40's - they ain't so bad...

......wait until you hit 50.......

I already kind of eat like that. I actually find I like it better.

Of course, I think marriage has put like 20 pounds on my lil' frame.

And you learn that CRON is not just a Unix utility...

My teeth are getting cavities now. So I recently sat down with myself to think through ym current tooth delimma and I pondered the fact that in previous generations oral health was terrible and so most people lost nearly all teeth by their 40's ... and simultaneously most people barely lived beyond their 50's. As I pondered all that, I reminded myself how in the past decade a remarkable link was made between the health of your teeth and the overall health of your entire body. [So now I know longer scoff at the peculiar fact that modern medicine continues to uphold a separation between dentists and all other doctors to the point where the American Medical Association (AMA) contiues to be separate from the America Dental Association (ADA), and medical insurance is still totally separate from dental insurance, etc.]

The upshot is that I need to brush and floss more, dammit. If I'm planning to live into my 70's or 80's, I'd hate to do it without my teeth.




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Check out John Eddie's song, "Forty".

Just shut up!

I'm nearly 63 and love it. Except sometimes my knees don't.

Bullocks. 40 is the new 26. I'm 43...eating what I want. Zero body fat. Hazoo!

You-alls talkin' about age or temperature?

I wrote a blog post called, '46 and Traumatized', and I am; 46 and traumatized.

I'm 47 and I have the body of a 27 year old.
















It's a big freezer.

Where is she?

Plot Device said:

The upshot is that I need to brush and floss more, dammit. If I'm planning to live into my 70's or 80's, I'd hate to do it without my teeth..

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I plan to replace mine with Jaws-style titanium ones. Or, if the writing thing makes me my millions, Cohen style diamond ones.

In landscaper's years, I'm 235 and feel like it every morning. And when I say my morning prayers, I thank God for another day ... and for Alieve. By the time the first pot of coffee is gone, I'm feeling more like 94 - only twice my actual age.