Nanna Boo Who, Guess who’s here. Oh My God. Get on in here!   Let Nanna’s age-old eyes peep at you. I can’t believe what a fine young lady you have become. My Grand-baby has really shot up from a string bean to a luscious young sweet potato. Nanna Boo Who isn’t that supposed to be OMG! No, whose writing this story. Okay! What brings you to my neck of the hood. Nanna, can’t you say the neck of your woods? Nanna could say a lot of things but the last time I did your mother got a whiff of what Mr. Roger’s taught in his neighborhood when he got pissed off.  Don’t you go saying the word pissed off to your MaMa? Grandma! Oh, Lawd! What did I say wrong? What did I forget? Whenever you call me out as Grandma instead of Nanna Boo Who something has gone south. Did you forget my birthday?  Child If Nanna forgets anything it would not be your birthday. I forgot my WordPress password and the support was wonderful. It has been so long since I had a new password. Thank You, WordPress! 🙂 Give Credit Where Credit is Due.

I went to your favorite website, Etsy.com to buy you a gift. As you say, “Dare to be different and Dare to own it.” Who taught me that? The one and only Nanna Boo Who. I would have loved if you baked my favorite German Chocolate Cake. Well, I did better than that. I ordered you a cake from Dean and Deluca. Nanna, you are all over the grid. Sho-Nuff!  I would have gotten the cake from Yummly.com but they were fresh out. Baby girl  I really appreciate you standing there with those big pretty hazel eyes and saying to Nanna, “It would taste better if you baked it.”  First, Nanna Boo Who there will be more TIME for your days to get things done that you need to get done. Second, I’m so glad and proud I can come over here and talk to you about things that are happening in my life.  Third, Nanna Boo Who, thank you for teaching me the Ist, 2nd, and 3rd rule to help organize my thoughts. The greatest gift shared is you accepting me and still being able to communicate with me as if you were my age. 🙂 Nope! Nope! I don’t want to be that age again.

So my Grand-baby is Sweet Sixteen. Girl, you are getting old. Step up here and give me a big hug and kiss. What do those little ears and big mind want to learn today? Nanna Boo Who,  what is your spin on the song Wind Beneath My Wings?  I never did like that song. Maybe I got the wrong meaning but that song rubs me the wrong way. As women growing up we weren’t taught to dream or nurture the thoughts of our ambitions.  Nanna, I thought you were going to say back in the day. No, I like being in the day, with the moment being now, and moving FORWARD.  I really hate those Uncle Lawrence stories. This is a new era and I want to see my granddaughter stand on her own two feet and not be under someones D*** wing. Sorry about that baby girl. That was a slip of the lip. Now when you go home make sure you don’t trip and use that word because your MaMa will flip the script.

There’s no boogeyman in the closet.  You can dream and shoot for becoming the next female President. You can become Lady Braveheart of Massachusetts like Senator Elizabeth Warren, or First Lady Michelle Obama (Queen Guinevere of 2016) who took her husband place when he leaves office. What a dream!  There are so many doors opening and the struggle has been horrendous for women. Baby-girl it is so many women out there who are Stumping and Trumping the yard with such greatness. Grandma, you forgot that I don’t dream. No, I didn’t. There is no need to call Iyanla Vanzant to fix your life.  How will I work around imagining my greatness?  The same way we have always worked with your unique abilities. We will point it out, pour on the concrete ideas. It gets even better. We will StumbleUpon new ideas, FaceBook it to your friends. I don’t have many friends. It is a new day of communication and being on the Grid will help.  If you are not comfortable, there is a way to monitor any strange comment by blocking or de-friending.  Also, clean out your profile. Tweet out your ideas or face-off with SnapChap. We can build the biggest collage of your dreams on Pinterest and Instagram.  Apple laid the groundwork for a new way of educating children/adults.  You know Nanna Boo Who got your back. I must continue to keep up so I can leave the doors of communication open. Nanna Boo Who thank you for continuing to learn and grow with me. I see your white hair but I can’t ever see you growing old. That is what modern technology does for the soul.

Baby girl we have a contender who thinks he is Julius Caesar. We all know how that history lesson ended. Someone needs to Tweet to this guy and tell him he is not the dressing on the salad.  Mr. Cesspool of Intentional Behaviors is straight up berserk for ever thinking he can become the President of the United States. This is his dream but for his constituents, it is a real nightmare.  He Tweets all the time. Just think of all the people under the wing of this guy. Concretely he would rule all, incarcerate common sense, banish dreams and reasonable ideas forever. Maybe I got the song Wind Beneath My Wings Wrong. For you, on your birthday I always want you to DREAM the way we have taught you using all the tools available to help you become successful. Grandma never wants you to become the backup generator for another person dreams.  Grandma doesn’t play that energize bunny Sh**. You are allowed to have and be motivated by your own dreams concretely or not.  Society tends to crush dreams and want people to settle for mediocre things. As long as you have breath in your body you will play more than one role in life.  Speaking of Wings, Nanna Boo Who did throw down your favorite dish. Guess! By the way, I did not forget the Louisiana Hot sauce. Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!