Mourning 49 Years' Passing

Bryan is turning 50. I know... it's hard for me to believe too. The people in his office thought that it would be a lot of fun (torture) to mourn the passing of 49 years rather than celebrate the completion of a half-century of life. I'll explain the pictures as you scroll down.

My office window was plastered with orange paper with the reminder that I was now 50. The door was sealed with birthday caution tape, and was adorned with a big-haired picture of a once-handsome 21-year old.

On the door handle was a "mood" wheel. I guess I'm supposed to keep that there so people will know how I'm feeling before making an attempt to speak with me. I'm thinking right here to set the dial for "Oh no... what's next?"

Pictures were everywhere around the building, even behind my mini-blinds. That should teach me about putting up "early years" pictures on gadoodles.com.

Apparently they (Kat Harris) thought I should be on certain life support measures, so I received the customary IV, alert whistle and old age pill treatment. But the best/worst was yet to come.

I was wheeled from the 3rd floor to the 4th floor break room where a reception/viewing was waiting. Yes, I was blushing.

At the front door was an over-the-hill wreath.

... and mourners (Emily Hill).

The tables were decorated with photos to remember by past youth.

But there was cake and goodies to make up for some of the humiliation.

Tom lead everyone in "Sweet Home, Sweet Chariot" and then "Happy Birthday." Wow, what a treat!

Who was that guy from 29 years ago?

My "humbling" was even carried over to lunch at Frontera. I will not soon forget this day.

Did you hear that, my friends? I will not forget this day. The smile on my face below is that of an evil mind planning revenge!

And if you're interested, you can click here for a copy of the stroll down memory lane that my team put together.

By the way, after seeing these photos (and I'm rarely caught in them) I've decided that "FIT AT FIFTY" is my new motto. I hope you'll be seeing less of me in the next year, and I mean that in a good way.

Bryan