Thursday, July 8, 2010

Age really doesn't matter...

   Deb and Barbara over at The Middle Ages got me to thinking about age the other day.  How some of us never like to think of how old we are and some of us don't ever give it a thought.  It's just not that important to us.   Besides it's not the age that makes  you feel old, it's the mileage.
   I had a good friend, Linda, who would tell everyone who asked her age that she was 16.  Her philosophy was if your going to lie,  make it a whooper.  She did this so often that a few people took it as a challenge to find out just how old she was.  Once her grown son was with us to celebrate her birthday.  At the club and the singer (who was a friend) pulled him aside to talk.  When asked how old his mother was, her son said with out hesitation, “As far as I know she's 16.”  His momma didn't raise no fool.  He was staying at her house.
   I have never had a problem telling anyone my age.  There are 2 reasons for this.  1) I never looked it, and 2) I have a younger sister (8 ½ years younger) who would tell if I didn't.
   An example of never looking my age happened when I was out at dinner one night with Linda and another friend.  When we ordered drinks the waitress asked to see my license.  I was 31 at the time.  When she left, Linda looked me straight in the eye and said just one word.  “Bitch”.  She wasn't asked for her license.
   It's not just women who are concerned with their age either.  Because my birthday fell at the end of November, I was the youngest to graduate in my class in High School.   One of the cheerleaders found out I was younger than he was and I became his new best friend.  It's okay for a girl to be the youngest in the class but not a guy.
  Our 35th reunion is coming up and now the shoe is on the other foot.  We get to call everyone else old folks, and remind them that we are younger than they are.  Ah, revenge is sweet.
   Speaking of revenge, you know how I told you my sister always told my age.  Well, now when we meet people who don't know us, they ask who's the oldest.  That really get her goat.
   Just remember, we are not getting older we are getting better, and that's the truth.  It took us a lot of experience and learning to get where we are now, and I wouldn't trade that for anything.  So pour yourself a glass of wine and celebrate being you, and the age really doesn't matter.
                          To my dear friend Linda: We miss you Rollie Pollie.


Deb and Barbara said...

Hear, hear!

Dogmom Diva said...

Hi Pamela, thanks for stopping by and the kind words about my fibro...and sorry to hear you are also sidelined..Not fair! But who said life was fair I guess..

I just signed up to follow your blog, its very nice!


Everton Terrace said...

True true true. I have friends of all ages and enjoy them equally. I would happily tell people my real age, seriously though, I can just never remember exactly what it is. I know it's more than 40 and less than 50.

The Crazy Suburban Mom said...

LOL, I just happened upon your blog and had to tell you I really, really enjoyed that - a lot.


Theres just life said...

Thank you all. Life is what you make it. So let's all make it as enjoyable as we can.