Hey, check out this picture of my daughter, Courtney. I stole it from her Facebook page.
Doesn’t she look gorgeous? Simply gorgeous, I say!
We still don’t know if Baby Rice is a girl or boy, and Courtney and John have not shared the names they’ve selected, which I think is smart. Sometimes you tell people the name you picked out and they react with a face that looks like they just had a throw-up burp. Then, of course, they have to tell you the name they love, as if you give a crap. Nope, best to keep that info to yourself.
I can’t wait to see this kid, whatever it is and whatever it’ll be named. One thing’s for sure: since Court’s a tad over 5’10” and John’s about 6’2”, there will be one long and lean new person roaming this earth.
You know what’s weird? I was a young mother (two kids at 21) and became a grandmother at a young age, too—I was 41 when Connor was born. But I’ll be 52 when Baby Rice comes along; that’s totally old enough to be a grandmother.
Wow, I’m going to be just a regular old granny.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I was back at the Pioneer Saloon again last Sunday; this time raising hell with two bikers and an ex-Chippendale dancer.
Just a little something to tell my new grandchild…