My hilarious friend, Lynnann, inspired this short post on some funnies about my grandparents. Mine are not nearly as hi-larious as hers, but I wanted to share. (Go read hers to give you a few chuckles for the day. She's on my blogroll over there to the left. Look under "blog" then "dearie".)
I only have one funny about my grandfather today. He passed away in December, and for some reason, I can only think of the sweet and wonderfulness of him right now. However, once, about 10 or so years ago, my friend Thad called my grandparents house because we were both in town. Oh, I need to mention that my grandfather was deaf from WWII. He could sort of hear if you were in the same room, but it was still a long shot. So, back to the funny. Thad called. My grandfather answered. Thad, forgetting that he was deaf, asked for me. My grandfather: "Andrew? Is this Andrew? If this is Andrew come help me unload this truck. If this isn't Andrew, please call him and tell him to help me come upload this truck." Click. Later when I talked to Thad, he was a mix between giggles and guilt because he had no clue who Andrew was and couldn't call him.
Ok, more to come about PaPaw in the next few months. Now onto the matriarchs.
My two grandmothers are complete and utter opposites in size, personality, heart, everything. My maternal grandmother is my heart and soul, probably because I'm so much like her. However, I don't have anything too super funny about her just because she's pretty hip and with it. She is very into appearance, which really gets under some of my aunts' (and mom's) skin but makes the rest of us crack up. She'll tell you just how you look and how you need to fix it. The funniest thing about my grandmother, Mimi, is that she loves to watch reruns of The Jeffersons, The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, and Sanford and Son (is that even still on?). Do you see a common theme? She also cusses like, well, you know the old cliche. The funniest and most embarrassing time she cussed was the day that Ryan's mom passed away. I ran home from the hospital to get some things (I really don't remember what or why) along with my sweet non-cussing sister-in-law and sweet, non-cussing 3rd cousin-in-law. This was the day when we still had an answering machine. My Mimi said something like this: "Jennifer, you little shit. You never answer the phone. Well, I'm sorry about "Rhine's" (this is how she pronounces "Ryan") Mom. Bye." She is so hilarious and so kind-hearted, even though she tries to hide that part of her.
My other grandmother, on the other hand, it so tiny and fragile and consumed with herself. I love her, don't get me wrong, but she is so tightly-wound that it's very hard to talk to her. Can you guess just by "tightly-wound" whose mother she is? ;) Anyway, she is always telling us about her colon. No really, that is usually what it's about.
BUT, the funniest thing about her lately, to me, is that she thinks Kelly Ripa is Regis's daughter. Why, you ask? Because Kelly calls him "Big Daddy" sometimes. Oh yeah, that totally makes sense now.
This has to be one of the most random posts I've ever written, but thank you, Lynnann for making me laugh at my own roots. And if you haven't already, you have to go read Lynnann's posts about her Dearies's comments during the MJ memorial yesterday. You'll be begging for more!
