2nd Quarter: Down in Dover and Never Forgetting New Jersey

My Grandma is a BUSY BODY! Everyone who knows my Grandma will tell you the same thing. Love her DEARLY though. So her and her boyfriend (naw, it's not like that! She's been with homeboy for a couple of years. The only reason why she doesn't marry him is because "the nigga is broke and how do I look losing all my military benefits if it doesn't work out? I just pray for God to look upon us as a married couple" Gotta love her right?) meets me at the train station, and she's talking a mile-a-minute. If I were to type up the dialogue, it would consist of question marks (in which I would respond with a simple yes or no) and commas (for the run on sentences) That was fine though because I already knew what to expect and she was excited to get me up there by myself. So we chatted it up that night and I got settled in for the night because a sista gurl was tired. Hell, I was up at 6:30! Everybody knows that I don't get up before damn 10:00. That being said I was looking forward to sleeping in.

Haha. My Grandma always talk about how her boyfriend (Pop Bill we call him) hums all the time for no particular reason. I believe her exact words were "the nigga hums and I would understand if it was a tune but he does it all the time. Even when he EATS! What kind of INSANE person HUMS while they EAT?" I've heard him hum before- really thought nothing of it. But DAMMIT- when you're tryin to get that last lil bit of sleep (you know when you turn over for that last time) and all you hear is "HMM HMMMMM HM HMMM HMMMMM HM" it's kinda hard to go back to sleep- even if it is only 8 in the damn morning. So I thought- aww hell, I can't go back to sleep now. Might as well start this day. We- Grandma and I- have a very ambitious schedule ahead of us. First off, we'll be doing what we do best- shopping- then heading up to Jersey to visit my Mommy Jean and Aunt Ruth. Afterwards going to the casino to do some gambling. So I get a CUUUUUTE coat from Old Navy- gorgeous I tell ya and I have the perfect brown boots to wear with it- and a couple of shirts from different stores and the next book in my Stephanie Plum series so I can have something to read on the train back.

Now we're on the way to Jersey. From Dover, De to Willingboro,NJ- it's about an hour and a half. Riding in the car with Grandma, I can see where I get SOME of my driving habits. But one thing I don't do is push brakes on the highway- unless it's heavy traffic. Tell my why Grandma is whipping the new Honda Accord and won't let that baby coast? She looks down and she's like "Oh shit- I didn't know I was going that fast" and she hits the brakes a couple o' times to get the speed to the speed limit. If I was driving, it would've been a lil different. "Oh shit- I didn't know I was going that fast" *looks around to make sure coppers aren't around and continue to coast*  Before long we're in Willingboro, the city of my birth. *sighs* Lots of memories.... I moved from Willingboro to Columbus, GA when I was 4. Then from Columbus to Easton, MD  within a couple of months. Even though I moved from Willingboro at a young age- I remembered a lot of the landmarks and houses from visits at an older age. The last time I was there was probably when I was about 11? And i'm 23 now? Yeah. I remembered it being mostly suburban but now it looks kinda run down. Not like 'projects rundown' but a couple of vacant stores and lots, and some shops goin out of business.

But anywho, Mommy Jean is my grandmother on my mom's side and she still lives in the same house on Babcock Lane. She's a Jehovah Witness and has a very dry personality. We had lunch and watched Miss Congeniality (I don't care what you think- Sandra Bullock is my CHICK!) and talked about the family and before long it was time for me to go. I didn't get to see Aunt Ruth because she was working- bummer- but we went back to Dover to the casino and I won a whopping $27. Personally, I don't get gambling. I'm sorry but I can't see sitting there for hours- not even 30 minutes- putting money into machines and not getting a damn thing out of it. I want to SEE where my money is going. Hot fudge sundae, lipgloss, a fresh wash n set, manicure, clothes- I can see and other people can see where that money is going. My goodness.  But I had a good time nonetheless.  Next up on the 3rd Quarter iss Eating Thanksgiving Dinner in Easton

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