On The Bright Side.

So, I lost the family kickball game on Thanksgiving. Actually, not only did my team lose, I ended up in a duck pond up to my knees in cold water and what I suspect to be quicksand to retrieve the ball that Captain Thoughtful kicked in there. On the bright side, it totally counted as a home run so that part was worth it. On the other bright side, Grammy didn’t play at all, so I didn’t lose to her which is what matters the most.
On the brightest side. Grammy has given me her blessing to start blogging about her again after she read my post about playing her in kickball. The exact conversation went something like this…
Grammy: Your Mother read me the post you wrote about me.
Me: See, the thing is, Mom made that up herself. I had nothing to do with it. My blog got hacked. It was probably terrorists.
Grammy: It’s ok! I loved it!

Me: Oh. Yeah, in that case, I totally wrote it.
Grammy: In fact, I think you should blog about me more often.
Me: Huh. That’s interesting because I remember you saying the exact opposite of that not too long ago.
Grammy: I don’t remember the conversation that way. And anyway, your posts about me are the best ones you write.
Me: Ok……thanks???
Grammy: You should write more posts about me and then someone will finally want to give you a book deal. People want to read about me.
Me: You know something, I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened that way.
Grammy: And when you get a book deal, I’ll be your manager.
Me: Whoa. Slow down a bit….
Grammy: It’s fine, I don’t want any money.
That’s where the conversations stopped because I was afraid to ask what she did want, if not money. Mostly because I think she was going to say “Your first born.” not because she’s Rumplestiltskin, but because she just really wants some more great-grandbabies.

32 thoughts on “On The Bright Side.

  1. What a lovely post and what a lovely Grandma. I think grandparents are the funniest parts in the family. At least in my family. My grandma almost chrashed our last family party with her her jokes. She probably would have asked for the first born 🙂

  2. That is so awesome. She sounds a lot like my great grandmother… Without her, I’d go crazy. If you do get a book deal because of your inspired posts, that will be hilarious for everyone… including your readers!

  3. “”Concentrate,” hissed Zaphod, “on his name.”
    “What is it?” asked Arthur.
    “Zaphod Beeblebrox the Fourth.”
    “Zaphod Beeblebrox the Fourth. Concentrate!”
    “The Fourth?”
    “Yeah. Listen, I’m Zaphod Beeblebrox, my father was Zaphod Beeblebrox the Second, my grandfather Zaphod Beeblebrox the Third…”
    “There was an accident with a contraceptive and a time machine. Now concentrate!”
    -Douglas Adams.

  4. crgardenjoe says:

    It’s too bad you “grammy” didn’t play. You could have used the “my granny kicked my fanny at kickball” line …

  5. Tammy says:

    I like this. It’s great. I will tell you that my own mom never cares to read my blog and it hurts just a little. Granted, her internet connection is miserable and so loading blog pages is only the biggest waste of her time ever, but still, might she just peek at my blog once? No, she really doesn’t care.
    So you and Grammy, you go girls! I’m psyched to read more Grammy-shares and your adventures as well. They’re always so much fun.
    Happy week-after-Thanksgiving.
    -Tammy at Wing and a Prayer Farm

    1. Thanks for reading! I’m sorry your Mom doesn’t read your blog, I’m sure she would if she knew how much it hurt you. In the meantime, I know there are plenty of other people who do care about your blog! 🙂

      1. Tammy says:

        I think you’re right that she would if I asked her to. But it’s just me being whiney. I think I realized that at some point. Meanwhile, I am really thrilled that your Grammy gave you the go-ahead! That’s the cool thing 🙂

  6. Well I’m glad she changed her mind – Grammy is awesome. And don’t let her be your manager! I can just see the two of you getting into all kinds of craziness, like the kind that would make great tv. Hmmm…a tv show… You know, maybe she should be your manager, and I could help.

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