So they call grandma, and grandma says, My pan was too small!

Like you, two of the most important persons in my life are women my Ah Ma (paternal grandma) and my Mom.

Grandma was chatting with a neighbor woman in the house.

And as grandma bot, she can now play, really play, with my sons, with her grandsons, in the real world with his real toys.

Grandma went to the market to buy food for the family.

We haven't been able to find out anything about Grandma and Grandpa.

And then, when she closed the door, Grandma said, No, no, no, no.

But I have to tell you, I have my youngest granddaughter, when she turned seven last year, said to her mother, my daughter, So what's the big deal about Grandma Maddie being Secretary of State?

Traveling Mama offers a slightly humorous perspective in a post entitled Advice for Grandma

I ran to the house and told grandmother, Grandma, get the hen in, a rainstorm is coming!

My mother and father had been saving money for years to be able to buy that machine, and the first day it was going to be used, even Grandma was invited to see the machine.

Another blogger, Ma3t , chose to honor her late grandma by writing about her struggle with education in Egypt from 1944 to 1948.

Grandma It's somebody's birthday today Somebody's birthday today The candles are lighted on somebody's cake And we're all invited for somebody's sake You're 21 years old today.

Yahweh is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.

My archive 175 films, my 16 millimeter negative, all my books, my dad's books, my photographs.

because Abraham obeyed my voice, and kept my requirements, my commandments, my statutes, and my laws.

Because that Abraham obeyed my voice, and kept my charge, my commandments, my statutes, and my laws.

The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer my God, my strength, in whom I will trust my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

E Oh, my God! My God! My God!

my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge who subdues my people under me.

My goodness, and my fortress my high tower, and my deliverer my shield, and he in whom I trust who subdueth my people under me.

I am revisiting my country, my past, my childhood.

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved

I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse I have gathered my myrrh with my spice I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey I have drunk my wine with my milk eat, O friends drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

Understanding my own self, understanding my own pain, my own isolation, was my greatest teacher.

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.

You know my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor. My adversaries are all before you.

My Body, My Capital?

Consider my affliction and my travail. Forgive all my sins.

Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore and my kinsmen stand afar off.

For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

Stir up thyself, and awake to my judgment, even unto my cause, my God and my Lord.

My son, keep my words. Lay up my commandments within you.

I sleep, but my heart waketh it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

My sister resembles my grandmother.

My father loves my mother.

My mother took my temperature.

My mother took my temperature.

My sister resembles my mother.

My friends are my family.

My friends are my family.

In Dubai, UAE, Iyad El Baghdadi complains Iyad_elbaghdadi God there's dust everywhere, in my eyes, in my nose, on my desk, between my fingers, in my glass, on my keyboard.

God, my rock, in him I will take refuge my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge. My savior, you save me from violence.