Tiger, Rocco and a Birdie

Yesterday Binny and I were driving to school to pick up Mae and all of a sudden Binny heard the name Rocco on the radio (We were listening to Fresh Air and the guest was an author hawking a book about the showdown between Rocco Mediate and Tiger Woods at the 2008 US Open.) and said...

"Mom, that man just said Rocco."

Oh, he's talking about a person by the name of Rocco.

"Not our dog?"

No, honey.

"Oh... Tiger! now he said Tiger!"

That's the name of another man, another golfer playing against Rocco.

"So they aren't animals?"

No, they're golfers, people golfers.

"Now he said birdie. Who is that?"

What Grandma Dee Thinks Of Dancing With The Stars

My grandmother just called to check in on Mae, and after the crap day we had, this was just the conversation I needed.

"Have you ever watched that Dancing With the Stars program?"

I have, but not this season.

"Good Lord! You know they don't even dance to the music. They were just doing a waltz, but that was like no waltz I've ever seen. It's more like aerobics than dancing. They were shaking and jumping around like a bunch of monkeys. And those outfits! Well, this gal at least was a little covered up but most of them have their boobs and every other part hanging out. Forget it!"

Grandma, you made my day!