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January 18, 2017 · 0:00

Annual Tune’s Up

It’s that time again. I’m gonna make you listen to this song:

Yeah, you guessed it. It’s my birthday. I am, not surprisingly since I have been blogging under the stupid blog name FiftyFourAndAHalf for 5 and a half years, well, I’m older today.

Old. Probably older than you; probably shorter than you, too. Life just ain’t fair. I’m older and shorter than people I can’t even see…

Today is my 60th birthday. I’m not a big fan of my birthday, for reasons you can find here: Still, it’s a day. A decade. Something to celebrate with my husband and son and good food and cake. Gotta have cake.

And it’s something that is way better than the alternative. Yup. Way better.

To the handful who have been along with me since I was, actually 54-1/2, thanks for all the times we’ve laughed and cried together. To my new blogging buddies, welcome again. Thank you for stopping by; I hope you stick around.

Blogging has been a wonderfully fun way to spend time over these last 5-1/2 years, and counting, cause I’m not planning to stop. I see no reason to stop.

Because people my age are getting gross. So what else can we do?

Love you guys!

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January 18, 2014 · 0:00

The Stars Have It

Just the other day, I got an early birthday gift from a bloggin’ buddy. Benze from Benzeknees directed me to what is billed as “A very ACCURATE HOROSCOPE” — just when I was trying to figure out what to say about my birthday. January 18. I actually hate my birthday. I’d much rather celebrate someone else’s. But celebrating this milestone is traditional. And I am nothing if not traditional.

So thanks, Benze, you made life much easier!

CAPRICORN – The Passionate Lover (December 22 to January 19)
Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Grouchy at times and annoying to some. Lazy and love to take it easy, but when they find a job or something they like to do they put their all into it. Proud, understanding and sweet. Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves to win against other signs in sports, especially Gemini’s. Likes to cook but would rather go out to eat at good restaurants. Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart.

24 years of bad luck if you do not share this post.

There’s a bit of truth in it, even though I will admit to having no clue as to what “Love to bust” means. Grouchy? Ummm, yeah. Intelligent and Sassy? OK, often. “Great talker” — well, I’ll never get a job as a mime. “Always gets what he or she wants”? I’m working on it. Unfortunately it doesn’t say how long it takes … (I need a dog….)

The description that is closest to the mark is that I’m lazy. It’s true. And it makes it so that I don’t have to do any more work on this post.

Yes, I’m going to post what I put up last year. And the year before. It’s true. I am going to post the song that sums up my life these days as a new 57-year old:

But you know what? It beats the alternative.