My children are obsessed with youtube channels, and youtube stars. I’m old. I don’t understand. I’m okay with that. I’ve decided that I should have my own Youtube channel. It will be called the Grandma Diaries. Seriously. This teenage boy was secretly videoing his grandma while she drove him around.
His channel is now some sort of Youtube sensation. So, I would only be sort of stealing his idea. He doesn’t have my Mom or my Aunt. Grandma and Nana Bonnie are pretty hilarious.
Here is a sampling of a few of things I hear while I drive them around…
“Mom, I can see the main road.” “I know, turn here, it’s shorter. It’s my old Indian trick.”
“He was an Apache. He had a mean streak.” “Because we Cherokees were a kind sensitive tribe?” “Exactly.” (Some of this really needs to be video so you can get the inflections.)
“Well, would you look at those crazy cranks!”
“They always smile at your face right before they stab you in the back!…Well, she will!!!”
“He just called her everything but a white woman!”
“Well hey!” Then insert any piece of advice Nana Bonnie ever gave me.
“This too shall pass…” with a series of head nods and amens and maybe even a pat on the back.
“Do you remember that story Mama told about the woman at the sewing plant? What she had to do for her husband…” I’m just going to stop there since I want this to be a PG-13 blog.
“That was a hot night in July. The sheriff knocked on the door and…” That would be another story that I have to wait to tell until well, I’m dead or I would be in a hot minute.
“Are you driving me out here to shoot me and leave me for dead?”
This my friends is but a sampling of the things that I hear. Some of them will haunt me again tonight. How can two women simultaneously fill me with love, make me laugh until I pee myself and horrify me? My word I love them!