I am 500 months old today. It’s been 500 months since the date of my birth. I have been alive for 500 months.

I really don’t know how else to put it. It seems like a simple (if somewhat silly) concept, but some people seem to have difficulty grasping it. They ask: “What do you *mean*?” or “How do you figure?”

The figuring is easy. Every year is twelve months. 41 years is 492 months. So eight months after your 41st birthday, you’re 500 months old.

At my age, I only get an interesting birthday once every ten years. I just can’t get excited about the number 41.

But 500, that’s impressive. A nice round number.

Here’s to 500 more.

that’s awesome. congrats!

Happy birthday B!

Happy 12×41 month day B!

Happy 500th!

Happy 500th!

thanks for your post- it cracked me up

Heya!!

a numerological minded critter such as yerself

should have snapped to that ol’ 41….

you are in your Prime!

git it?

tee hee…

Of course on your next b-day, you will be

sporting the “Answer”…

just ask Zaphod Beeblebrox

I “Googled” “500 months” for a weird and personal reason. On February 17, 2009, Judy and I will have been married that long.

I would like to find a suitable observance for the occasion. I have some packs of paper for our computer printers that contain 500 sheets. Imagine such a pack of calendar pages; that’s the span of our marriage. And yet, somehow, gift-wrapping a pack of paper does not seem to convey the depth of the experience.

As for your age, sometime in July you’ll hit the “five and ten” — 510 months. Then next September, you’ll be 512, which is 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 2. Some of us like this stuff.