WWC: "Three" and "Lean"

Gramps is sick (has been since Thursday), so once again - this is Granny picking up the pieces - (I'm such a good wife)! Please forgive my lack of creativity with the commentary, my skills are with images ... thus ... This week we bring you The Grandaughter featuring:

"Three"



"Lean"



Be sure to wish Gramps "Get Well Wishes" - Granny needs him to get better really soon, The Daughter (aka The Mommy) graduates from HS next week and we are expecting 35-40 people over for a Celebration!

How Do I Love Thee?...

...Let me count the ways.

#47 You surprise me with beer.

The first ever week Granny and I ever spent together, she brought me a beer, and I hadn't even asked for it. That's the moment I began to wonder if she was indeed "the one." She was, of course.

If you've not ever had any Metolius beers, you must make an effort to try some. It is a Portland, OR brewing company, and this is their Dolly Varden India Pale Ale. All of their brews are top notch. So is Granny.

Thanks, dear.

WWC: "Yellow" and "In My Purse/Wallet"

Greetings and welcome to the All Baby Edition of the Weekly Word Challenge. This week's episode is brought to you by Pickled Beef, where our motto is "At least one of us is working." In a stunning development, the words of the week are actual words and not strange, alien symbols. Enjoy as The Granddaughter struts her stuff.

Yellow

In My Purse (Granny's purse, mind you.)

Bonus Photo (The Granddaughter with Granny's new 'Betty Boop' roses.)

That's all there is to share this week, folks. We thank you kindly for joining us and wish you a very happy week wishing you had a grandchild as adorable as this one. And remember to cover your mouth when you cough.

Tap into the Taste of Grampatio

A while back, alert reader LVGurl noticed that Gramps looks suspiciously like the Tapatio guy. It is true that the face on the Tapatio bottle looks oddly Scotch-Irish and not at all Hispanic. One of my colleagues saw the resemblance a few years back and gave me a bottle. It now sits proudly on the bookshelf in my office.

Let's start with a couple of comparison photos. The one on the left is Gramps, and the one on the right is Mr. Tapatio in all his glory.


















I have decided that the Tapatio people ought to hire me to do some extra PR work for them. I could put on a sombrero and fake moustache, and show up at parties and sporting events. What do you think? I'd rather get the Dos Equis job, but I have no resemblance to The Most Interesting Man in the World and, frankly, I'm not very interesting.

Anyway, here's Gramps as the Tapatio man. I think it could work. They could even rename their product "Grampatio."

WWC: "T" and "Not What They Seem"

Greetings and welcome to another super cool edition of the Weekly Word Challenge, brought to you by Pickled Beef, the top name in pig racing since 1973. This week's words are "T" (which, come to think of it, is a letter) and "Not What They Seem" (which is a phrase). Perhaps Tink is a little unclear on the concept.

Nevertheless, Granny, Gramps, The Granddaughter and Xboy went on a mountain retreat this weekend, and we got some frickin' adorable shots to match anything the WWC can throw at us.

T (Here is The Granddaughter with the Teens at the camp. One of those young men is Xboy.)

Not What They Seem (Drink up, little one!)

Bonus Photo #1 (Not our cat. Gramps hates cats.)

Bonus Photo #2 (The Granddaughter is getting ready to grab that cat by the tail. Did we mention that Gramps hates cats?)

We hope you enjoyed this week's WWC. Keep those cards and letters coming with your suggestions, and tune in next week when we'll present a photographic essay describing 15 different ways to skin a cat.

WWC: "K" and "Metal"

Welcome to the Homebrew Edition of the Weekly Word Challenge, brought to you by the Pickled Beef Pub and Brewery. Tink stumped Gramps this week, but Granny came through with flying colors. Her creativity and skill with the camera gave us just the right shots. (But next year, Tink, no letters! Please.)

K (Are those bottle kaps?)

Metal (and lots of it)

Bonus Photo ("The Granddaughter drives hard to the hole...up and in with the left hand...and she's fouled!")

Whew. I'm exhausted. Thanks to Granny, we got this WWC post off in time. Please be sure to join us next week when we'll bring you more photos of the frickin' adorable Granddaughter surrounded by a sea of wine corks and baseball gear. This is Gramps--for Granny and the baby--saying good night, and don't forget to tip the old man.

Lesson Learned: Read the Label and Use the Dictionary

Since Granny and I have an unnatural obsession with The Granddaughter, you might think that she is the only child in our lives. We do have three others living at home: The Daughter (mother of our grandchild), Drama Queen and Xboy.

Yesterday I took Drama Queen to the family doctor to look at a scrape on her middle knuckle that just wasn't healing. After a bit of investigation, the doctor concluded the wound wasn't healing because every time a scab formed, Drama Queen would pick it off. She was under the impression that if she did that, she wouldn't get a scar.

You see, Drama Queen is deathly afraid of scars. She is afraid they will make her less than perfect physically. She is still under the impression that a young woman should strive for physical perfection. I wonder where she got that idea. Do you know where she might have gotten that idea, America's Next Top Model? How about you, Cosmopolitan? You, MTV? Thanks for screwing up my daughter's image of her own body, you jerks.

The doctor had given her some antibiotic cream several weeks ago for the cut, and now he added an antifungal. With the Drama Queen, if two creams are good, three are better. She found a third one in her bathroom that promised to shrink tissue (scar tissue, perhaps?) and provide relief from itching, burning and discomfort. So, in an attempt to remove the offending scars, she rubbed the stuff on her knuckles, and up and down her arms and legs to remove all the residual scars that a young person accumulates over the course 16 years.

She emerged in the living room and Granny said, "What the hell is that smell?"

"My cream."

"What cream?"

"This," she said, and handed the tube to Granny.

The Drama Queen doesn't particularly like school. She detests reading. Therefore, she didn't carefully read the words on that tube of ointment she had just slathered all over her body. But even if she had, it is possible she would not have known what "hemorrhoidal ointment" is really for.

She does now.

I think that when it is time for my speech at her wedding, I'm gonna tell that story.