Yes Sir, This Is The Minivan For You It Has A Built-In DVD Player

  In  my 20's  it was all about - Sex, drugs and rock 'n roll
   my  worries were - Is she single and where can I eat for $5 or less

In my 30's it was all about - Love, marriage, babies, career, minivan
 my worries were - better start a college fund and why am I driving a freaking minivan.

  In my 40's it's all about  - same as 30's with the added stress of having a preteen in the house  and the constant parade of preteen girls in front of the house, knowing what it was like to be a preteen boy and remembering what I wanted as a preteen boy. 

Also my wardrobe now consists of shit from Sears aka "Sensible dad attire"

The minivan is dead :)

I see older men walking about town some are balding and some have hanging bellies, one trait I notice about them is that the majority of them seem to be happy. Their physical appearance has come and gone like a ship in the night, no longer the cock of the walk or the king of the pride, their sexuality does not seem to be priority any more.


 From the time boys start ogling the fairer sex until the coffin lid closes seeking the adoration of women seems to be the paramount goal, not to say that us married men are out there poaching and chasing tail (except for Tiger and Favre) but we still see ourselves are viable sexual beings. But as we cosmically hurdle towards the middle ground do we loose that infinite desire to be attractive, are we more concerned with our short game and putting stroke or that our football team will be purchased by a Russian oligarch and given a blank check for next season?
(From my lips to God's ear) 
PS. Dear lord we need a striker and a goalie.


I suppose most older men are happily married and have raised their kids, some have a few coins put away for their retirement and seem to be glad to be over the mid life crisis. Understanding that the need to mate and populate has come and gone, now it's time for them to pass the wisdom on to the next generation of wide eyed lads.


I have quite a few years to go until I hit the half century but I have noticed the slowing down of the once athletic body, These are some of the recent signs:

 * No longer am I able to stay up past midnight murdering pints marinated
    in whisky and expect to function the next day.

*  Loosing to my 12 year old in a foot race. Yes I said 12 years old,
    he is as fast as Hermes.

 
* Not being able to sustain myself on pizza and accepting bran in my life, yum.

* Actually wanting to visit the doctor without the sharp prod of the wife. 

 
  I am sure that there are many more to come so for now I will keep on keeping on and do the best I can, at least I live in a country where the cost of health care and medicine is affordable. 

Oh shit.....
"Honey, pass me the bran..."