Thursday, January 20, 2011

Meet a future American Idol star. Yes, he just happens to be our grandson.
Three years old. All-American boy through and through. He has three older sisters, but somehow has managed to escape the fingernail polish, lip gloss, hair ribbons and girly stuff. He loves every sport he's heard about--plays hockey (in the living room), baseball, basketball. He'd wear his helmet to bed if Mom would let him. He's all about Spiderman and lately enjoying the Incredible Hulk. He loves the rough and tumble side of life . . . . and he can sing like an angel. :-)
I know, I know, I sound like a doting Grandma (Nanny is what they call me), and I am, but you just have to go to this link and hear the sweetest little rendition of Twinkle Star. I can't help it. It melts me down to my toes.
http://glee.smule.com/song/solo/304702
So that's my post today. I had to share this with you. Feel free to brag about your own children/grandkids here today. I'm dubbing this the official BRAG ON YOUR FAMILY DAY! :-)
And thanks for letting me share--it's what Grandmas do best, right, C?
Labels: American Idol, baseball, basketball, Glee, hockey
Diann Hunt
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

(Me in the Glee Club -- Second Row, Second from Right)
Glee
So on my other blog, my readers have been telling me, "You have to watch 'Glee'." The last thing I needed in my life was something else to watch. In fact, my mother asked me not to get her watching anymore shows. (But I did make her watch "Glee" with me, and I think she'll have room for one more.)
One of my favorite things to do is see plays and musicals. Glee is like getting that every week on television. Granted, there are some storylines that resemble the desperate housewives, but the music...oh my gosh, it's fabulous. Broadway reworkings of old favorites by Queen, Journey even my favorite song from "Les Miserables" -- all of these songs were already on my iPod, but now I have the Glee version. It makes me happy. It makes me feel like I just left San Francisco's theater district, and I don't have to cut anyone off to get across Market Street. Happy music, happy life. What music makes you happy?
Labels: Glee