On a less serious note...well it might become serious...

My Grandmother 80th birthday this weekend. Two words...

GONG SHOW!!!

honestly my family is more disfunctional then the early episodes of Rosanne! My sister would probably be Darlene tho, cause I wouldn't try and "make it" in the basement with a boy in my parent's house- but she would- I guess I'm more Becky style even though I'm not as high strung. Can't say as I identify with D.J much...did anyone hear he came out as gay a while ago? Was that true?

ANYWAY- My uncle was Master of Ceramonies. He coordinated speeches with my other aunts...my mum is the second of 5 kids. It all was well and good until people started recounting memories and turning to my grandmother and saying in typical fashion- "Do you remember that Mum?"

"No" she'd say....EVERY TIME!!

Apparently my grandmother has forgotten most of her 80 years which explains her need to act like 12 year old sometimes....I know this all sounds very harsh but for those of you who know my grandparents you SO know what I'm talking about.

The same grandparents that have called the best friend I've had since I was 15 DIANA. "Hi Diana how are you" Nanny- it's DEEanna... "Yes Diana what's new?"
Keep on truckin'...
I told me grandparents I was going backpacking in Europe. My grandfather looked at me like I had just told him I was pregnant outside of marriage. He was SO mad at me for not going to school...he still is...*sigh*
Everytime I try to tell him about my job or anything in my life for that matter he asks me when I'm going back to school.

I'm already in school. And this school doesn't cost me anything except honesty, trust, faith, love, and devotion. It only comes from one book and one teacher.
He wouldn't understand it.

Then my nanny's speech lasted for over half an hour cause she went to each table to say something about the people sitting there. All we got was, "Table one- the grandchildren and my son in law John, and Lenora...she's not even a grandchild...on to table 2..." She said something individual about the other 100 people there. Oh well I guess you only turn 80 once. And did my grandmother ever milk it. she milked her birthday like soy milk- my friend Jamie says Soy milk taste like milked nuts in which case it would take a considerable amount of effort to milk said nut and every millilitre of moisture would be sucked dry from it. That was the 80th.

We had ANOTHER dinner last night at Celebrations Dinner Theater...ugh....I shouldn't say that alot oft he actors are very good, it just drives me nuts unless I'm with some really fun people cause I get annoyed when people don't come "out of character" I dunno, most of the characters are annoying anyways...and the food is REALLY BAD...I'm not jsut saying that it is honestly REALLY BAD!!!

MY grandad got grumpy and told the waitress she was speaking too close to his face, then when the waiter tried to move my nanny's walker out of the way he got mad and yelled at him "I know what I'M doing....but I'm not sure about what YOU are doing..."

I can't wait to be old, as much as I like being young. When you're old people take all kinds of bullshit from you. You can say whatever is on your mind, for-go the "buffer" and let it all fly. You can call someone fat and everyone will say "Oh don't mind nanny, she's 80 and senile." No one will be mean to you or tell you off. They'll actually take better care of you because of it...I can't wait to drive around in my motorized BMW scooter, with one of those obnoxious orange flags on the back, with a fancy cane poking at teenagers and driving down the main streets in Winnipeg blocking traffic and making motorists crazy. Yes, one fine day.
I did realize last night, that I have missed listening to the Beetles. I'm gonna "buy" a greatest hits CD or something.

Love those Beatles. Just call me Yoko-

............although I have yet to find my John Lennon... ?!?!?!?!