My Grandma turned 99 earlier this week. We went to visit her and the rest of the Ohio family this past weekend to celebrate December birthdays and Christmas. As a side note - a few weeks ago she had a heart attack - mild as the docs put it - but really at 99 how mild can it really be? It was scary but she pulled through and is back to her 'old' self. And not to brag - but seriously folks - my grandmother is amazing. Heart attack aside she has aged gracefully.
She of course walks a little slower and hears a little less as she approaches the century mark, but she's still sharp. She still tries to get in her exercise, watches what she eats, reads, participates in activities and cares about her hair and makeup. She doesn't look 99 by a long shot and she has the cutest little butt that honestly I would die to have - which may sound weird but you know what I mean.
This weekend she was sporting a new necklace. It was quite fashionable and when I commented on it she told me she picked it out herself at the jewelery party they had at the assisted living home where she lives. Something about being 99 and still giving a flip about your jewelry AND being sharp enough to pick out something your hip young granddaughter would wear amazes me.
My hope is, if I'm lucky enough to live that long that I can be like her and not spend my days and nights in a diaper and/or having to pick my boobs up off the floor so I don't trip on them. (And if I do have to worry about the boob issue I hope Bugg is there with me to help!)
