It’s Tuesday night and I’m blogging here.
A rare event.
A rare event.
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I know I said last night that I was going to take a blogation but I’m not.
I enjoy it too much.
And it would disrupt my calendar/blog/journal orderliness. Or something like that.
I enjoy it too much.
And it would disrupt my calendar/blog/journal orderliness. Or something like that.
So I’m giving up Tetris.
I never should have started it.
I’m sure that if I had had an iPod or BlackBerry 20 years ago I would have flunked out of 6th grade.
All because of little geometric shapes falling down a screen.
I never should have started it.
I’m sure that if I had had an iPod or BlackBerry 20 years ago I would have flunked out of 6th grade.
All because of little geometric shapes falling down a screen.
I’d like to give up laundry and housecleaning and all that jazz, but that’s out of the question.
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What do you remember about your grandparents?
What was/is your relationship like with them?
(I know, totally random question.)
What was/is your relationship like with them?
(I know, totally random question.)
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Bonne nuit.
Bonne nuit.
Wendy H says
Yay! Glad you're back!
M.J. says
Ha! I used to love Dr. Mario.
I think giving up a video game instead of writing for your blog is a fantastic choice 🙂
Brandie says
I refuse to download games on my phone just cause I know I'll get obssessed.
I am glad you're back 🙂
I miss my paternal grandmother the most. She was the glue that held our family together, and now I never see my family since she's gone. She was the one I was closest with. My fondest memories were always Christmas Day at her house with the entire family. I loved those get-togethers and seeing everyone.
sammy says
you're giving up tetris?! lets not go overboard now. tetris is a great game that can be played, in parts, just about anywhere.
i only have one grand parent left and i sadly dont speak to her hardly enough. i need to make more of an effort starting today. thats so bad of me
glad your back (even though technically you never really left) ; )
Cindy says
Yay Lizzi! I really enjoy your blog!
I only had one set of grandparents; my mother's parents died before I was born. I'm like Brandie, I remember holiday dinners at Grandmam's house! (That's what we called her-Grandmam!) I swear the table was 12' long and just loaded with food! And her flowers, she was always working in her flower garden and they were just beautiful!!
Holli says
So happy to hear you aren't leaving the blog world!
I am lucky enough to have known both sets of my grandparents and three of my great-grandmas very well. My great grandmothers all lived to be in their late 80's/early 90's and one was sweet and kind and very Danish, one was fun loving and spunky and very proper too, and one was stern and strict and very Southern.
My maternal granparents are basically who i consider my mom and dad. They were my parents in every way. I miss my grandpa deeply even now 17 yrs after his death. I will see my grandma next week and I can't wait. I remember so many things about both of them, they were a huge part of my upbringing and my life and they shaped me into who I am today. My relationship with them was and is a very very close one.
My paternal granparents were much older than my maternal grandparents but are both extremely interesting people who lived very exciting lives. My grandpa died 15 years ago but he was one of the original Venice Beach muscle men (just one of his many claims to fame). My grandma is 93 and in a nursing facility now but is in perfect health (mind and body). Her family was wealthy and the life she had has always been privileged and special. My relationship with them was a bit more removed and formal but I still loved being with both of them.
Lori says
So happy you're not leaving! I tried taking a break from my blog, but it didn't work too well. Thus, I'm revamping it.
I think you should replace Tetris with baseball, since spring training games started today. (I've been waiting for this since the beginning of November!)
I don't have much of a relationship with my dad's parents and stepdad. But I am very close to my mom's parents. My papa is my favorite person in the world. He is my partner in crime. Possibly even my enabler. I feel like, when the day for getting engaged finally comes, my intended will have to ask papa's permission. And my grandma…she makes me laugh and makes bloody good ham, mashed potatoes, and green beans. We go shopping together frequently.
I finished reading Love in the Time of Cholera while I was staying with them last summer. I hope that when I am as old as they are I'm still in love and happy.
Yay for grandma and papa.
Hey! It's almost the weekend! Happy, happy!
JAMIE HIRYAK says
What I remember most about my Grandparents is all the time I've spent with them. 🙂
teri says
What a great question! I have memories of only one grandparent. I remember that if we visited her late at night she smelled of noxzema and sounded funny because she'd taken her teeth out.
I remember that when I slept over her house she would put a sheet on the couch for me and move the coffee table next to the couch so I would fall off and onto the floor. Somehow, that extra maneuver of moving the table over seemed so comforting and tender that I knew she loved me.
I remember she picked zucchini buds and deep fried them, and picked apples and made applesauce, and made her own bread every week. And most of all, I remember a sense that she loved me no matter what I did, even if she thought I was a little crazy. And I was very, very proud of her. Thanks for asking, and for telling.
teri says
i meant to ask what you remember.
Brenda says
I was lucky and unlucky in the grandparent area.
I had a unique experience being a girl living in south philly. Our grandparents lived right across the street from us. My grandmother was a pip.
My grandfather was a dear sweet man, who died when I was 13!
My great grandmother was Italian and in the picture as well. She would pinch my cheeks and call me bellisima (little beauty, I think). I liked her a lot. Who won't she thought I was beautiful! I didn't understand much else that she said, but I would walk her part of the way home when she came to visit and I remember those walks fondly.
My paternal grandmother is still alive. She is 97 years old. I have only seen in three times in my life, and I have not seen her since I was 21 when my dad died. She lives in Michigan and I never go there. I am not really connected to her at all. Kind of sad.
My children have no grandparents. None. Everyone has died, and I find that mind boggling since I grew up with three grandparents in my life It makes me appreciate my grandmother, the who was a pip, so much more than I ever did. I hope somehow she knows that.