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This is a screen shot from a Japanese game. The object of the game is to slap the hell out of family members. Oh what fun. The almost unbeatable opponent in this game is Grunt-O-Granny. She is a high level boss. I discovered her looking for pictures of granny grunt. There are actually discussion forums on how to beat her to win the game. Hah! Evidently it is difficult.
Today I’m thinking about my grandmother. She had 3 children, 9 grandchildren, 14 great-grandchildren, and assorted great great grandchildren in her life time, I’ve lost count. Almost all of them have ended up on her sofa at one time or other, including myself.
I’m hearing the things she said. She believed in prayer and straight talk. I remember once my uncle was sassing her. He drew himself straight up to his 6’4”, puffed out his chest and towered over her little 5’2″ frame. She glared at him and roared “listen here, Sonny. I’ll get a box, stand on it and we’ll go round and round!” He deflated like a balloon with a pin stuck in it. Go Granny Go!
She had some great sayings that I found myself repeating to the grandson. When he first got here he said “Gram, I didn’t tell you …. because I didn’t want you to think I was a hood rat.” My response was “well honey, YOU are not a hood rat, but you’ve been acting like a hood rat. Grandmommie used to say, ‘if you sleep with a dog, you get up with fleas.’ This means you take on the characteristics of the people you hang with. So you need a new set of friends, darling grand-sonny. I may be a boring grandma, but I’m not going to help you get in trouble.”
Grandmother was a strong proponent of positive imagining a la Norman Vincent Peale. I’m going to need a lot of that. Grandson doesn’t read at all so he won’t be reading the book. He told me that he never finished an entire book in his life. He wore glasses when he was a kid, but doesn’t now. As far as I know he’s never been tested for learning disabilities either. He can read and decipher what he wants to though, so that’s a good sign. My suspicion is that he thought he was too “cool” for glasses and refused to wear them.
And thus our adventure continues. To keep my mind off this in down times, I’ve been reading War and Peace. I’m 80% finished with the book. Good book, but looooong. Maybe that’s a good thing?