After reading Sugar Kane's post today I was inspired to write about my very own grandma.
She's seen and done a lot in her 77 years and has much wisdom to impart on the younger generation. Wisdom, I just love hearing.
But what I love even more is to hear the incredibly entertaining stories my mom tells. To hear my mom tell it, my grandma was quite different then the quiet,sweet, gentle woman I know today.
She was a little bold and brash back in the day. Like the time my mom had a friend over and grandma began to sing off key and loudly much to my mom's chagrin. My mom knew better than to say anything. She simply escorted her guest out on the front porch so as not to subject her to Grandma's warbling. But Grandma didn't care. She simply opened up the window leaned out and sang louder. Because thats how she rolled.
She had her own unique way of dealing with anything.
Like getting her children not to eat anything bad for them. Lest they get the "bloody flucks". I'm really not sure what they are. Only Grandma knows. But I'm pretty damn sure I don't want them. I think threat of the bloody flucks is enough to scare the bejeebuz out of any child. In fact, I'm thinking I might need to share with B that quarter eating causes the bloody flucks.
And my personal favorite grandma-ism is the phrase "goat pissin in a tin can". As in "That horrid music you're listening to sounds like a goat pissin in a tin can".
Have you ever heard a goat urinating in a tin can? Me Neither. But if I trust Grandma it's not a sound I ever really want to hear.
Good old Grandma you gotta love her.
And I do crazy sayings and all.