OBB – My New Motto

I have decided that my new motto is OBB. Older but better, honey chile. Like fine wine. Or, in my case, balsamic vinegar. Tart with just the right touch of sweetness.

Isn’t it funny the things that bug us? For example, where the heck have my eyebrows gone? Or my eyelashes? They used to be long, thick, and luxurious. Now they’re stubby and fall out when I blink too hard.

And the gray hair. Really? I can dye my hair one day and the next my temples are gray. Go figure.

I really didn’t know I was so vain before things started dropping by the wayside. Let’s just say that gravity is a bear. I tell myself to just be myself, but I would like to be myself only better.

If I weren’t so afraid of general anesthesia, I’d check out getting a neck job. My face is okay, but the neck is getting scared around Thanksgiving. (Gobble, gobble, or turkey neck.)

I have to say that my legs are pretty darn good, but then my grandmother’s legs were gorgeous even when she was 92, so it’s good genes. (My son reminded me that her birthday is tomorrow. She was born October 26, 1897. He’s excellent with dates, people, and facts I don’t remember. Speaking of my grandmother, I loved her stories about her father fighting in the Civil War. I taped hours and hours of talks with her and I’m so glad I did. Just a hint for your own holiday/family memories.)

Anyway, I’m marching firmly onward and upward with my OBB banner. Even if things are going south or just plain falling out. πŸ™‚

20 thoughts on “OBB – My New Motto”

  1. I like that OBB attitude. I just need to modify it for my mental health—I’m such an introvert and I really need to get out and meet people. Maybe the OBB attitude will make me glow and feel more confident.

    • The scariest thing I’m doing is YouTube. I dared myself and it makes me nearly sick every time I do it. However, I do think it’s healthier for me. You’re such a great person, Sue. The world should get to know you a little better.

    • I have no idea where mine went. Men have male pattern baldness. Women have disappearing eyelashes. πŸ™‚

  2. I’m having the same problem with my eyebrows and eye lashes. My eye lashes used to be lovely, what the hell happened? I don’t leave the house unless I wear mascara. Forget about handing out candy to the kids, I don’t want to scare them lol
    I try not to think about getting old. Other people have it a lot worse than me. I think about women who are fighting cancer and losing their hair and I look at myself and say, shut your mouth Rita you have nothing to bitch about. I take one day at a time and try to laugh as much as I can.

    • I hereby declare one hour per month as Bitching Hour. During that hour I can complain about my eyelashes, eyebrows (that are turning white!!!!), hair, tummy, and derriere. I need to vent my utter frustration during that hour. πŸ™‚

        • If you don’t have a chance to bitch just a little, you’ll explode. Yes, so many people have it much worse off. An hour a month won’t hurt and will act as a safety valve. BHB. We should have pins made. πŸ™‚

  3. Well, I need to adopt the OBB. However there is one body area I am not happy with tat all . Last year I had an abductor left (thigh) Tendon tear repair surgery. I had to be totally off that leg for 6 weeks for it to heal completely. Sometime after that I noticed a stomach pouch that I had never had before. That was very disheartening and. I put it up to turning 68. Well last month I had to have an abductor right (thigh) muscle tear repair. I am again in a wheelchair for 6 weeks. I got to thinking about my posture in this chair. So now I am convinced that the wheelchair caused my stomach to pouch out. You might be wondering what in the world at 69 am doing to cause these tears. I can tell you NOTHING… I do my walks, I ride my bike but there is nothing I am doing to cause this. You know what the doctor said – old age. I can tell you that it is a testament to my restraint that The doctor is still in one piece. I will be out of this chair next week and start on stomach exercises… to be sure Helen in Ark.

    • Oh, Helen, I am so sorry. And here I am moaning about the scar on my nose. Good grief, I can’t imagine anything more painful. Okay, I can, but let’s not go there. Anyway, I’m sorry that happened to you twice.

      I haven’t exercised for two weeks because I’m giving my knees a break. All of a sudden both of them started hurting like the blazes. I’m a firm believer that if something hurts, stop doing it. Bottom line, they both feel pretty darn good right now. I’ll start up slow again next week.

      Waving my health magic wand in your direction. I hope you feel great and you’re out of that chair soon. (By the way, I’m STILL working on my stomach. πŸ™‚ )

  4. Let me put it this way, my knees will never be sunburned…they are covered by what used to be on my chest.

    Funny, when I was young, I was slender and had almost no chest. I could wear anything. My mother worked at Neiman Marcus and I could go in and try on dresses set aside for me, and they always fit.

    Now, no way in H *# #. As someone on here once said, I look like a sack of mashed potatoes. that line has been in my head ever since I read it.

    The difference is…when I was a child my mother told me I was too ugly for my parents to spend money buying school pictures….so they never had to again. I feel badly for me and my aging body. But, I really feel badly for women who were lovely when they were younger. What I can say to them is if you were lovely when you were younger, if you continue to smile often, you will always be beautiful. Your heart will shine through for all the world to see.

    • What a lovely thing to say, Annette.

      I can’t believe you were ever NOT lovely. Your spirit glows with such radiance. I think you’re beautiful.

      I think every young woman is lovely. There’s something about youth. However, it’s true. If you’re the wicked witch of the west your character will end up deforming your face.

      • Annette, your kindness shows through, that makes you beautiful. Just keep smiling and doing for
        others. I have seen people who are attractive, but don’t have compassion for others. You just keep letting your light shine and don’t let anyone put you down.

  5. I so totally understand what you are saying. I think everything went south on me a long long time ago. I must say if it weren’t for support bras and such some things may hit the knees.

    • I sometimes think that I leave a trail behind me of everything dragging. Rolling my eyes.

      By the way, Sheryl, I love your comments on Twitter. I don’t answer quick enough, but I’m still having to remind myself to post there.

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