{"id":59,"date":"2011-04-09T16:34:00","date_gmt":"2011-04-09T21:34:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beckypalmer.thecomputerguy.bz\/2011\/04\/what-is-middle-age\/"},"modified":"2015-11-11T20:48:55","modified_gmt":"2015-11-12T02:48:55","slug":"what-is-middle-age","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/?p=59","title":{"rendered":"What is Middle Age?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-P7V7PfZo3I4\/TaCUK4P3-II\/AAAAAAAAAKI\/r4wiFBxw_uM\/s1600\/DSC02302.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593633651812726914\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-P7V7PfZo3I4\/TaCUK4P3-II\/AAAAAAAAAKI\/r4wiFBxw_uM\/s320\/DSC02302.jpg\" \/><\/a> <span style=\"font-family:arial;\">I remember the summer my parents turned 40. My sister and I gleefully hung an &#8220;Over the Hill&#8221; banner in the front window, put rocking chairs on their birthday cake and gave them buttons that said &#8220;Middle Age is Marvelous&#8221;. My 16 year old self thought all of this was hilarious, but my current 39 year old self is less amused. <\/span><\/p>\n<div><span style=\"font-family:arial;\"><\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">I am fully aware that I&#8217;m getting older. I sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies when I get out of bed in the morning. There are lines on my face that didn&#8217;t used to be there. There are a lot of pop culture things out there I am too old\/ uncool\/ etc to understand or enjoy. A short list includes Justin Bieber, Jersey Shore, the Twilight series, and anything involving a Kardashian. I also know that most people half my age don&#8217;t watch much on the Food Channel, don&#8217;t follow NASA on Twitter and wouldn&#8217;t agree with me that the music from the 80&#8217;s is clearly 100 times better than today&#8217;s Top 40 offerings (although I will admit that I like Katy Perry quite a lot).<\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div><span style=\"font-family:arial;\"><\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">I did a quick Google search on &#8220;When does Middle Age Start&#8221; and found answers ranging anywhere from 25 (yes really) to 50. The most common answer was 40 so I guess my sister and I had it right after all. Darn.<\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div><span style=\"font-family:arial;\"><\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">I guess the bigger question is &#8220;Why do I care?&#8221; Why when most things are going very well for me does the number of years I&#8217;ve been alive bother me so much? <\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div><span style=\"font-family:arial;\"><\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">Answer: I Don&#8217;t Know. Not a great answer I admit but it&#8217;s the only one I have. I don&#8217;t actually hit 40 until December so I still have some time to figure it out. How well I will do remains to be seen.<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I remember the summer my parents turned 40. My sister and I gleefully hung an &#8220;Over the Hill&#8221; banner in the front window, put rocking chairs on their birthday cake and gave them buttons that said &#8220;Middle Age is Marvelous&#8221;. My 16 year old self thought all of this was hilarious, but my current 39 year old self is less&#8230; <a href=\"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/?p=59\">Read more &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[25],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-59","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bright-shiny-objects"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=59"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/59\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=59"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=59"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=59"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}