TWICE AS NICE


Recently two different bloggers bestowed the coveting Lemonade Award on Grandma J. I'm humbled when this happens....not that I've ever gotten the same award from two different bloggers before.

Tabitha, at I Choose Bliss, gave me this award last week when I was line dancing with Soupy Sales on the West Coast. Tabitha has just about the biggest warmest heart in the whole world. Check out her blog and you will be in awe of all the wonderful acts of kindness she does.

Then today, my BBFIA Hula Hank, bestowed the same award on me because he is infatuated with women who have large bladders long eyelashes. And for those of you who think you know me well, please don't ruin Hula Hank's image of Grandma J....no matter! Hank lives in Australia and has several Wallabies that come to his backdoor step every morning for breakfast.

I actually had breakfast with Hank one morning too....but not on his backdoor step. Hank was kind enough to invite several family members and this mutual blogger friend, and this one too.... along for the purpose of creating a party atmosphere...in the heart of LA.

Believe me when I tell you this...I hate being recognized with awards almost as much as I hate having to pick new recipients. It just makes me want to reaffirm your suspicions that I'm wonderful feel unworthy to the point of telling you all the reasons why I should never be awarded stuff....unless it's cash ice cream.

So here is what I want to do... I want to award this Lemonade Blogger Award to everyone west of the Rockies. Come get your award, and re-award it to your favorite bloggers.

Thanks again to Tabitha and Hula Hank! Now, go visit their blogs!

FLOAT LIKE A BUTTERFLY....
then buy Grandma J a new camera

Last night I went to observe my Texas granddaughter's dance lesson.

She's the one who just graduated from middle school, and should be a model.
opposed to the one who just graduated from pre-K. and is a self-made fashion and accessories model.

This was not a routine I was observing, but rather a whole plethora of moves.
You know what I'm talking about...popping,

locking and dropping....chair freeze and baby freeze...
front swipes and corkscrew dips. Brooklyn up-rocking

The two goofs came along. Besides watching the dance moves, they pretty much emptied the vending machines.

We ended up at Jason's Deli, with stuffed baked potatoes and strawberry shortcake to go.

***WARNING...STOP HERE.... if you don't want to see an almost nude waxed male. (I bet everyone looks)

* Big Brother fans....I have a news flash about Jessie..that probably isn't really news to the super sluethes amongst you. Anyway, it seems our Mr. "I can't get enough of loving myself" has been posing nude for quite some time. I don't want to get my little blog rating dropped in the toilet by posting that stuff, but here is a shot I cleaned up with my upscale version of SHARPIE.

***MAMA MIA***

I have never posted a new post for a Friday Matinee movie review before....not even a Friday Matinee on Monday. But Mama Mia! which is better than saying Holy Crap, or thatsa one-a spicy meata ball!

I want to tell you all how wonderful this movie is...but I'm afraid to get carried away! Of course it's about a mother who had too many hormones in her younger days and too many men in one week! But honestly? Mother Theresa's whole legacy could have gone down the tubes if she...well you know what I mean.

Donna (Meryl)and her two BFF are a real hoot. The props and innuendo are hilarious and will have you rolling in the aisles.

I went to an early showing, and it wasn't very full. Of course the new Batman movie opened today too, and some monkey movie which attracted a ton of preschoolers on buses.

The music by ABBA was the bomb!

Now, I'm not exactly an extrovert, but by the end of the movie I couldn't control myself, and I did something that I wanted to do throughout the movie, but was too shy...at first...yep, I started clapping...then others clapped...I got up and danced...and so did most of the other movie goers! We had a real hootenanny going on! But, please, don't let any of my kids know, they would be so embarrassed.

So faithful readers? Let me know if you let go and jump up and dance like Grandma J. I dare you...actually, I don't think it will take much at all.

And oh yeah....the men! hot, hot, hot! Especially my secret heartthrob and my BBFFWTF!

THE SEASON FOR CLASS REUNIONS
...or is my tummy tuck showing?

Class reunions are as popular as bungee jumping this time of year. You don't bungee jump? OK then maybe as popular as butt scratching white water rafting.

My daughter her in Texas is going back to Southern California for her twentieth reunion.

The one my daughter is going to has something Friday night...maybe it's s happy hour/cocktail hour meet and greet thing, then Saturday is a day at the beach, Saturday night is a huge dinner dance on the Queen Mary, then Sunday is Family Picnic or something.

Now, my twentieth was a one night affair. Everyone showed up at the school gym.

They danced the night away to La Bamba, and Dance With Me Henry by Brenda Lee.

Of course look who shows up with her fancy shmancy camera? Like it's not as though we all didn't know she was a party crasher.

And how embarrassing is this? There's one in every crowd, I swear!

There's always the group picture....that's what memories are made of...

And after everyone goes their separate way.

Nowadays, my high school has a huge picnic in the park for all years to attend. Yeah, they go off in little groups of "their own", but it's fun. Well, I don't go, but I heard it was fun.