Thursday, April 19, 2007

Over the speed limit

Saturday, I start cruising over the speed limit. My accelerator moves from 55 to 56 on April 21, and barring any unforeseen catastrophes (and goodness knows, anything can happen), things only speed up from here on out.

This is not going to be a post about the trials and tribulations of aging. Nor is it one about the wisdom of age. (In fact, I've found that in some ways I'm getting wiser, but in a whole slew more, I'm just as big a nincompoop as I ever was. Remind me again when that wisdom-thing's supposed to kick in - )

No, I refuse to wax philosophical, but if I'm heading hell-for-leather toward 60, I want to know who's going with me. I ain't a-goin' alone! Here's a partial list of born-in-'51ers, class-of-'69ers:

  • Kirstie Alley (No wonder she's channeling Jenny Craig.)
  • Rush Limbaugh (Noooooooooooooooooooo! He has to be much older than me.)

  • Phil Collins (So does he.)

  • Jane Seymour (The Medicine Woman, not Henry the VIII's wife. I'm not that old.)

  • Kurt Russell (Yu-um.)
  • Olivia Hussey (But I thought Juliet died at 13 . . .)

  • Sally Ride (Astronaut-chick)

  • Richard Thomas (Goodnight, John Boy)

  • Anjelica Huston (Love her, but she does kinda look like a drag queen. Maybe that's the look I need. Hm.)

  • Cheryl Ladd (second-tier Angel)

  • Lynda Carter (Yes, we are all still Wonder Women.)

  • Queen Noor of Jordan (A queen. That's what I think I'll be when I retire.)

  • Julie Kavner (Yes! Marge Simpson and I are the same age! Sa-weet!)

  • Michael Keaton (Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlej - )

  • Sting (What the . . .? Boy, he is an old fart, ain't he?)
There's a bunch more, and I won't bore you with the entire list. But it's all pedal-to-the-metal from now on, you aging rockers, athletes, and beauty queens. Eat my dust, chirruns!

3 comments:

Winston said...

A very wise old man once told me: The older you get, the older your are... Profound, huh? Over the years I have found that to hold true.

I remember the old folks saying how fast time flies and I thought they were just nuts. Not. Every year it flicks by faster, heading toward some unseen finish line. I started realizing a couple of years ago that I will not get it all done before I check off the planet, so have tried to prioritize a bit, and need to do a lot more. There is a radio commercial I have heard several times (no idea what they're pushing) that has a catch line of: No one ever went to their grave wishing they had spent more time at the office.

You, Limbaugh, and Cheryl Ladd, huh? No way... BigMouth Rush is a much older phart than you and Cheryl.

Hippo Birdy to you! I'll remember to toast you manana...

Elsie said...

Life in the fast lane!! Sounds like fun. Happy, happy birthday, Mary.

Joy Des Jardins said...

Happy Birthday you crazy girl....

You are in some good company....I'm right in there with you....I turned the big 60 in January. We may be over the speed limit, but we can still put "the pedal to the medal" Mary. Well, I know for sure YOU can. Cheers dear friend...