you know you're getting old when…

September 9, 2007

you know you're getting old when…

Filed under: misc — petiteanglaiseparis @ 6:58 pm

… you decide to remove the year of your birth from facebook.

Comments (36)

36 Comments

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

:)

Comment by Farfallina ...a roam to Rome — September 9, 2007 @ 7:23 pm
P.S. You’re still young, pretty, and have an exciting life abroad!! Hey, what’s this about getting old? :) Enjoy! :)

Comment by Farfallina ...a roam to Rome — September 9, 2007 @ 7:25 pm
P’tite–Old? You? That’ll be the day. You’re young and lovely so stop worrying about getting old. And if it’s you Birthday–well, Happy Birthday! Bonne Anniversaire
:-)

So luv and cheers from an old man in Seattle

Beau

Comment by Beau — September 9, 2007 @ 7:39 pm
29 again then? Congratulations!

Comment by Eats Wombats — September 9, 2007 @ 7:40 pm
perhaps, but then you eventually get even older and don’t mind people knowing. In fact, there’s a certain point when, if you’ve kept yourself in reasonably good shape, you’re perversely keen to have people know your age in hopes that they’ll disbelieve you! (You’re 54 — no way!)
So the fact that you’re hiding your age might seem a sign of age to you, but that you’re still hiding it makes you appear relatively youthful to me. Sadly, I’m not the demographic you’re probably trying to impress!

Comment by materfamilias — September 9, 2007 @ 7:41 pm
Bon anniversaire.

Comment by marie-hélène — September 9, 2007 @ 7:53 pm
Happy birthday then

Comment by Sad Song — September 9, 2007 @ 8:15 pm
Okay,well, then I became old many many years ago. Or I am just paranoid about privacy.

Comment by Caroline in Rome — September 9, 2007 @ 8:23 pm
Happy Birthday, petite anglaise! I can’t wait to read the book;)

Comment by Victoria — September 9, 2007 @ 9:33 pm
Heureux Anniversaire!
If you want to keep your age a secret don’t tell Tadpole the truth. Children have a way of letting the cat out of the bag when you least want them to.

Comment by sablonneuse — September 9, 2007 @ 9:49 pm
Happy Birthday, Petite!

Comment by Gruntled — September 9, 2007 @ 9:54 pm
Happy birthday Petite, and many happy returns. I guess item 33 is the new one in the the list, or has the list been changed more extensively than that?

Comment by Pierre L — September 9, 2007 @ 10:12 pm
Listen, I’ve got a few years on you but my new favorite game to play with myself, regarding my age, is surprising other people with my actual age when they think I’m much younger. I may not ever reveal my weight (a girl’s gotta have SOME secrets), but the age thing, I don’t really mind admitting to. In fact, on vacation I met some other Americans on the train and we got to chatting, and the husband (who I took to be in his mid-40s, like me) made a comment about how I was “obviously too young to remember” some American TV program that I definitely watched as a kid, and when I asked him, “Well, exactly how old do you think I am?” he said “Oh, around 32”.

I’d have kissed him–on the lips, and maybe with a little tongue–only his very nice wife and mother-in-law were there with him. Still, that is a full 14 years YOUNGER. And I honestly feel like my “real” age is around 35 despite what my birth certificate says. It really is true: you’re as old as you feel.

Bon anniversaire, chère Petite! Amuse-toi!

Comment by The Bold Soul — September 9, 2007 @ 11:39 pm
Happy birthday; your best years are ahead.

But really, you know you’re old when you think Facebook is for the youngens ;)

Comment by Alan — September 9, 2007 @ 11:45 pm
Given they say “you are as old as the person you feel”, you could put the boy’s DofB down

:)

Comment by grayarea — September 9, 2007 @ 11:50 pm
I knew I was getting old (1) when they stopped carding me in liquor stores, and (2) the first time someone called me “maam”. I looked over my shoulder and realized there was no one there, so the sales assistant must have meant me.

Comment by Passante — September 10, 2007 @ 12:36 am
BTW, I am with materfamilias (#5). If you are in your thirties (and we all know you are), you are still very young. Lucky you. Lose the British habit of binge drinking, which ruins your liver and your looks, and people will refuse to believe you are 50 on your 60th birthday.

Comment by Passante — September 10, 2007 @ 12:46 am
Meh. I’ve lived more in the first half of my thirties than I did in the whole of my twenties. Age matters not.

Happy Birthday Petite.

Comment by bonkers — September 10, 2007 @ 1:15 am
I don’t want to, ya know, pressure you or anything? But if you don’t tell us how wonderful/or not your holiday was???????

I’ll die.

Comment by beaunejewels — September 10, 2007 @ 2:41 am
But life is SOOOO much more fun the older you get, it’s not so much about what other people’s perception of you are & more about what’s important to YOU.

The older I get the more I enjoy life, & I’m proud of my lie experiences at the ripe old age of 39!

In some ways I can’t wait to get older, jump into my campervan & travel around Oz, throwing my day to day cares away (or leaving them with the kids, YAY!)

Comment by Qld Deb — September 10, 2007 @ 4:21 am
Oh, how awfully true! I will be 25 in December. Youthful, true, but what a sham to know thirty is a roll of the dice away. Cheers to hoping when it comes around, thirty will still be the new twenty.

Bon Anniversaire, tout le meme, Petite!

Comment by reavolution — September 10, 2007 @ 4:29 am
…when I was 35…it was a very good year. I was going to give you a You Tube link to old blue eyes singing that ode to the approaching darkness of forty for your present but then I found this…

Comment by Woody — September 10, 2007 @ 7:41 am
I guess embedding isn’t allowed, for your viewing pleasure…

Comment by Woody — September 10, 2007 @ 7:44 am
Well, have a Happy Birthday anyway.
Your mood will change again in the next 34 or so years!

Comment by Hotpole — September 10, 2007 @ 7:54 am
Happy Birthday, Petite!

Comment by Claire — September 10, 2007 @ 9:00 am
You know you’re getting old when you don’t want to tell anybody about your holiday backpacking round the Greek islands.

Comment by Parkin Pig — September 10, 2007 @ 9:19 am
Happy Birthday

Comment by Jeremy — September 10, 2007 @ 10:55 am
You were born! – OK, that puts a different slant on things.

Comment by Daddy P — September 10, 2007 @ 11:06 am
Happy Birthday Catherine.

May you enjoy many more…mwah ;-)

Comment by Steve... — September 10, 2007 @ 1:24 pm
Hope you had a great birthday, Petite! Happy Belated. Many wonderful years ahead.

(and I seriously do NOT feel my age, but I’m not too hung up on that kind of stuff either… I still think I’m in my twenties…)

Comment by Alice — September 10, 2007 @ 3:33 pm
«Ma chère Petite, c’est votre tour
De vous laisser parler d’…»

«The Boy» saura bien trouver le mot qui manque, non? (Les Québécois ont adopté ce refrain d’une chanson de Gilles Vigneault pour se souhaiter un bon anniversaire.)

Comment by Choubine — September 10, 2007 @ 7:41 pm
We’ve had a computer meltdown and I am just now getting caught up. Happy Birthday (belated).

Comment by Peggy — September 10, 2007 @ 8:58 pm
In ten years time you will look back and think “I wish I were ten years younger again….. back to a time when I was younger….”

I believe I am ten years older than you, and now I know how young I still was ten years ago.

Enjoy another young year Petite! Happy birthday!!

Comment by Sally Lomax — September 11, 2007 @ 11:41 pm
Getting old(er)is no fun no matter what anyone might say. When the time comes that you can no longer do the things you want to do because of age you know that the end is in sight.

Comment by Jake — September 13, 2007 @ 3:05 am
Amen to that sister

Comment by em — September 14, 2007 @ 6:34 am
Did you? I didn’t notice. I don’t think you should care coz you look great.

Comment by anusree — September 16, 2007 @ 9:07 am