Growing up I had mostly heard grandma/Grammy and grandpa. There were some that called their grandmother bubba or bubby (from studda bubba which I was told meant old woman). After moving south of the Mason-Dixon line, all I hear is nana, mamaw, or memaw (or papaw or pepaw). One guy I know calls his grandmother “granna”. I think it is both geographic and cultural based on ethnic background.
I’ve never bought a TV and have never had cable, satellite, or whatever is used nowadays. While I have a TV, it was given to me by a guy I was dating back in 1991 because I was going to be laid up for a couple months following surgery. I tried watching it a few times back then but just couldn’t. I read books instead. I haven’t turned on the TV since then and have no idea if it even works. It is someplace in the attic. The guy didn’t work out either by the way.
Oh Elliott, I am so sorry for your loss. Losing a sibling leaves a hole in your heart that just never goes away. Remember all the good times you had with Blair, it will help. My little sister passed of a heart attack October 26, 2005 and not a day goes by that I don’t miss her and think of her. She was only 46 at the time. Many hugs and purrs to you and your family, especially Blair’s sons.
Like many others, I did not see your comment but having lost 200 pounds of ugly fat (i.e., my first husband) I understand. Life is funny and after my divorce, I was completely satisfied with the crazy, cat lady designation and didn’t even bother to date. Surprisingly enough, 9 years after my divorce, I met my current husband. Life loves to throw us curve balls. Do not anguish over you heartache, many of us understand and sympathize with you. Just be the best person you know how to be and stop berating yourself when you stumble. We all stumble.
I got that warning on the second and third one. I didn’t know that the image someone holding two newborn kittens was pornographic. I guess I learned something (insert eyeroll here).
In all my years of employment, I have had three nice bosses. One was nice and stood up for his direct reports, one was nice but would cower to upper management at the expense of his direct reports, the third one was nice and would back his direct reports but unfortunately upper management removed all Ph.D.s from under him because he did not have one (he had a masters in engineering). I then got stuck with an idiot who didn’t know his head from his ar$e. Most of the bosses I had fit the bill of that last one. I am truly convinced that $h!t rises. It seems it is so hard to fire someone that the incompetent get promoted to keep them out of the mainstream of the business where they could actually do harm.
Don was his title, not his first name.