February 18, 2013

• A Little Gloating Going On

  Oh yeah.  Why? Well, let me give you a little back story.  Danny and I have a friend named Jerry; we have been friends with him for years.  His wife, who we loved dearly, passed away about four years ago.  Last year Jerry met a woman named Joan and they have become a couple.  I don’t like Joan, plain and simple.  She is loud, bossy, rude and generally unlikable; but Jerry seems happy with her, so we tolerate her..barely.

  For the past year, I have had to listen to Joan brag about her 13 year-old granddaughter, whose beauty and talent is unsurpassed (according to Joan).  Now, I have a 13 year-old granddaughter, Elizabeth.  I am a proud grandmother, but I don’t flash pictures of my girl and exclaim on how she is the prettiest child alive.  Joan does.  I don’t claim that my granddaughter will be a star because she appeared in a school musical (once)  and I won’t flash the pictures that a professional photographer took to promote the event.  Joan does.  I don’t force people to listen to me brag for hours on end about her glorious granddaughter.  Joan does.  She gloats.

  Now, for those of you who don’t know what gloating is, I’ll fill you in.  According to my pal Wikipedia, it’s to exhibit a conspicuous sense of self-satisfaction, often at an adversary’s misfortune.  In my book, it means shoveling crap and rubbing it In Your Face!

  I understand taking pride in the accomplishments of your grandchildren.  I get that..but to have to sit and listen to this woman go on and on and on gets tedious.  Now, you might think this is all sour grapes on my part but I would have to beg to differ with you.

  Elizabeth has her own share of accomplishments, but I don’t yell about them from the rooftops.  If you ask me if I have a picture of her, I’ll show you the latest school photo.  I won’t carry a folder with the professional shots taken of her, I keep those at home on the walls.  I might mention that she won 3rd place in the town’s singing contest and quietly slide the newspaper with her picture on the front across the table for you to see.  I might complain of all the traveling I have to do to see my granddaughter sing at different venues in and outside of town.  And I might talk about her latest straight A report card and let you know that she’s been in accelerated learning classes since 1st grade.  But, I never gloat.

  Well,  the gloves are coming off.  I’ve got the right ammunition now to shoot Joan’s constant bragging down and bring her to her knees.  I’m gonna gloat and I’m gonna gloat big time.  How?

  This is how…may I HUMBLY present my granddaughter, Elizabeth An D’Amico, shown here on the COVER of the March Issue of the Harbor Style Magazine.

  

  TAKE THAT, JOAN!

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