I would like to dedicate this post to my dear grandmother, Jinny. I call her Jinny. Not Grandma. Not Nana. Not whatever people call their grandmothers. I call her by her first name. When my sister was born, Jinny was much to young to be considered a "grandma" - so she insisted on us calling her by her first name. I like it.
I saw her yesterday and the first thing she said to me was, "when are you going to post something new on your blog? I keep checking and checking." Confused because it had only been 2.5 days since my last post, I asked her if she had seen my "Flashback Friday". "Oh yes," she said, "but still!"
Jinny is the best grandma someone could ask for. She is always deeply concerned about my well being and always wants me to be happy. Just the other day she brought up the fact that she really thinks I should join eHarmony dot com. Clearly, this must bring happiness because this might have been about the 50th time she has encouraged me to join. And each time I politely decline. Her rationale is always, "but the commericals say it works. AND, it's a complete personality test and they pair you up with someone that matches yours." Again, I say I am not interested. I don't doubt the greatest that can be internet dating. I have two friends that met their husbands over the internet. Really, it's just not for me. At least, right now.
I almost miss the days where Jinny would send me newspaper clippings about dating with certain sentences highlighted. I once received a story that had a line highlighted (courtest of Jinny) that read something like: "After years and years of dating, Jill, at the age of 42 eventually found the man of her dreams." I say to that, "Good, I have at LEAST 17 more years until I become one of those women that people write about in the newspaper as if to say, 'OMG, she FINALLY got married.'"
Thanks Jinny for always looking out for me. Your newspaper clippings do inspire me - as do your persistence in joining eHarmony. If anything, they make me laugh and give me a good story to blog about.
For now, I am perfectly happy as a single person. Right now, the happiness that a man could bring to me would be the happiness of knowing I have someone to clean up the mice that I find in my house.