Another year of me

Well, I'm 43 today. I remember when my dad was 43, and he was OLD! Do my kids think of me like that? Do they think I'm old? I don't feel old!

I keep asking my kids for affirmation that they don't think of me as old, and they assure me they do not. Of course this from my 11 year old daughter who once famously told me, "Yep dad, someday I'll be old and you'll be dead."

I think my dad acted older than I do. That must be it. It's a generational thing. That generation was more serious about the "seriousness" of parenthood than we are. Perhaps that's why our kids behave the way they do!

For my birthday, we went to two KU games in the past week. That's probably my quota for the year.

I hope that by my next birthday, our country will be in better shape. I fear that it won't be. This great house of cards can easily be tumbled by a slight wisp of wind (from the general direction of China).

By my next birthday, there will be a major election in which new congressional representatives will be chosen across this land. I hope my fellow Americans throw the current crop of bums out and really do a better job of picking their replacements. Of course, that depends on who runs, and most often the BEST people won't go anywhere near it.

By my next birthday, we may be paying for an unwanted healthcare reform that we won't actually experience for several more years down the road. They're not apparently heeding those signs that say "You cram healthcare reform down our throats in 2009, we'll cram it up your ____ in 2010!"

And if they do indeed cram it down our throats despite the opposition of a majority of Americans, I hope that by my next birthday, it will indeed have been crammed up their ___ so they can hobble back home as the duly dis-elected and completely disgraced former representatives of their congressional districts.

But as for tonight, let me eat cake!