I have an incredibly busy day today. So I am copping out with a new game that requires no thinking. I am always better when witty intelligence is not required.
Deb had this brilliant idea to play Picture Roulette and wanted us to join in. Her instructions were to pick the fifth picture in your 5th folder. I was expecting some random shot of one of Rick's floors or worse. I was holding my breath thinking it might be something Claire or Cooper found amazing and snapped a picture of, such as an entire Christmas tree display at a store. I have 38 pictures of each ornament posing individually.
This was the 5th picture in my Fifth Folder. This was taken in August this year at Amy's house. This is one of our attempts at a Fifth generation picture. How ironic: 5th Generation picture is my 5th picture in my 5th folder. I rock. And please take note I am always ready for a picture. When I see a camera out and aimed, I am fixated on being ready and have "the smile" plastered on. And I hide behind anything larger than me. Which is becoming harder to find. This time it was the large couch. Pictured below is my mom's mom, Gammy, my mom Kay, holding her and daddy's namesake, Kaydi Jo, my daughter Kalee, and me behind them.
My Gammy is a retired school teacher. My mom sells real estate. My daughter is a school teacher. And Kaydi Jo is a full-time Princess.
Gammy is hilarious. I adore spending time with her when I go home to visit. She says EXACTLY what is on her mind. And she makes me nervous to take her out in public. She and my grandfather, Bobo, got a divorce over 40 years ago because of his infidelity. We heard about that for over 40 years. I was 18 years old before I realized Dona's name wasn't "that Olive Oile bitch". Dona, the other woman, and who became my step-grandmother, died a few years back. My grandparents began dating about a year afterwards. Bobo is very hard of hearing and Gammy has free reign to say whatever she likes because he can't hear her. She takes every opportunity to stick in caddy comments and rolls her eyes at things he says. It makes me cry laughing to listen to them.
A couple of months ago, mom and her sister, Debbie, took them to the symphony. Gammy sat through the entire performance with her fingers in her ears and Bobo, because he couldn't hear a damn thing, enjoyed every moment. My mom and aunt were hysterical.
I treasure every moment I have with my family. Since my daddy's passing, I try never to take for granted any time we can spend together. I may be taking my grandmother, aunt, and mom to Austin for a couple of days next day. WHOOO HOOO!!! Talk about great material!
Dear God, Please don't let Gammy say anything derogatory that will get us shot. Amen.