Hip or hip replacement?

My grandmother came to Florida on a recent visit, and I realized that she is really a cool person. I've always seen her through the eyes of an adolescent, as a matronly woman with a tendency to be in her robe and nodding off in front of the television at 8:00PM. She bakes, she uses the word sharp to indicate that someone dresses well, and has had the same wallpaper in her house since I was a kid. She mows her lawn like a fiend, and is the bane of a fallen leaf's existence when autumn comes around. She pronounces a light tan color with a hard g. She's my grandma.

This visit, she seemed different. She sassed, she danced to Lady Gaga, and she made snide remarks during the many Ohio State sporting events that she viewed while at our house. We were discussing an ex-boyfriend of mine, and she said that if she ever met him she'd tell him to eat worms. We went to church for Christmas Eve service, and the air conditioning kept blowing out the advent candles. Grandma thought it was amusing, and closed her eyes while trying to hold back laughter. When a lady dropped the porcelain baby Jesus two times, she laughed out loud. It was a side of her that I had never seen, even in the 3 years I lived up north and would drive two hours to spend the weekend with her.

This morning she called me at work. She was calling to see how my show went this weekend, to complain that my mom hadn't called her yesterday, and to tell me that her aunts nephew just signed a country music record deal in Nashville. She then went on to say, " I went on the youtube and listened to his music." Adorable. I mentioned that a review had come out on the show I am in, and she, without missing a beat, said, "Send me the link and I'll find it on the internet."

No more do I see my Nancy as the stereotype of a grandmother who lives for her grandchildren. She is an active, funny woman who plays bunko, goes to water aerobics at the YMCA, and has a social life. And knows how to Google. I'm so proud.