Hello. Remember me? I’m still here, more or less.
I know it’s been 10 years since I last posted a message. In those days I was going on 80 years old. Are you as confused as I am about the name of this blog? What kind of a deranged person would name her blog “Going on 80” — like it was something permanent?
So that’s why I’ve decided to update my brand. I’m considering changing the name of this blog to be “Not Going on 80”… Clever? I think so, too, especially since today is my 89th birthday and I probably won’t be able to go backwards. Unless you have a better idea, that’s likely what I’ll go for.
So here’s the plan: on Goingon80, I posted a message every day from the day I turned 79 till when I hit the big Eight-O. But now that I’ve reawakened the blog, I’m only going to post to it once a week (on Sundays), not due to my infirmities – no indeed – but because, listen, I’ve got other fish to fry. (More about that later.)
I hope you’ve been well. As for me, I’m fine, except for currently losing my balance, my hearing, my memory, and my hair. Fortunately however, to balance out these inconveniences, I’ve been visited with a fantastic revelation! At long last, I’ve been able to figure out what I really want to be when I grow up. ALIVE. Tada!
So please stay tuned, and let me hear how you’re doing. And try to take care of your teeth. I’ve still got some of mine. Three more are in there lately thanks to the efforts of my dentist son-in-law Eric and my periodontist. When my son-in-law Brad heard I was scheduled for the work, I later learned he went around telling anyone who would listen that his mother-in-law was getting implants. Three of them. People still look at me funny.
Oh, and one more thing: 10 years ago when my grandson Bryce launched this blog for me, it was intended as a little family project. Back in the old days, my paternal grandparents had eleven children. They and all their progeny lived within 5 miles or so of each other and everybody KNEW each other. It was nice.
Thus it was that I developed the misbegotten practice of posting stories about some of you because I wanted you all to get better acquainted. Seemed like a good idea. Only tiny little problem, however, was that I didn’t ask you first if it was okay, and I managed to leak your full name all over the internet. Aargh! I have to fix this.
My plan is to either delete any post that featured you or your full name, or at least delete your last name. Which should I do? Please leave a comment here, or else email me at fordvid@gmail.com.
And stay out of trouble!
What a wonderful birthday present for the rest of us! Keep ’em coming! We love you!
Oh, and say anything you want about little ole me, but what I’m most looking forward to is you. You still surprise me with stories I’ve never even heard before. I absolutely love your writing, go for it!
Curt wants to know – why are you getting three…. don’t most women get two? How do you manage those with one Playtex Living bra and a sling shot?
Oh yes. We are so excited to read your fun posts again. We love them. You are a treasure!
You can say anything you want about me! Especially if you shave a little off the age and weight. I’m so excited to have Sundays to look forward to! Thank you and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!🎂🎉
After talking to you on the phone last week, I started to think about this blog. I’m so glad you’re starting back up again. I might have to go through your old posts to tide me over until next Sunday. Congrats on the implants, you bodacious beauty! 😉 I hope you had a fabulous birthday!
the 3 implants is HYSTERICAL
And one of them is in the back. Son-in-law Curt has suggested using a slingshot for support.
Wahoo! My favorite blog is back! Can’t wait to read more! ☺️
Your blog is a gift to the family and to the world!! Thank you for starting up again! Much love 🙂
I’m a little late to the party! Yes! You can say anything you want about me! Let me tell you what your blog did for me.
In October of 2017 my husband came to me and said, “come in the bedroom hunny, your sister is going to call, and you will need some privacy.” Well this doesn’t bode well, does it. So when she gets me on the phone her voice sounds a little different, tense, emotional. She asks me”When people call you with emotional news, do they ask you to sit down?” 🥺. So I think to myself, “I can handle this, right?” Chris begins to tell me that “She” contacted her last night. And it took me 30 seconds before I hit my knees! Thirty seconds only because I didn’t want to get my hopes up, only to get them dashed again. So now I need to back up a bit. Years ago, I gave my first born daughter up for adoption. Nothing to do with the story line, but this does come with a lot of guilt. I had a previous encounter that got my hopes up that we had found each other, only to be disappointed. Now Chris Milner is telling me that “she” has contacted Chris! How?, why Chris? So there was some details that she had on her birthmother, some she shouldn’t have received, but due to a snafoo at the time of birth she had my address for that time frame, and my name. That address happened to be Chris and Mark Milner’s, my sister and BIL. When she did a search, of course it was confusing to find Chris and Marks name, and nothing about me. So she googled Chris Milner. Well, I’m tying to get to the point here. When you google your name, and Aunt Patty has talked about you in her blog, guess what comes up!! Absolutely!! In the blog about Chris, Patty used her maiden name, and then further on, she mentioned me, with my maiden name! The rest is Facebook history!
So, to wrap it up, Sarah(she) and I have talked and created a wonderful relationship. I couldn’t have gotten a better gift Patty. Thank you again.
Chat away!
Boy I love that story!
This single comment from my niece Rene tells the most glorious story that could ever happen to a blog. Thank you, forever, Rene. I could hug you and Sarah and Chris to pieces!
The hugs all go to you sweetheart, you’ve done so much for me! Love you to pieces!!