the other day i had to go to SLC to retrieve all my soccer ish. so i called my dad at work to tell him when i was going to be there so that i could...a) give him a squeeze and b) he could save me from all the questioning {from the grams} that happens everytime i go home.
well i made it there before the dad. i walked in, gave gramma a hug and here's the dialogue that ensued...
L: hi gramma, it's lizzie, how are you? {i like to remind her of who i am first thing. it saves time in the end}
G: oh hi dear, so when are you moving back in?
L: gramma...i'm not moving back in. remember i work in provo {she doesn't know what orem is}.
G: is it because you don't like me very much?
L: no...gramma...
{as my dad walks in i mouth "help me" and get up to give him a hug}
G: you know your dad misses you too, maybe he can convince you to move back in.
D: mom, liz is happy where she lives now. let her be.
{she drops it and moves on to the next topic...which i already know...she has brought this up every time i have visited since i moved out a year ago. mind you, i go home and visit a least every other week. so that's alot.}
G: have you found anyone special?
L: not yet, gramma. {sighing, bracing myself for the next question}
G: what about that one boy? do you still talk to him?
L: nope. it's been over a year now.
G: i thought he was a nice boy.
L: yeah, i know.
G: i guess it turns out i was wrong.
L: no, he was nice. just dumb.
G: i really liked him.
{me giving my dad a pleading look...}
D: mom, she doesn't want to talk about it anymore.
{luckily she changed the subject to school..which i've been done with for 3.5 years...then we moved onto work...which after trying to explain "gifting" to her, i end up just saying "i sit at a computer"}
about an hour later i'm verbally exhausted and ready to get back to my tivo.
L: alright, well i have to drive back to provo. love you.
I get up to give gramma a g'bye hug...then she looks me in the face and says "well, he's a dope for letting you go."
ah, yes. it's the same converstion every time. but that little phrase at the end. that makes it all worth it. especially the fact that she literally uses the word "dope."
no matter what repetitive conversation i have to endure, it's good to know that at the end of the day...the g-ma, she's got my back.
6 comments:
Hi, you are really good at writing touching and thought-provoking blog entries. That entry should seriously be used as a short play.
I love that she used the word 'dope', and I'm gonna start using it from now on.
and he was a real dope for letting you go.
g-ma does have yo back fo sho. she is da bomb.
A dope fo shizzle! Your grandma is so sweet. I bet it's the highlight of her two weeks to see you! She's so cute.
hahaha. you are so funny. i love these stories about your grandma!
You know I love g-ma stories!
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