A Grandmother's Advice...?
A few of you may know, but Monday-Friday I live with my grandmother, due to the fact her house is about a ten minute drive from my school. While this is a lot easier on gas and time, it means I have to sleep on a day bed in the middle of the living room, and the dining table doubles as my work-table. Most of the time, this works out good, because the house is cozy, safe, and my grandmother sleeps most of the time so it's quiet.
But sometimes, like anyone, she wants to talk. Usually I get trips down memory lane into war-time Chzecholslovakia, or into my childhood, and while the talks sometimes get lengthy they're always interesting.
However, today was a particularily funny night. I was washing dishes--she was making sloppy joes. She starts talking to me about my pants, and how they are "oof, too tight, young ladies should not wear such pants" and what not xD. She then proceeds to tell me that tight pants make boys crazy--Which leads to our heart-to-heart boyfriend discussion, which was really my grandmother giving me boy advice while I tried not to snort up soap bubbles from laughing so hard.
She and my grandfather were married for 50 years, and lived together up until the last 5 years of my grandpa's life. So obviously, she values long relationships and commitment, which I do as well. She told me about my aunt Eva, who went through boyfriends like it was going out of style, always finding a new boy/man through her entire life while she was still dating the previous one, dumping the current one, picking up the new one. Old boyfriend cries/beats on door in the middle of the night/ all sorts of craziness. My grandmother "doesn't understand this sillyness."
It was kind of cute actually. She told me she doesn't understand it because she met my grandfather, fell in love with my grandfather, and never wanted to be apart from my grandfather. It seems so simple when she says it.
Of course, I can’t get off scotch free with my Grandmother. We’re done gossiping about my Aunt’s romantic life and my Grandmother’s nice long-term values-Then it comes time to spring on me about the fellows. Because I was laughing (or trying not to) I didn’t get to say much, but it didn’t stop grammie from giving me all her advice and opinions. Don’t wear tight pants; don’t wear indecent undergarments. Tell a boy if he is being too forward, and if you have to tell him more than once ask him to drive you home--lol, sooo much chivalry in this one, like assuming the boy picked you up at all xD.
In short, I love my grandmother, and our heart-to-hearts make me laugh. She’s just looking out for me I suppose, and giving me a good chuckle along the way.
But sometimes, like anyone, she wants to talk. Usually I get trips down memory lane into war-time Chzecholslovakia, or into my childhood, and while the talks sometimes get lengthy they're always interesting.
However, today was a particularily funny night. I was washing dishes--she was making sloppy joes. She starts talking to me about my pants, and how they are "oof, too tight, young ladies should not wear such pants" and what not xD. She then proceeds to tell me that tight pants make boys crazy--Which leads to our heart-to-heart boyfriend discussion, which was really my grandmother giving me boy advice while I tried not to snort up soap bubbles from laughing so hard.
She and my grandfather were married for 50 years, and lived together up until the last 5 years of my grandpa's life. So obviously, she values long relationships and commitment, which I do as well. She told me about my aunt Eva, who went through boyfriends like it was going out of style, always finding a new boy/man through her entire life while she was still dating the previous one, dumping the current one, picking up the new one. Old boyfriend cries/beats on door in the middle of the night/ all sorts of craziness. My grandmother "doesn't understand this sillyness."
It was kind of cute actually. She told me she doesn't understand it because she met my grandfather, fell in love with my grandfather, and never wanted to be apart from my grandfather. It seems so simple when she says it.
Of course, I can’t get off scotch free with my Grandmother. We’re done gossiping about my Aunt’s romantic life and my Grandmother’s nice long-term values-Then it comes time to spring on me about the fellows. Because I was laughing (or trying not to) I didn’t get to say much, but it didn’t stop grammie from giving me all her advice and opinions. Don’t wear tight pants; don’t wear indecent undergarments. Tell a boy if he is being too forward, and if you have to tell him more than once ask him to drive you home--lol, sooo much chivalry in this one, like assuming the boy picked you up at all xD.
In short, I love my grandmother, and our heart-to-hearts make me laugh. She’s just looking out for me I suppose, and giving me a good chuckle along the way.