keith says, "I wouldn't take a million dollars for them times, and I would give a nickel for some more of them."
 
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Oh, I do not mean to sound as though I am overly complaining about. Every day above ground being a good one and all that. Given the older demographi. here, I am fully aware of the irony. In a way it is mystifying. When did I become so out of it, so behind the times? Five years ago? Ten? The turn of the century?

I also find irony in that my mother, a baby boomer, uses Facebook and I don't. She and her sister, my aunt, periodically unfriend each other and I have to hear about it.

Winter in Sheridan has not been that bad. Well frigid by SC standards, but no worse than what I had for the large part of my life, spent in Michigan and the Midwest. This year I am told that it is milder here than Michigan has been. It was five below the other morning, but it is in the 50s today. The sun even seems to shine more often than not.

I used to have a barber, his name was Red. Well that wasn't his real name, but he went by it. Circa 1997 he gave me a very fine haircut. Then he died. I didn't get a haircut for a year. Ever after, I just go to chain stylists. It always seemed almost sacrilegious to see a new barber. The sort of thing you have the same one for your whole life and can't replace. Like in Canada...where you get one spoon for your whole life and starve to death if you lose it...that is a law there, right?

1997 or 1998 or thereabouts seems like yesterday. But it isn't. And therein lays part of the problem.

I should probably get some whiskey and drink a medicinal glass a day. The oldest of old timers used to swear it would lubricate the joints. I always thought that sage advice.
 
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