An Anniversary of Sorts

With all of the hustle and nuttiness of the past couple of weeks, I totally forgot to post a special anniversary blog last Friday. Why, it was on June 8 two years ago that I started this cleverly original B.S. machine known as “I’ll Grow Old But I Won’t Grow Up.” Ta da!

I’m actually amazed that I’m still at it, to be honest with you. With the exception of my lifelong Disney craze, I tend to get bored with hobbies fairly quickly. But it’s been fun to write, and even more fun to look and re-read what it was that was on my mind oh so long ago.

I could do one of those columns where the writers starts with “Boy, if you told me two years ago that I’d be...”, but why bother? “Keep Moving Forward”, as we learned from Meet The Robinsons. I can’t tell you where I’ll be two years from now, other than crossing my fingers and telling you that I sure as hell hope it isn’t Sioux City, Iowa.

I started this journal in 2005 as a way to mark my upcoming 40th birthday. Public whining, if you will. Now here I am, about to turn 42, and very glad that I’m not 30-something any longer. I’m actually enjoying my 40s; I guess we’ll see how long that lasts. The Lovely Mrs. G. tells me that I’m “aging gracefully”, although she does love to point out (and laugh hysterically) that I’m getting old man hair growing out of my ears. (I don’t believe her, though. Can anyone loan me a good mirror?)

So here I am – two years older, and hopefully a little wiser. I’m now a grandfather, something I never suspected I would be when I first logged on. I’m still stuck in the Midwest, but that dream I first posted way back when about moving far, far away still lives. Oh, sure – it may take a little bit longer than I anticipated, but the fire still burns. And hopefully I’m still a decent guy, full of wit, sarcasm, and huge buckets of charm. And modest, too.

So there you have it – two years of blogging. Thanks for stopping by to read my 350+ posts, and thanks for not mocking my ear hair. Ewwww.