Single mother's favorite holiday is this weekend. Oh yes it is. Father's Day.
That's right it's the day where you're supposed to honor your child's other 'parent'. I personally didn't even know it was coming up until they said something about it in the newspaper last week. I got a shocked OmiGAWD it's already here? Look on my face. But it wasn't and I got a small repreve. But now it is here. It is Sunday and I have no idea what I'll be doing.
Maybe I'll splurge on me and get some nice food for dinner. Then I'll give the ladies 'pedicures' (as in I paint their toe nails. No calf rubbing here.) and maybe I'll get around to giving myself that perm... so I'll have some curl to my hair on a regular basis. But we'll see.
Or maybe I'll just veg with some Lifetime Movies and Cheetos Puffs. Either way I will be celebrating my other parental holiday this weekend.
I'm working on some posts in this crazy brain of mine just give it a chance.
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Monday, November 29
Thanksgiving, Better late than Never
Thanksgiving was delish. Everyone ate, gave thanks and enjoyed the company. That said I had a helluva experience with my Granny on Thanksgiving.
She told us about when her and my Pa started dating. They’d known each other a while, and she’d hated him. He was older and annoying. Anyhow, she told me there was this boy she’d been seeing and I realized when she was talking about it, that Omigawd, my Granny was a teenager! Somehow in my delusional state as a grandchild I’d forgotten that at some point my grandparents were teenagers. You know the squeaky kind where the girls are all giggly and the boys are all silent and stoic-y (well Pa was always like that).
For the first time, ever, I saw my Granny like Barbara Jean (Or maybe they called her Barbie. I‘ll call and find out.) not Granny. I had a revelation, before all the stories of when my dad was little, and while she was pregnant with my aunt, and living here and there, and however many ‘war’ stories (she is so very apt to tell) she was Barbara (just plain ol’ Barbara) (I called and asked like it was out of the blue. She doesn’t know about blogs. They would only confuse her. No point in going there.)
So above all else this Thanksgiving I am/was thankful for getting a chance to see who my Granny was BEFORE she was Granny.
***My dad’s parents have always gone by Granny and Pa. My Nanny (Granny’s Mother) married my Grand Daddy (Pa’s Father, AFTER the all their kids were born). So my grandparents are STEP siblings. And all this happened when my Granny was about 12.
She told us about when her and my Pa started dating. They’d known each other a while, and she’d hated him. He was older and annoying. Anyhow, she told me there was this boy she’d been seeing and I realized when she was talking about it, that Omigawd, my Granny was a teenager! Somehow in my delusional state as a grandchild I’d forgotten that at some point my grandparents were teenagers. You know the squeaky kind where the girls are all giggly and the boys are all silent and stoic-y (well Pa was always like that).
For the first time, ever, I saw my Granny like Barbara Jean (Or maybe they called her Barbie. I‘ll call and find out.) not Granny. I had a revelation, before all the stories of when my dad was little, and while she was pregnant with my aunt, and living here and there, and however many ‘war’ stories (she is so very apt to tell) she was Barbara (just plain ol’ Barbara) (I called and asked like it was out of the blue. She doesn’t know about blogs. They would only confuse her. No point in going there.)
So above all else this Thanksgiving I am/was thankful for getting a chance to see who my Granny was BEFORE she was Granny.
***My dad’s parents have always gone by Granny and Pa. My Nanny (Granny’s Mother) married my Grand Daddy (Pa’s Father, AFTER the all their kids were born). So my grandparents are STEP siblings. And all this happened when my Granny was about 12.
PS- I'm sorry for being so late with this. During the week was Thanksgiving and a helluva head cold. And then Black Friday came, and the weekend with 2 sick babies. But now I should be back and at 'em. At least I hope so.
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