A Grandma By Any Other Name

My baby brother and I went out to the Valley today to visit my mom. I was so happy to see her looking so good. She had pneumonia and could not make it for Zayne's first birthday. After three weeks of hacking and coughing, she went to the doctor and was put on antibiotics. Such a marvelous thing, don't you think? She looks and sounds great now. My sister was babysitting Zayne while his parents went to an engagement party for a friend of hers, so we went to lunch and then joined my sister at her house.

Brother and I took her out to eat at Chi Chi's. Did you know they make their pasta fresh every day and have the best sourdough rolls ever? It has been a long time since just the three of us were together and it was a blast. My mom is so funny. She was saying that she and my dad want to make a trust instead of a will, but she kept saying it wasn't a trust, it was called something else. I know she didn't mean living will and BB asked if she meant living trust. She kept saying no, no, that's not it. (She is famous for saying that; we even named her computer network NoNoThat'sNotIt.) She looks at me and says, "You know what it is. What's it called?" She said the thing that keeps things out of rebate. I know, I know, she meant probate. We were stumped and she kept talking trying to figure it out. Finally she blurts out, "Living trust!" My brother and I told her we said that already. She laughed and asked us if we were sure. Ah, my mom, I love her so much.

We spent the rest of the afternoon with my sister and 2 boys at her house. Zayne is such a good baby. He cruised around the house, which is little boy heaven since she has 2 boys, and was having a good time even when he bonked his head and gave himself a goose egg. We played with him and then she fed him. That little dude can eat~! He polished off one whole jar of food, a whole container of applesauce, and enough Cheerios to fill a hollow leg.

As we were leaving, my sister was holding Zayne and having him wave good-bye to Grandma. As we drove away, my brother said it is still a shock to him that that means me~! My mom has always been Grandma, so what should I be called? I am trying for G'ma but not sure that is flying with anyone, but it is getting exasperating. My mom is only 71, so she will be around for a long while, so we have to come up with my grandma name.

I am hoping for something cool, but it will probably be Granny just you watch.

Are Your Friends Rated PG-13 or R?

My Dick-Mickey Avalon
So I spent Saturday with my sister in the Valley. You know, like, the Valley, totally cool OMG. Her friend had a party hosting Cookie Lee Jewelry, Avon, and a lady selling knitted scarves. I enjoyed the Cosmos that she was serving.

The hostess has an awesome room for scrapbooking--an entire room full of gadgets and paper and other fun stuff. It was a fun group of ladies of all ages. A lady was there with her 28-year-old daughter and they were designing a wedding invitation for the mom who was getting married in Las Vegas. They were designing an invitation that looked like a slot machine. It was pretty cute but I have to admit I have never understood that. People with the theme weddings or running off to get married so that Elvis can officiate. Not that she was having Elvis officiate. Her wedding dress was beautiful and it seemed like it was very special to her but I thought the invitation was kind of cheesy and a little bit, what the fuck, let's get married. Anyway, most of the ladies there were preschool teachers and they were quite concerned about not spoiling the image. So, it was fairly tame conversation for the most part. Of course, then my mom arrives and the conversation went straight to the G rating.

My sister and I went to dinner later on at the Macroni Grill. She said it was nice hanging out with her PG or PG-13 friends. I asked her who her R rated friends were. I guess that was a dumb question.

So my question, are your friends mostly PG or R? I am always surprised by the friends you think are squeaky clean but blow you away by totally getting into a conversation about bondage, anal sex, etc. (Too icky to contemplate for the most part. I mean, it is chute for poop~!) It was actually an NC-17 rating conversation~! It quickly became a very hilarious conversation. But some of my friends would be mortified by the discussion.

Anyway, I am glad to have all types of friends, even the G rated ones.