December 11, 2011

It's A Family Name

December 11, 2011

I have been asked several times about the name of my blog. Pleasantly Demented. I wish I could say I made it up, but alas, no.

It is actually a medical term that doctors use to describe elderly patients with dementia. They are “pleasantly” demented, as opposed to being angry and ornery, tossing their shitty diapers across the room and playing grab-ass with the nurses.

The best way to explain it is to tell the story of Grannymomma, my great-grandmother. You see, Grannymomma had Alzheimer’s disease. And I knew it. She passed away when I was somewhere around 8 or 9 years old, but before then, it was GAME ON.

She’d come to visit fairly often. She was my mother’s grandmother, so she had the tiny gene. Believe it or not, I have a couple distant relatives who are smaller than I am, closer to 4’3”, and if I remember correctly, Grannymomma was one of them. The quintessential “little old lady.” With her little old lady haircut and her handbag and her little elvish grin.

I remember she would sit in the living room of my grandma’s house. I’d run to greet her with a wave and a hug and holler “Heeeey Grannymomma!”

And she’d say, “Well ain’t choo preshus? Now, whose chile are you?”

And I’d say, “I’m Jeanne’s chile. Jeanne’s my momma!”

And she’d say, “Awww…… She was always such a sweet l’il thang.”

And then I’d grin and run out of the room. For about 20 seconds. And then I’d run back in the living room and holler, “Heeeey Grannymomma!”

And she’d say, “Well ain’t choo preshus? Now, whose chile are you?”

And I’d say, “I’m Jeanne’s chile. Jeanne’s my momma!”

And she’d say, “Awww…… She was always such a sweet l’il thang.”

And then I’d grin and run out of the room. For about 20 seconds. And then I’d run back in the living room and say ………..

You see where I’m going with this?  Don't worry.  Alzheimer's runs in my family.  I am sure I will receive just retribution with plenty of interest from some little fucker yet to be born. 

So, anyway... yeah.

Grannymomma was pleasantly demented.

Me?

Not so much.

5 comments:

  1. I'm so glad I put the glass down before I started reading otherwise I'd be cleaning off my monitor. I hope you and I are pleasantly demented in the good old folks home one day.

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  2. We should probably start now and open our own old folks home where instead of playing shuffleboard, we have the "Ensure challege" (kind of like the cinnamon challenge or the Parmalat challenge), a tattooist and piercer on site, and a giant McDonald's ball pit. And a couple times a year, Trent Reznor visits and feeds us pudding. Hmmm.... pudding....

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  3. I love the endearment "Grannymomma".

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  4. Hey you!

    The name of your blog si what initially made me curious. I like how some people are cool with who and what they are, regardless of the rough edges...

    also...we're hooked up for Indie Ink...

    I miss the hell out of you

    Lance

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