My Grandma turned 90! Twice! Apparently she has 2 legal birthdays. Something to do with her records being destroyed in a fire and the people writing her two sets of new ones. They gave her two birthdays, but no middle name. And for some reason, my grandma won’t tell anyone her middle name. It’s soooo annoying. If you ask her about it she either pretends she doesn’t hear you, or she laughs and changes the subjects. After all these years of asking, the only thing I’ve gotten out of her is that her middle name may have something to do with the fact that she was born in a pickle patch. (I know it’s technically a cucumber patch, but she always says pickle). She won’t say anything else, so I’ve decided her middle name must be pickle. Frances Pickle Orzechowski. Grandma Pickle for short. It has a nice ring:) But seriously, my grandma is pretty cool. She may be physically old, but she is young at heart. She’s one of those old ladies that will make these harsh comments like, “I can’t believe your mother let you out of the house wearing that!” and then chuckle to herself quietly. She’s also super competitive. She lives in an assisted living home, and they always have competitions like Bingo. Do not mess with Frances Pickle when she plays Bingo!!!! A lot of times we visit her and my mom will help the other old ladies by making sure they hear the number that was called out, or put the chip on the right spot. This results in evil glances and mumbles from Grandma. I don’t think my mom is a part of the will anymore…. Haha! Kidding!
Another fun thing. My cousin, Melissa, came down from Michigan to visit with me for a week. We had loads of fun singing to “Last Friday Night” and figuring out what “ménage a trios” meant, getting so lost that we ended up at the airport, and running red lights (only sorta kidding;) We also got to experience one of my Mom’s work softball team’s game. It was pitiful. The score was 16-0 in the fifth inning… my mom’s team was the “0”. What makes it worse was that the pitcher on the other team threw a perfect game. That means not a single person on my Mom’s team even got a hit, or a chance to get to first base. Pretty sad, I know. It got to the point where one guy on her team named Jim went up to base, hit the ball, and walked back to the dugout. Haha! He didn’t even attempt to run to first base because he knew he was going to be out on a fly ball. I guess no one ever taught Jim to “never give up!”
We had a couple of rainstorms at home, one of which my dog, Dakota, freaked out. (If you know me, you know that I think rainstorms in the spring are awesome because I like to go outside and just get wet and dance around). Anyway, Dakota was trembling like crazy and following me everywhere because she was afraid to be alone when it was thundering. So now I will add thunder to Dakota’s list of fears. (Other things she’s afraid of include, almost anything you shake at her, water, people who ring our doorbell, my phone, cameras, our two small birds, our neighbor, and deer.) It’s comforting to know that my dog is a bit of a coward.
I know this isn’t a lot of stuff, but I don’t really feel like writing every little thing I did over summer. I got to go to London, go to the beach, and visit with friends and family…. What could be better? The only thing that would be cooler than all that would be an earthquake…. Oh wait…. We had one of those today. Well then, I guess my life is complete:)
