Here is a picture of my Grandmother at her 80th birthday party. She’s checking out the photo board with all of the various pictures from her life. How cute is she?
Going through the photos from the party and choosing them, post-processing them, labeling them, etc. has been a real pleasure. My grandma just looks so darn happy in all of them. She was like a little girl all evening. It was completely and utterly endearing and I hope that I am half as cute as she is when I get to be her age.
Hell, I just plain hope that I get to be her age.
Speaking of which, does she look 80? I think not.
She looks maybe 70 and a damn spry 70 at that.
She’s still doing pretty much all of the things that she was doing when I was little (except working, she got rid of that particular grindstone quite some time ago). At 80 years old, she’s still driving, still gardening, still making AMAZING quilts and still involved with all sorts of social activities.
Also? She wanted a laptop for her birthday. A mother flipping laptop. I double dog dare you to find a cooler grandma.
Quite frankly, my grandma kicks some serious ass.
Check out the kick-ass cake:
Good ol’ Dad. After over 50 years on this earth, he’s still giving people bunny fingers. Grandma is pretending to not be amused:
My cousin Jackie (in white) is pregnant. But guess which cousin is the one who looks to be with child? I’ll give you a hint. Her name is Hope and she looks like me.
Our cousins taught us how to play a new game involving knocking beer bottles off of a ski pole using a frisbee. It just might be the GREATEST GAME OF ALL TIME. This game is so great, I can only describe its greatness IN ALL CAPS.
This just might be the coolest photo I’ve ever taken:
I sold five CDs at the party. I’m not really that mercenary. I swear.
She does not look anywhere close to 80! I hope I look that good when I’m 60.