Turning 51...

...is, as I type, just 23 hours and five minutes away.  So once again, I try to ignore the stiffness in my back, the soreness in my right foot and calf, and my ever-blurring eyes to load up on the reasons I should be delighted I'm one year into the second half of the Martin century.  So I went on a site that told me what celebrities are currently 51.

"Little" Al Unser, Jr.  Not a bad start.
Boy George.  Uhhhmmm...
AJ Feely.  My son could tell you how much I appreciate this former incompetent Miami Dolphin QB; that would explain why he's under Boy George.
Barack Obama.  That's it, I'm done here.

Next, I had to wade through 50,000 posts of how 51- year-old actor Doug Hutchinson just married his 16-year-old girlfriend.

Yeah... good luck with that.
 

But I did managed to get past her chest those posts to find a small plethora (a plethorita?) of factoids.

At the age of 51 (which starts the last age category), I should be consuming 3 cups of dairy a day.  Of course, I should have been doing that in the 19-30 and 31-50 age groups, too.

At the age of 51, two months ago former NFL RB Herschel Walker announced he'd like to fight in the UFC.  I think I'd rather be Doug Hutchinson.

At the age of 51, Gordie Howe began his last season in the NHL.  With the then-Hartford Whalers, he scored 15 goals and 26 assists in 80 games.  It was the most games in a season in his career, and his third-lowest point total.  In fact, he had 5 seasons where he topped 41 just in goals.

At the age of 51, Bilbo Baggins was on his quest in Lord Of The Rings.  But gravity was less back then.

The world's oldest living horse, Shayne, died in February.  He was 51.

Oddly enough, he lived in the same town as the world's oldest living dog (Pip, a terrier whippet cross that is supposedly 24).  Something in the water?


The average age in the Western world for the onset of menopause is 51.  Well, there's one I don't have to worry about.

On the bright side, I am younger than 85 out of 100 US Senators, 305 US Congressmen, and 42 governors.  Buncha old fogies, anyway.

One site says I should have saved a minimum of $455,000 by now.  Of course, that's based on a yearly income of $65,000.  Using as a multiplier what I've made the past few years, that would work it's way down to $122,847.19.  Sorry to say, I'm WELL short of that, but I did buy a Powerball this morning.  However, another site says if I'd put 50 cents in my piggy bank every day since I turned three, I'd have $8,765.50, and I DO have that beat.


One site, called Poke my birthday, said this when I put in May 16th, 1962:
You are exactly 51 years 1 week 5 days 20 hours 18 minutes 42 seconds old.

Which means they are either one week, 5 days, 42 hours, 46 minutes, and 42 seconds in the future, or they suck at telling time.


And me?  I'm still here, still stiff and sore (I'll tell you about taking a walk at 85 degrees later), a bit ashamed about my post whining yesterday, and appreciative of all the birthday wishes I've gotten so far and those who are waiting till tomorrow to lower the boom.

And Lord?  I was just kidding about the "Martin CENTURY"....