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SURPRISE,
SURPRISE
I know this will come as a big surprise to family and friends alike. Here it is….Granny And the Kids are MOVING and you would never, never guess where…..not in a million years.Of course, we will miss the rolling hills of good old Kentucky….but, well, an opportunity has presented itself that we just can’t pass up. We’ve been invited to come to ALASKA and open a school. Granny will be the principal, Dominique will coach football, Michael will coach basketball, Kamren will teach Reading and Nichol will teach her wily ways and coach students on getting their own way. Just one other thing to tell you about the whole deal…………April Fool!!!! Ha! Gotcha! BACK TO REALITY What’s really happening with us is … nothing. Everything is the same-o, same-o. We’re plugging along with home schooling, the boys are playing basketball, when they are not playing video games,… well, that was before Lent, that is. The kids gave up video games and we all gave up sweets of every kind, T.V. and old movies. Actually, it’s killing us all. We miss everything, but it’s a sacrifice we can all live through, I guess. We do have a respite on Sundays, after all. Nichol (age six with a very strong sweet tooth) can’t get over not having candy and other sweets. “Grandma, who are we giving up all our sweets to?” she whined the other day. That reminds me of another child, (a newcomer to our home, who had not been raised Catholic). When Granny said, “Guess what we’re doing for Lent this year?”, she asked, “Who’s HE?” REUNIONS…. I DO have my 50th Class Reunion this year tho’….on August 9th in Ft. Wayne, Indiana. Rah! Yea! C.C. High School!! (CCHS= Central Catholic High School, Class of 1953) I’m planning to attend with my bosom-high school buddy, Ozzie…short for Mary Ann Oswald Nicola. (God willing that we don’t croak first.) Gosh, I remember seeing pictures of 50th class reunion groups in the paper lots of times. Nothing but old people! …and now I AM one. WOW! Hard to believe! Rats! Oh well. Actually, I’m kinda looking forward to the class reunion IF, as Steve Martin says, my face lift is healed by then. Ha! THINK OF GRANNY on Sunday, April 6th. She’ll be turning 68. And the next time the kids tell me to act my age, I’m gonna use Joan Rivers’ great answer, “No! I refuse to sit in a
coffin.” POT LUCK POT LUCK…..Little Nichol, my 6 year old granddaughter, picked up her plate filled with food and said, “I’m going over there,” looking at the table across the room where our new priest was sitting, “to eat with Fahver.” I began to hold my breath, wondering what she would be telling him, not that we have anything to hide, mind you. I glanced over there once in awhile…..yep, she was blabbing away, not touching her food, hardly taking a breath. Father was looking amused, asking her questions occasionally . ( It was just this week she captivated 2 teenage girls at a local gym for over an hour with her tales about the family. She told them how Grandma’s teeth come out and how her feet puff up……plus some things about her brothers. ) Ever so often the priest and several around him and Nichol at the table would laugh out loud. “No telling WHAT she was telling them,” I thought to myself, but whatever it was, she certainly was entertaining everyone and brightening up the dinner conversation Later, as I was leaving, and Nichol and the priest had already left the table, several of the people remaining told me, “She said you were 67 years old, going on 63.” Hummm. WOULD that it were so!!!!! I never DID find out what else she told them. Oh well! PETA I’ve been trying to convince my friend, Wanda, that PETA does not stand for “People for the Enjoyment of Tasty Animals”! But does she listen? No. She goes and gets herself half a cow to put in her freezer. And the other day I was saying goodbye to her on the phone, and when I said, “Hang in there!” She said, “Yeah, with a rope!” HA! What a character! She’s great! Ë
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