A Grandchild's Magic

For nearly 40 years I've always considered myself the lucky one. That I had been the one blessed to have had such amazing people in my life. While telling a friend about my grandparents she told me about her grandchildren and their magic. "The magic of children discovering the world and the wonderful things in it. The magic of the honesty that kids operate with." That made me wonder if my grandparents may have felt the same way about my sisters and I. I believe that they did. They were always patient and understanding with us and seemed to take such joy in the little things that made us happy. I just hope I can be half the grandparent that Nanny and Poppy were.

When I was seven years old my parents separated. My two older sisters and I lived with my mother for a while. We stayed at her boyfriend's apartment but, I didn't really like it there. Then one day my father came for a visit and told my mother he was taking us out to eat. We never lived with my mother again. The three of us girls chose it to be that way when my father asked who we wanted to live with. He didn't have a place of his own, so, my father took us to his parents house. For quite some time my grandparents and my aunt took care of us while my father worked and "found us a new mother".
My grandparents, Nanny & Poppy, were amazing people. Nanny would walk us to and from school every day and pick us up for lunch. We never ate in the cafeteria. Instead, she would have soup and sandwiches waiting on the table for us. She would keep us occupied with crafts and fun things to do. Poppy taught us how to ride a two-wheeler and would always tell us silly jokes. On the few occasions my mother came to visit we would sit in Poppy's car, with him always in the front. This is because Nanny was afraid that my mother would take us back. Even though they were both getting on in years, in their late 60's, Nanny and Poppy would have done everything in their power to protect us girls.
For many, many years I have looked back fondly on those months spent with my grandparents. They passed away when my children were young and before my youngest was even born. Through the years I taught them all the things that Nanny and Poppy taught me. All three of them can doodle some pretty cute birds and they fold a mean newspaper hat. I've told them all the stories and shared all the wonderful memories I have of my grandparents. Their legacy will forever live on.

They're moving

So today Jennifer and David left for Florida. I'm sure gonna miss that little boy. His mother, not so much. She's been a thorn in my Dad's side for too long and I'm happy that his stress will be greatly lessened by her moving away. I know he'll miss David quite a lot and he'll be a bit lonely in the morning without David there to share breakfast with. I do fear that she'll be back before the year is out and that Dad will let her move back in. Nothing I can do about it, except to hope it doesn't happen. She has been abusive and mooched off of him for far too long. It's about time she grows up and takes responsibility for her and her son. Now, if only I could get rid of her sister and especially her mother, all would be right with the world again. Unfortunately, the world doesn't revolve around me and what I want.
They are not the only ones moving to Florida this year. Lisa is moving also, in August, so the rumor has it. That news didn't upset nor excite me, but I am looking forward to having a closer relationship with our granddaughter now. Too much BS between "he said, she said" and lying to cover up instead of telling the truth for far too long. I'm hoping that with less influence, there will be less BS stories told. Though I doubt it because, after all, Niki is her mother's daughter and so like her in many ways. I guess only time will tell.

Did you bang your head?

Yup, I literally did. SMACK! Right into the door frame. Hurt like a bitch too. Still does.

Anyway, that happens to be one of my husbands favorite questions to ask. "Did you bang your head?" It usually comes right after being asked a stupid question or having someone tell him about something stupid (in his opinion) they've done. I don't imagine he'll say it when I tell him I've joined this blog site. That is, if I tell him at all. Probably not, because there are time I need to vent and I doubt I'd want him to know. I doubt I'll tell any friends or family either for the same reason. Can't bitch about their stupidity if they're going to read it later. This way their feelings won't get hurt and I'll get it off my chest. I know from experience, it's not good to keep things bottled up. I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed that they don't stumble upon it some day.
Not all of my posts will be about the stupid things they do. I imagine there will be posts about my own stupidity too. Hopefully, most will be about good things or interesting thoughts, observations and ideas that come to mind. I get those on occasion and want a place to put them before I forget. This is as good a place as any I guess and it doesn't waste paper and won't get lost amongst my clutter. I know this isn't the greatest first post, but what the hell, at least it's a start. BTW they really need to get some new fonts on here, these are kinda boring.