Showing posts with label Grann= My British Granny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grann= My British Granny. Show all posts
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
In The Land Of Salty Pancakes
Today we visited a tourist haven which has been popular for CENTURIES. Since, well, 1200 a.d. or so.
Mont St. Michel, to be exact!
After an early morning of hauling my lazy self out of bed, experiencing Janda's terrifying driving (he picks his teeth when he drives... less reassuring when semis are coming up on wee french roads.)
Quote Grann... "But he's the best driver in the world, didn't you know?"
We have some name changes in order as well.
Grann is now "Granini" (granny to a Panini)
Shrug has been knighted, and is now Sir Shrugalot.
Pickles has one-uped everyone, and crowned herself. Make way for Queen Pickles!
Sir Shrugalot would also like the world to know how awesome he is. So strong, brave, beautiful, and the way he mangles his Spanish with his budding French is just... Dashing.
Does that pass the test of sisterly love darling brother?
At Mont St. Michel we had a guide called Jessica who was knowledgable, friendly and had the weirdest accents. She was 100% French, but spoke with British, American, New Zealander etc and so forth accents. A real hodge podge. Anyways, got her number, we're soon to be besties.
At lunch, the galette I ordered (a savory sort of crepe) was advertized as a "Salty Pancake." Needless to say, it lived higher than expectations. Lunch was made truly amazing by Doubleoseven's
"et un peu de vin, et deux glaces avec ca." If you don't spreakinzie francais, darling Papa asked for a little red wine, and two ice creams to go along with that.
He meant to say two glasses. :)
Dinner was dominated by conversation and foodish things, most notably the fantastic rosbif, and the ladies bonding over their love of ironing. Ah, to be so preoccupied.
Another convo, for your giggling pleasure.
Queen Pickles: Shrug, stop texting at the table.
Sir S: I'm not on my phone.
Queen P: Well you're either on your phone or playing with yourself. I think you're on your phone.
Sir S: Um awkward. I'm going to go clear the dishes.
Finally, we have a cow whisperer in the family. Previous, Doubleoseven had made his debut talent as a turtle whisperer
((Me and Shrug are putting a baby turtle into the water)
Doubleoseven: How do you know he wants to go into the water?
Shrug: Turtles like water.
(Pause as I place turtle onto a rock)
Doubleoseven: I don't think the turtle likes that rock.
Me: Who are you, the turtle whisperer?
Shrug (whispers): turtles turtles turtles turtles.)
But now he has proven his amazing skill at speaking with cows. They come running at his lowing call, and simply look scared when I let out a voice cracking "meooooo." Perhaps it comes with age.
Mont St. Michel, to be exact!
After an early morning of hauling my lazy self out of bed, experiencing Janda's terrifying driving (he picks his teeth when he drives... less reassuring when semis are coming up on wee french roads.)
Quote Grann... "But he's the best driver in the world, didn't you know?"
We have some name changes in order as well.
Grann is now "Granini" (granny to a Panini)
Shrug has been knighted, and is now Sir Shrugalot.
Pickles has one-uped everyone, and crowned herself. Make way for Queen Pickles!
Sir Shrugalot would also like the world to know how awesome he is. So strong, brave, beautiful, and the way he mangles his Spanish with his budding French is just... Dashing.
Does that pass the test of sisterly love darling brother?
At Mont St. Michel we had a guide called Jessica who was knowledgable, friendly and had the weirdest accents. She was 100% French, but spoke with British, American, New Zealander etc and so forth accents. A real hodge podge. Anyways, got her number, we're soon to be besties.
At lunch, the galette I ordered (a savory sort of crepe) was advertized as a "Salty Pancake." Needless to say, it lived higher than expectations. Lunch was made truly amazing by Doubleoseven's
"et un peu de vin, et deux glaces avec ca." If you don't spreakinzie francais, darling Papa asked for a little red wine, and two ice creams to go along with that.
He meant to say two glasses. :)
Dinner was dominated by conversation and foodish things, most notably the fantastic rosbif, and the ladies bonding over their love of ironing. Ah, to be so preoccupied.
Another convo, for your giggling pleasure.
Queen Pickles: Shrug, stop texting at the table.
Sir S: I'm not on my phone.
Queen P: Well you're either on your phone or playing with yourself. I think you're on your phone.
Sir S: Um awkward. I'm going to go clear the dishes.
Finally, we have a cow whisperer in the family. Previous, Doubleoseven had made his debut talent as a turtle whisperer
((Me and Shrug are putting a baby turtle into the water)
Doubleoseven: How do you know he wants to go into the water?
Shrug: Turtles like water.
(Pause as I place turtle onto a rock)
Doubleoseven: I don't think the turtle likes that rock.
Me: Who are you, the turtle whisperer?
Shrug (whispers): turtles turtles turtles turtles.)
But now he has proven his amazing skill at speaking with cows. They come running at his lowing call, and simply look scared when I let out a voice cracking "meooooo." Perhaps it comes with age.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Lettuce and Peace
I apologize sincerely to anyone who reads this blog (hard to tell with the lack of comments :)) for the absence yesterday. My brother Shrug was using the interwebs to speak with his friend of the lady-like gender. I have various updates then from yesterday and today, split up into days.
August 9th today news- Today we went BACK to the war museum to actually look at the museum bit. Came out a bit queasy and very much a pacifist. I really hope we outgrow bombs and weapons in my lifetime. Anyone who tries to convince people that war is a necessary function of the world has no consideration for the lives lost senselessly before, or the respect for the families of those they ask to sacrifice themselves. My humble opinion.
We then went to the Bayeux township and saw the 950+ year old tapestry depicting another war, that of Harold and William. So much death, and only three women in the massive tapestry. One of them was the daughter Aeygl (spelling?). The monitor told me (word for word) "His daughter, Aegylkdhbfkjgb is depicted here as returning and being reminded of her betrothal, as evidenced by her being slapped by a priest." I beg your pardon? Dear Parents, please don't smack me when I get engaged.
Other sightings-
Police in jeans... Casual tuesday for law enforcement?
So many creepy posters of clowns. Tis the season of circuses (circi? latin whizzes??
August 8th-
Drove in the morning to Omaha golf club.
Quotes from drive out by my Grann
"dear me, have they misplaced their accelerator?"
"my, she was a fiesty little driver."
Terrible head cold, as such left after first 9 and went with Shporty and Pickles (she wants a new name, given all the flac she's getting from various persons. Please stop teasing her, I like this nickname).
Paid Shporty 50p to be silent, and had a to do list from Pickles of
-Lunch
-The Sea
-Something Impulsive.
Learned how to drive a stickshift (APPARENTLY I was pretty impressive, and only stalled going from 2nd back to 1st. And maybe starting once or twice.)
Quotes from dinner
Rando- "What did you shoot Shrug?"
Shrug- "85"
Rando- "And you Janda?"
Janda- "I shot myself."
"So how did you get so good at golf Janda?"
"Well thank you, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."
Things I learned on August 8th
-Obama in Normandy is a huge selling point. Woot Americans.
-RVs are popular at Omaha beach. The scourge is everywhere.
-They have raunchy novels in the supermarkets too! The titles are hilarious, translated "The Frenchman and The American" "A Flight to Remember" "Tall Dark and Dangerous."
-Apparently in cricket it is good to be a leg break googley bowler.
Most common phrase on trip, "are you going to eat your lettuce?"
Happiest of birthdays to my Ruthie.
August 9th today news- Today we went BACK to the war museum to actually look at the museum bit. Came out a bit queasy and very much a pacifist. I really hope we outgrow bombs and weapons in my lifetime. Anyone who tries to convince people that war is a necessary function of the world has no consideration for the lives lost senselessly before, or the respect for the families of those they ask to sacrifice themselves. My humble opinion.
We then went to the Bayeux township and saw the 950+ year old tapestry depicting another war, that of Harold and William. So much death, and only three women in the massive tapestry. One of them was the daughter Aeygl (spelling?). The monitor told me (word for word) "His daughter, Aegylkdhbfkjgb is depicted here as returning and being reminded of her betrothal, as evidenced by her being slapped by a priest." I beg your pardon? Dear Parents, please don't smack me when I get engaged.
Other sightings-
Police in jeans... Casual tuesday for law enforcement?
So many creepy posters of clowns. Tis the season of circuses (circi? latin whizzes??
August 8th-
Drove in the morning to Omaha golf club.
Quotes from drive out by my Grann
"dear me, have they misplaced their accelerator?"
"my, she was a fiesty little driver."
Terrible head cold, as such left after first 9 and went with Shporty and Pickles (she wants a new name, given all the flac she's getting from various persons. Please stop teasing her, I like this nickname).
Paid Shporty 50p to be silent, and had a to do list from Pickles of
-Lunch
-The Sea
-Something Impulsive.
Learned how to drive a stickshift (APPARENTLY I was pretty impressive, and only stalled going from 2nd back to 1st. And maybe starting once or twice.)
Quotes from dinner
Rando- "What did you shoot Shrug?"
Shrug- "85"
Rando- "And you Janda?"
Janda- "I shot myself."
"So how did you get so good at golf Janda?"
"Well thank you, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."
Things I learned on August 8th
-Obama in Normandy is a huge selling point. Woot Americans.
-RVs are popular at Omaha beach. The scourge is everywhere.
-They have raunchy novels in the supermarkets too! The titles are hilarious, translated "The Frenchman and The American" "A Flight to Remember" "Tall Dark and Dangerous."
-Apparently in cricket it is good to be a leg break googley bowler.
Most common phrase on trip, "are you going to eat your lettuce?"
Happiest of birthdays to my Ruthie.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Life On The Sin Bin
We have now taken refuge in a chateau in Normandy, Chateau de C_____ to be precise. It is 4 km away from the Graveyard featured so dramatically in "Saving Private Ryan." I didn't see SPR, as often times Scooby Doo is too violent for me, but I'm told it is "Epic" and "Gory." Not my French cup of tea.
It (this chateau) has a moat, a boat, and the addition of two brand spanking new grandparents who have arrived with all their british accents, sass, much better swear words and general outlook on life.
In a nutshell-
"If it is serious, let's poke fun."
Some quotes from today include--->
Doubleoseven- Dad, do you want red or white with lunch?
Janda- Yes.
Grann- Are you going to be helpful or not darling?
Janda- I'm going to be helpful. As always.
Grann- Drink it slowly dear, and have it for later.
Janda- Or I could drink it fast and order another.
The Sin Bin is the new name couch my dearest Grandfather "Janda" has taken for his own. He assumed that his hedonistic habits would result in
a) his expulsion from his room with Grann (my English granny).
b) his inability to walk up two flights of windy, uneven cobblestone steps.
Played cards with doubleoseven, Janda and for a little bit, Shporty. Score (in games won).
Marf- 5
Doubleo- 4
Janda- 0
Shporty- 0
Janda then grumped and said "I'm now going to go to bed in a sulk."
Grann's repartee- "Why change a lifelong habit now?"
I love my Grandparents.
It (this chateau) has a moat, a boat, and the addition of two brand spanking new grandparents who have arrived with all their british accents, sass, much better swear words and general outlook on life.
In a nutshell-
"If it is serious, let's poke fun."
Some quotes from today include--->
Doubleoseven- Dad, do you want red or white with lunch?
Janda- Yes.
Grann- Are you going to be helpful or not darling?
Janda- I'm going to be helpful. As always.
Grann- Drink it slowly dear, and have it for later.
Janda- Or I could drink it fast and order another.
The Sin Bin is the new name couch my dearest Grandfather "Janda" has taken for his own. He assumed that his hedonistic habits would result in
a) his expulsion from his room with Grann (my English granny).
b) his inability to walk up two flights of windy, uneven cobblestone steps.
Played cards with doubleoseven, Janda and for a little bit, Shporty. Score (in games won).
Marf- 5
Doubleo- 4
Janda- 0
Shporty- 0
Janda then grumped and said "I'm now going to go to bed in a sulk."
Grann's repartee- "Why change a lifelong habit now?"
I love my Grandparents.
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