…if one is lucky enough to be blessed with good health, growing older shouldn’t be something we complain about. It’s not a surprise, we knew it was coming. Make the most of it.
Sure, you may not be as fast on your feet and the image in the mirror may be a little disappointing, but if you’re still functioning and not in pain, gratitude should be the name of the game.
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Somewhere along the line there’s a breaking point, where you go from not discussing how old you are to bragging about it. I have never lied about my age but these days I seem to work it into the conversation at the drop of a hat. Please, stop me before I get to the point of “Hi, I’m Betty White! I’m 89 years old.”
—- Betty White, If You Ask Me (And of Course You Won’t)
She also says we’re in trouble if we don’t have a sense of humor. Amen to that.
I finished listening to the book Thursday night, and yesterday I spent some time watching YouTube videos of her. It was well worth the time for the laughs.
Anyway,
Hi, I’m Cheerful Monk! I’m 82 years old.
And please don’t try to stop me. I’m having a great time and hope you are too.
February 12, 2022
I saw an ad online when reading my news feed about a golden book of Betty white. Being that they are collector’s items, I am kicking myself for not ordering one. Now that she passed, the book has probably doubled in cost.
You go girl!! I have this pain in my shoulder & on my back, I complain. lol
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A wonderful post! I totally agree, Betty always had a big smile and a great sense of humor. And her life was not lacking sorrow, either. Hi, I’m Ginny Hartzler, and I’m 73!
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Love that attitude of Betty’s that you’ve shared here. Thanks!
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Hi, I’m Bruce and I’ll be 82 in a little over two months. (If I’m still here.)
Fingers crossed! 😀
I really think it’s the laughter that’s the key. at least it was with Her!
somebody said the other day that Betty never ate anything Green.
apparently she loved hot dogs and a glass of vodka!
and she just seemed to Love Life.
I’m Tammy James and I’m 76. and I never eat liver or cilantro.
but I LOVE ice cream! and blogs like this one Monk!
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I know she liked her cocktail every day, and hot dogs. She said she never let herself gain more than a pound. It was easy enough to give up something like hot dogs for a bit and a pound was easy to lose. 🙂
Hi I’m 70 and soon to be 71!
oh boy, time flies…wish my humor was a little better but them’s the breaks!
It’s worth working on. Saves a lot of wear and tear. 🙂
Hi, I am MADsnapper and 77 years old.. I agree with laughter is what we all need but I have to say, and I loved Betty. I also wonder if she was alone and living on an SS check and that age if she would be so happy. her world was alot different than the average American..
Sure, and there’s a lot of suffering in the world. That’s why I’m a tragic optimist. In Fighting Back With Joy I wrote,
PS Her husband died years ago and she still misses him, figures he’s still with her all the time. She does get down at times…as I recall she talks about some things she tries but they don’t always work. It is what it is.
I might need to listen to that book!
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I need to check this out!
Hi, I’m Myra (aka Mevely) — a 71 y/o optimist, cohabitating with a pessimist. Nevertheless, I try to discover humor in the everyday — and cherish the friendships I’ve found here in Blogland. Y’all keep me going!
Blogging and the internet are two of the things that keep me going too. 😀
Betty was an amazing woman and I bet this book was fabulous. I’ve never lied about my age either. It’s only a number. I know people who have gotten very upset at reaching the 40, 50 or 60 year milestones. The way I see it, if you are still around and still walking around every day what difference does the number make
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“Somewhere along the line there’s a breaking point, where you go from not discussing how old you are to bragging about it.” I’ve never tried to hide my age, it doesn’t bother me. Nothing much to brag about either, since I’m only 74. I might start bragging when I’m 94!
80 is also a good number to start bragging. That’s when we’re officially very old.
I am 72 and have to admit getting older is rather daunting to me. It has always been a fear of mine. I am healthier than many my age and am often told I don’t look my age, so I am very grateful. I just feel there is so much more I want to do and I probably don’t have time to do it all. But (hopefully) heaven awaits me and I’ll get to have fun on the other side…especially seeing those I love and have lost:)
It is scary. And Andy is 87, that’s even more scary for me. That doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the time we have left. I figure that’s my job, so my daughter doesn’t have to worry about us. 🙂