Let’s play a word association game.  I’ll give you a word and you tell me the first word or image that pops into your mind. Remember, the first word or image that pops into your mind – don’t ponder, don’t reflect.

Okay…are you ready?  Here’s the word:
Nana.

What was the first word or image you came up with?  Here’s the image that springs into my mind.  A plump, happy, kindly granny with a bun. That is what the word Nana conjures up for me.

Now, to all you Nanas out there who are taking offense – don’t write me.  I am not saying you look like this, I am just saying that this is the image that immediately comes to my mind when I hear the word Nana.

Mike thinks I should embrace being a Nana and let go of my preferred label of Glamma.  Uhhh…no.  I cannot be a Nana.  Cannot, cannot, cannot!!!  I don’t identify with that image and I don’t want to either (again, all due respect to Nanas everywhere – my goal is not to insult you or your aprons).

So you can call me many things world, but Nana isn’t one of them.  I will stick with Glamma and the image association that goes with that – which is the image I see every morning in the mirror.    I can live with that. 😉

Day one thousand and sixty-seven of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C