The First of Many

Following the long-standing tradition, my grandma was named after me. Yes, that's correct. SHE was named after ME. Now that you've just wasted five seconds of my life that I will never get back, having to explain that to you, let me continue.

"Gram" (aka G-town, Gram-Gram, Gramsie, Gizzle, etc.) is some magical, god-like, awesome sort of super-creature that stalks the Earth, spreading her wisdom through phrases like "crotchety" and "he means well."

In this segment, I'd like to introduce you to Gram through her mastery of "The Robot."

One of my cousins got married two Septembers ago, and my mom, brother and Gram flew out here from NY. Well, as was his duty, my brosef took it upon himself to teach Gram the Robot in preparation for the wedding, and to practice at every opportune moment (in the airport, on the plane, etc.). For example, Gram's mastery of skill was tested whenever Nick would say "ROBOT!" As is evident from this picture:


Apparently, her infinite wisdom requires most of her brainspace, so Gram only did one dance at the wedding - the Robot. ONLY THE ROBOT. Here's a picture:






Notice the look of complete concentration on her face. It's the only true way the Robot can be done.

Also seen is the unadulterated reverence that the rest of the wedding-goers had for "The Robot Queen."








But it only gets better. This past Christmas, when I visited NY, Gram was DANCEHAPPY. But who isn't these days? What with their Lady Googoos and their Jonas Sisters. As such, it was necessary to document the occasion:



Sorry for the weird sideways/upsidedownness. My camera switches views when I flip it and I was simply thunderstruck at the pure prowess and sheer determination with which the Robot was being manifested.

Again, the dancehappiness arose during Christmas Eve dinner:



Don't fail to notice Gram's own "remix" of The Robot where she bots it up in slow motion.


Alas, have no fear my fine furry friends! There surely will be more of the Gram to follow! Stay tuned!