I'm going to be out of town for a couple of days. Therefore, the blog about Arkansas is postponed...AGAIN. I KNOW! But I at least have a rough draft, so you should get the real deal by Sunday. Just in time for some Peeps-induced vomit. Happy Easter from me to you!
Today, I want to talk about how grandmothers say the darndest things. There are MANY that stick out in my mind about Grandma. She's 82 and lives in Austin. Just today she asked me if I met my roommate while I was at Tech.
I'm sorry. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. Wha whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! After her verbal beating (in which she swore never to confuse my University with that one), we cleared the air and talked about other stuff. She really does say the darndest things. I'll never forget last Thanksgiving when she was talking about sperm at the dinner table. Good times.
And Grandmother. She passed away this morning and the lady was a spit-fire. I love her immensely and I'm jealous of the reunion she's enjoying in Heaven. I pretty much get a lot of my attributes from her. Intelligent (and humble, too), on her own time clock, strong-willed, independent, capable. That was Grandmother. Though I will remember so very much about her, I'll never forget the time she looked at me, contemplated my singledom, and said in the softest and most gentle voice possible, "Well, honey. Do you look at the boys?"
This coming from the lady who didn't get married until she was 33 (and that was in the 40s!) and she turned down Granddaddy the first time he asked her.
Yes, Grandmother. I most certainly "look" at the boys. I'll make you proud.
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