There is no way I can be THAT old! I know that my oldest child is 28 years old (soon to be 29) and my youngest is 22 (soon to be 23). I know that I have not one, but two grandchildren – one of whom turned 4 years old today. I know that the physician’s assistant who listens to my complaints had not been born when I graduated from high school. I know that the checker at the grocery store has no idea who John Wayne or Charleston Heston were. I know all of these things – but that doesn’t mean that I’m THAT old! I know this because…
I still have all my own teeth – a lot of them have been crowned and have root canals – but they are all still mine.
I haven’t had a face lift, tummy tuck or other youth enhancing surgery. Yes, I have a few crow’s-feet and I’m a little droopy in parts — but I just think I need to catch up on my sleep and then everything will be fine.
I can still wear my hair in a ponytail to give myself that youthful appearance. I don’t do this when I am in need of some ‘color enhancement’ because of the halo effect caused by my lighter hair – but I still do it on occasion.
I have embraced technology – as evidenced by my blog, Facebook page and emails! Not to mention digital photography. I still print the pictures — I need something to look at without the computer. I also still send real letters and cards — I have friends who really ARE THAT old – and they don’t own a computer.
I don’t regale my children with stories of ‘when I was a kid’. Okay – I admit I tell stories about when they were kids and sometimes, just sometimes I tell stories about my childhood — but only to prove a point.
So, I’m pretty sure I am really NOT THAT old. I’m a hip, happening kind of gal. I can keep up with the best of them — whoever they are and if I could only remember where we were going!