D-Dun-D-D-Pod-Podcast and oh boy is it? Nick is still in Dubai. He's been gone for like a month and I've been left to do the whole podcast by myself and this is

actually my second go-around. I recorded a episode yesterday with my friend

Daniel and I it was too it was too terrible it was too terrible

so I'm gonna give it another go today I am gonna be reading I was homeschooled so I'm not very good at reading out loud.

You don't really have to do that in homeschool. But when Nick gets back we definitely I'm

definitely going to take him out to dinner and I'm I have a huge appreciation for him

because this could not it wouldn't happen without him I I wish I could

change the name of the podcast because he man he is important

all right guys so I'm gonna break the story up into several little parts so it's

easy for me to chew but let's get into it.

Fran and Jock posted by Bayou Panipanaceous.

I was a last in a long line of grandkids on both sides of the family. No one ever said much but I'm pretty sure I was an oops baby, the result of too many glasses of wine and a couple 44s who thought

unplanned pregnancies were for teens. Oops. By the time I came along, both of my

grandparents had already passed away and my grandfathers were elderly and lived in different states.

Trying to coordinate travel plans for a family of five, including an infant, was very difficult on a budget, and neither of my grandparents

were up to frequent trips. So, still, both of my parents wanted me to have a relationship with them.

So we trade phone calls and they couldn't hear me.

They would talk about nonsensical Babel.

They write me letters for my mom and dad to read to me and they'd get

crayon scrubles in return. When I was three they both started to experience

declining health. First my maternal grandpa,

then my paternal one. Fearing the worst, my mom purchased a pair of

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