Kaylee ,'The Message'
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What kind of names did you guys use with your grandparents? Was it from a cultural thing, or a mispronunciation, or a request from the grandparent?
Grandma, Grandpa, Grandpa, and "Grandmother". She was very particular about it.
Man, I am no good at first days back. I'm not coherent or together.
On the up side, I saw "Children of Men" last week, and it was awesome.
Gronklies.
My fever broke last night and my stomach feels better, but I'm still kinda shaky and wobbly. Hopefully a normal breakfast and lunch will fix that, and I'll be able to make it to the game after all....
Weatherman says we have a mini Snowpocolypse coming
Four inches of snow on my car this weekend here in Utah. Wet, heavy mess. Brace yourselves.
Yeah, it was cold here over the weekend. Sixty-five and drizzly. Clearly we sent that on east, so everybody can blame us for that.
My grandparents were "Grandma" and "Grandpa." With last names included if needed to avoid confusion.
But my family was pretty formal about how kids addressed grownups. Grownups were Mr./Mrs./Miss (Ms. didn't exist until I was about 10, and it took a while to become accepted), except for parents (Mom and Dad), grandparents, aunts/uncles (who were Aunt/Uncle Firstname), and a few of my parents' cousins (Cousin Firstname).
No such thing as courtesy aunts/uncles/grandparents unless they were the moral equivalent of same. So my mother's best friend was "Mrs. L" and not "Aunt J." But my cousins called the woman who practically raised their mother "Grandma V."
My mum's mum and dad are Nana and Grandad, and my dad's parents were Mummum and Papa.
Mummum and Papa were because my older sister (the first grandchild) couldn't pronounce anything else and by the time I came along they'd stuck.
I am the best roommate ever. I just ordered a set of four commemorative Philadelphia Eagles shot glasses to replace the one I broke.
Yeah, it was cold here over the weekend. Sixty-five and drizzly. Clearly we sent that on east, so everybody can blame us for that.
You're on The List, buddy.
Sixty-five is not cold.
Signed,
THE NORTHEAST
in her quest to visit every surface in the house, this morning the cat discovered that she could reach the top shelf above the toilet by jumping off my back while I was using it. I could only sputter, "are you serious?" and there she was looking down from above.