I Heart Grandma and Grandpa.

It’s been a while since you’ve heard anything from Grandma Carol and Grandpa B., so I thought I’d fill you in with snippets from Grandma’s emails. It’s funny; as I grow older I think that she’s the one I have most in common with, the one I’ll likely resemble more and more.

Loved the video for Cupcake Wars..........I will watch for it on Food Network. Also, Andy Rooney is one of my favorites................

Beautiful day here today.........about 60 degrees and sunny..........I am ready for Spring. Going to Las Vegas, next Tues for a week of basketball, bingo and slots! Wahooo!

I made some killer green chile chicken enchiladas yesterday ..........along with a tamale pie.........both turned out very well. Grandpa does not eat Mexican...

…….Then went to the mall and did a little shopping...........stuff for my trip. Always think I need something new when I take a trip and also wanted a gift for my friend. I really hate the mall, but once or twice a year is tolerable.

I will be sending you a small package in the next day or two via UPS.........I will let you know what the expected arrival date is so that you can be watching for it.
More Later, Love, Grandma Carol

I am off and running........pharmacy, Wal-Mart etc to get things for my trip. I leave early Tues. morning.

Paper says Lobo fans are going to take over Las Vegas! They expect 4 to 5,000 from Albuq. Hope they don't get too rowdy and cause some kind of incident! I had a dream last nite that I was playing some king of fortune teller slot machine and won $600,000.00................wouldn't that be something! Maybe it is a good omen..HA
Grandpa is going sailing.........his Sat afternoon pastime.

Also, I forgot to tell you........Grandpa mailed your surprise package on Thurs, but by regular mail not UPS as I would have done..........not a big deal...........just be aware it may be there the end of next week...........
The PO is one of my pet peeves..........not dependable, keep raising rates and less service. Now they want to quit delivering on Sat! What a bunch of crap...........Later, Grandma Carol

I talked to them on the phone Saturday, and Grandpa was telling me all about his day racing his remote-control sailboats with his remote-control sailboat racing club. (Seriously, I want to retire, like. . .now.) He said he’d had a great day sailing, and it was even more exciting because he came in third place. Of course, he said, only three people were racing.

Then he was telling me about how the club has fewer members now than it did a few years back. He thought that the members had tired of sailboat racing; Grandma says they’ve just all died.

Grandma--hope you're having fun in Vegas. Go Lobos! Also, would you please win that $600,000 and share some with me?

Post Office Crush

The only thing I had to do yesterday was to go to the post office. That was the ONLY THING. (Of course, I created additional tasks for myself, one of which was to bake cream cheese blondies.) But the post office was closed. Veterans Day.

The closure of the post office was disappointing partly because I couldn't cross anything off of my to-do list, but it was really disappointing because I felt that I'd been denied the opportunity to rendezvous with my post office crush, Byron. I love Byron, and I have for years.

I even snapped a picture of him today.

Byron is the opposite of the post office stereotype. He's happy, friendly, unarmed. He also flirts with me (or so I tell myself), which is disarming. "Mailing a package to Virginia, are we?" and "Anything perishable in here?" (I guess you had to be there--these were said in a decidedly flirty manner.) I just giggle and look away, coy girl that I am.

The first time I saw my post office crush I knew we had a special connection. You know how you can tell, what with the eye contact and the smiles and the great customer service. The second time I saw him I was with Matt, and I told Matt that I had a crush on one of the workers. Matt knew immediately which one had caught my fancy--Byron, tall, handsome, witty, a winning smile. But, because Byron is about 50 and about as unattainable as they come, Matt didn't feel threatened. And knowing my track record on crushes, I must acknowledge that there's about a 90% chance that Byron is gay.

But I hope not.

What would be a menial task is now fun with a chance of romance. I stand there in line, with two grouchy women and the shining light of Byron taking customers. The entire time I stand in line I try to manipulate the situation so that I can go to Byron's line. "Hey, old lady, do you need to go ahead of me?" "Move it, kid, I was here first!"

And then Byron and I share a moment, and I look at his name tag, learn his last name, and try to decide if it'd be creepy if I tried to friend him on Facebook.

Yes, it would pretty much be the creepiest thing that ever happened.