Grandma Great

Today marks the seventh anniversary of the day my great grandmother passed away.  Most people don't have a chance to meet their great-grandparents, let alone develop any kind of relationship with them.  But as a youngster, I'd spend several weeks during the summer in Lafayette, Indiana with the Lynches.

Opal Lee and I shared many happy memories.  She introduced me to the delightful world of General Hospital.  At Easter, we'd color goose eggs.  She taught me to sew and quilt.  And she gave the best hugs. Her doting and regal nature perfectly epitomized the role of matriarch.  She demonstrated what it is to be half of a loving, lasting marriage.

I know she's looking down on those of us still here - her 4 kids, 11 grandkids, and 11 great-grands.  Miss you, Grandma Great.

Bros Before Hoes?

Baby Brother and I have a very unique relationship.  One of the things we're great at is offering sound advice.  Often times, we'll apply to one another in order to better understand the opposite sex.  Needless to say,  the topics of relationships and dating arise. 

Recently, Rose and I were discussing a predicament she'd gotten herself into where men are concerned ... well, the most recent predicament.  She has a thing for two guys who are friends and isn't sure how to handle it.  Since Baby Brother asked me earlier this month to have all my friends review the draft of his Match profile, I figured it was time for him to return the favor and help Rose out.  (And who knows when his insight might be useful to me in the future.)

After explaining the situation to him, this was his counsel: "Males on the prowl put little before their urge to mate.  'Bros before hoes' only goes so far."

Not exactly sure that gave Rose much to work with but it sounds like wily women could could profit from that knowledge.  Regardless, Baby Brother and I are a bro and a ho who look out for each other.  Except I'm not a ho.