Saturday, March 26, 2011

Crazy Nana.

I cannot believe it has been a year since we lost the greatest lady in the whole world. Such a long year it has been. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her and the crazy things she did. Here are some of the top things.
1. Nana loved to cook. Everything was always delicious. Except that one time, when I bit into my chicken cutlet and between the breading and the chicken. I don't think I ever ate another one after that.

2. We all know about the Spanish Channel, but Nana was the only person in Greenville County to get the Italian Channel. She never understood how the Italian language could change so much that she couldn't understand it anymore. Well, that's because it was Spanish.. not Italian.

3. Only Nana could get away with calling people their incorrect name. Alex was always Alec and Kaylin was always Kaitlin.

4. No matter what broke in her house, I was the only person she would let fix it. It could be a month before I would be coming home from school, but she still waited for me to fix her radio, answering machine, or clock.

5. No matter the holiday, each grandchild received a card with $5 in it. And whenever we left her house, she made sure to give us a $5, even if it meant giving us a roll of nickels.

6. Nana always spent exactly $100 on each grandchild's Christmas presents. She would buy one thing, then put the exact rest of the $100 in a box and wrap that up and give it to them. So we'd each get two presents. One actual present. One box of the change from the $100.

7. Dad's Jeep's back doors don't unlock until the driver door is open. This meant every time she rode in the car, she spent 3 minutes trying to get out, yelling "Steve! Steve! I can't get out!"

8. Nana only ate ribs and french fries once a year, or so she wanted us all to think. About once a month at dinner, Nana would order ribs and fries. Every time it was accompanied with, "oh my goodness, I haven't had this is forever!" Really, Nana? You didn't just have that last month? Okay, Crazy.

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