My PaPa

My grandparents are such unique people, definitely not your typical grandparents.  My grandmother has been known as GaGa for the past 30 years, since my cousin was old enough to make any sort of noises that she could construe as her name.  GaGa drives 90 everywhere she goes, it's kind of scary in her tiny little town.  She once had cataract surgery and told me it was so nice to see the stop lights again.  I, in the nicest tone I could muster in my fear stricken state, asked how she'd been driving without knowing if it was red or green.  She said she watched to drivers next to her then went.  That's a great plan except there's only 2 lights that are on streets where you'd have someone next to you to watch!!   My PaPa isn't a fast driver, he just does what he wants.  He once forced someone into the cones, because neither one was going to slow down to merge.

OK, I really did start this post with a point.  My PaPa has been in and out of the hospital for the last month.  He's had 5 stints in his arteries around his heart, but he's getting to go home tomorrow! Yay!  I called to check on him tonight, and we talked a lot about basketball.  He used to ref a lot until he couldn't run up and down the court anymore.  We also talked about his poor neglected poodle.  With him in the hospital, GaGa left in charge.  Think Beverly Hills  Chihuahua in Mexico all alone in the world, that's what poor Toy Boy has felt like lately.  Yep that's right his name is Toy Boy, and PaPa hand feeds him with a grapefruit spoon everyday.  GaGa... well she doesn't, he eats dry food out of the dish when he's finally hungry enough.

As I was saying goodbye, my loving PaPa called me by my aunt's middle name.  I'm kind of named after her first name, but her middle name isn't anything like any part of my name.  Where that came from, I'm really not sure.  Now don't get me wrong, my PaPa has no memory problems what-so-ever.  The memory issues are all from the grandma on the other side of the fam.  So to sum it all up.... Goodnight Denise.