When my daughter was expecting the twins she asked me what I wanted them to call me. 
"Well... they will call me GRANDMA, of course!", I said.
You see, one of the consequences of divorce is that extended family thing, and I was twice divorced.  My grandchildren would NOT be calling me Grandma Lynda!  I was the Mommy's Mommy.  The real grandma.  They could be Grandma Debbie, or Grandma Carol.  I am THE Grandma.
What I didn't realize was that she wondered if I wanted to the the Nana.  That's what they called my Mom.  I had my horns up because I was so jealous of my family.  I immediately went there.

When those baby boys were born I was right there in the nursery at the Childbirth Center when they got their first bath and had all the footprints and measurements taken.  The first to bond with them.  I sang Jesus Loves Me to Blake in the rocking chair in my daughter's room before she even got out of recovery.  (C-section delivery).  Every time I came to them I would whisper in their ears, "It's your Grandma, Grandma Grandma", in a singsong voice.  That turned into their calling me Grandma Grandma.  I loved it.  I was the Mommy's Mommy.

Of course the younger ones called me Grandma Grandma, too.  It eventually evolved into GG.

This morning, at the hotel, I walked into the breakfast area and Sydney said "Grandma Grandma!" 

A lady behind us said, "She doesn't look like a grandma!"

I REALLY loved that!

I made it to Missoula.  Those last couple hours of driving are always hard.  There is a reason I get up and move around so much!  When I sit for any length of time I get so stiff and sore I can barely hobble until the old joints get loosened up. 

Shortly after the sun went down I drove through an insect hatch or something.  I had a bizillion bugs splattered on my windshield.  They were sticky and the washer just spread them around.  There were no gas stations in the mountains so I drove the last 50 miles peeking between the splatters. The gas tank was just above E  so the stop was the first station I came to!  The windows are still pretty bad, but my tank is full.

Then I found my motel and hit the sack around midnight.  Up at 6 a.m.  I figure I spent $12 an hour to sleep in their bed, but at least they have a Continental Breakfast and free internet.  I've had my coffee and ready to hit the road again.  I will be in the arms of my family tonight!!  But first I have to take a picture of the buffalo head on the wall above the fireplace.

Yep, I must be in Montana.