Let’s Talk: The Cheating Zany Grandma

This past Labor Day my family was over for a cookout. The day was very nice and everyone was lively with chatter.

After dinner my family usually likes to play some games. Recently, we have trying out various card games. We started out with Rummy and made our way to Golf. My grandma won every single game, but one. We all jokingly accused her of cheating.

We played till everyone went home.

The next day, I was folding the blanket my grandma was using and I was surprised to see a couple of cards fall out.

The jokes of cheating were correct.

My precious grandmother who was winning all evening was cheating!

No, I have not asked her and I will not. However, I told my father (grandma’s son) and all he could do was laugh and yell “that cheater.”

Till next time

~Desibee

 

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Let’s Talk: The Zany Grandma And The Oven

Hello everyone!

Shall we continue with another “zany grandma” tale?

My grandma has lived in the same house for over 50 years. Most of the appliances she owns are from when she bought the house. So, as the title of this post suggest, her oven is also over fifty years old.

A couple of years ago my family started to smell something strange when we would visit. We figured out it was the smell of gas and a little while later we deduced it was her oven.

Now, before I continue I think it is useful to keep in mind that since this oven is so old it is ignited with a match

It took months and months of warnings and us turning off her oven for her to finally listen to get the it checked out.

After a couple of months, at a family get together, the oven was still letting out gas. My grandma informed everyone that she had the oven checked and that nothing could be fixed (the parts are no longer in production) and the oven needed to be replaced.

Everyone in the family offered to pitch in to pay for a new oven. I also told her she could get another oven similar to the one she had. However, she was not interested in any of this. She said “the oven has been with me this long it will stay with me.” Yes, my grandma is emotionally attached to her oven; even if it could kill her.

My family has tried desperately to change her mind and buy her a new oven due to the risk of explosion. My stubborn grandma simply tells us, “I only run it when no one is here, but myself.” That does not stop the risk!

Many appliances in my grandma’s home are like this, but to her they are as precious as family. My entire family has run into problems with items in her home. Another product that she is deeply connected to is her Rotary Phone, but that is a story for another day.

~DesiBeeBlog

Let’s Talk: The Zany Grandma’s Birthday Present

Ready for another Zany Grandma story?!?

The beginning of July marked another birthday for me. This is a story of my grandma’s birthday present to me.

My grandma typically gives her grandkids collectibles for holidays and birthdays. Yes, she still believes collectibles will be valuable within a few years.

One of her favorites to give is Swarovski Crystal. Now, I am not complaining about receiving those as a gift. I think they are beautiful, delicate, and am extremely thankful to receive one as a gift, but I didn’t always think this way. You try telling a five year old they cannot play with their present.

My grandma told me a few days before that she found old collectibles in the attic which she forgot about. These were originally purchased for her youngest grandkids years ago and she wanted to give them to us now. Yes, she bought our presents in bulk. It is like that cliché of the husband that buys his wife’s presents in bulk in case he forgets an event.

The day of my birthday my grandma dropped off my Swarovski crystal and left a message saying that it was broken and she wanted to have it repaired. By this she meant she wanted me to look up ways to repair it and contact people to have it repaired.

The Swarovski I received was an angel, but both arms had broken off. After searching ways to repair it the only answer was to take it into a jeweler.

Now none of this story is that crazy yet, but get ready.

My grandma has two more crystals for my younger cousins. In a previous post I mentioned that my grandma plays favorites and my aunt’s children have always been her favorite. (Widely accepted fact in my family).

The crystals my grandma had in her closet consisted of an angel, a lady bug, and a drum. So of course my very catholic grandma gives me the angel despite the fact that she knows I am an agnostic and have been for over 10 years. Even crazier, she plans to give the lady bug to my cousin who is going to Bible School and wants to teach religion. Also keep in mind I am a biologist. She has always given me religious gifts just because I’m not religious in hopes she can sway me.

Here is the craziest part. My grandma called me recently to tell me that she is taking the crystal for my cousin to a jeweler to have it fixed because it is also broken. She proceeded to tell me “you can’t give a broken present.” All I could think was “but you gave me one.”

I think I have become desensitized to her crazy actions and just make a mental note, smile, nod, and say thank you.

If you have any crazy grandparent stories please share.

Till next time.

Desibee

Let’s Talk: The Zany Grandma And Her New Dog

I previously stated that I had many zany grandmother stories to share. So here is one you may enjoy.

My grandmother is very particular when it comes to dogs. I didn’t know how selective she was until I had the esteemed honor of finding a new dog for her to adopt.

This started about two years after the passing of her longtime dog Yankee III (yeah another story there). She was wanting another dog, but was not making any decisive actions. She has only ever bought dogs from breeders and paid top dollar; no she does not put them in shows. I refused to let her do that so I offered help in searching for a dog for her. I searched all over local shelters to find her a dog.

This should not have taken long or have been difficult. It was.

The reason why it was so hard is that she is incredibly picky. She had a list of requirements for me to meet. This was the first list:

  1. A male
  2. A puppy or young dog
  3. Small
  4. Upright ears (An absolute must)
  5. Short hair, but not too short
  6. Not too loud
  7. Must be okay with children
  8. Cannot shed too much
  9. Light coloration
  10. Solid coloration
  11. Open face (Yeah, what??)
  12. Cairn Terrier preferred
  13. House trained (from a puppy…)
  14. Straight tail
  15. No distinct smell
  16. Okay with being left alone for a short while
  17. No health conditions
  18. Terrier group
  19. No biting

Okay the list was long and made me angry. I can look at any dog and say you absolutely perfect. (We as humans don’t deserve dogs; they are too good for us)

After a few months of looking I told her I could not find a puppy Cairn Terrier that wasn’t from a breeder. She thought of just contacting a breeder, but I convinced her to be lenient with her list. She would now “allow” a non terrier and simply a young dog.

I searched for over a year to fit her specificities. Then she says she wants a female dog. Yeah now more searching.

I finally found her a perfect dog. I kept it as close to her list as possible. This dog came from a rescue called Marilyn’s Voice which focused on rescuing puppy mill dogs. The dog I found was a tiny, six pound, Toy Poodle and Yorkshire Terrier mix.  I wanted to find her a small dog that would remain easy to lift as the dog ages. (Her last dog, a West Highland Terrier, was too heavy for her to lift when the dog got too old to get up stairs to go outside).

She went to meet the dog and fell in love instantly. This dog had character and was so well behaved.

This dog ended up being about 5 years old and had some missing teeth. She also has chronic ear infections and is not used to people handing her food. Even with these quirks my grandmother fell in love with her (I knew she would).

About a year has passed since she got the dog and they are inseparable. The dog had many difficulties at first, but was attached to my grandma instantly. She ended up being partially house trained, afraid of stairs, and barks when my grandma was not in sight. My grandma considered sending her back to the shelter (which upset me because I tried to explain puppy mill dogs take a while to settle into their homes). After about a year the adorable little poodle is now better with stairs, pretty well trained, and content at home and with other family.

My grandma is now in love with the little fuzz ball and says she could not imagine her life without the dog. She babies the dog and spoils her beyond belief.

Well that is my grandma story for today. Let me know if you would like to hear more of these stories.

Until next time.

Desibee