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The ‘Logan’ Opinion

Hi, I am a former Logan. Technically I’ll always be a Logan, but my husband didn’t marry into my family, I married out of it. Goodbye Logan Luck!

Logan’s are known for a few things….we laugh loudly (and often), we say it like it is, we have a stroke of what’s called ‘Logan Luck,’ and we state our opinions. Whether you want to hear them or not. Most of the females come across as bossy, rude, and/or controlling. When you are raised in a blue-collar family that doesn’t beat around the bush you learn to jump in and take charge and to do it matter-of-factly. Hence the bossy, rude, and controlling features. Notice that I said “most” of the females. There is one of us that is humble, polite and a little on the shy side. The rest of us wish with all our might that we could be her. For real. We tip our loud bossy hats to you, Amos!

The reason I’m telling you this is because I was visited by my late grandmother in a dream a few nights ago. I’m not one of those weirdos (sorry weirdos) that thinks all dreams need an interpretation and our minds are controlled by the stars. But I can tell when something has purpose behind it. I’ll give you a few examples.

My Bon-Bon was the first grandparent I lost. She was my Dad’s mom (a Logan). She left her wedding ring set to me. It’s beautiful. I’ve actually been wearing it lately while my own wedding band is having a diamond replaced. Anyway, right after she passed, my Aunt asked if she could hang onto the ring set for just a little while. Well of course I didn’t mind! It was her mother’s wedding set for Pete’s sake. She could have hung onto it as long as she wanted. Soon after that I had a dream and my Bon-Bon came to visit me. She looked younger. She was still wearing her glasses. She didn’t say anything to me about the rings but she grabbed my wedding ring finger in her hands and rubbed where her ring should have been. I can literally still feel her bony finger rubbing over mine. She had a really confused look on her face as if she knew I didn’t have it. I called to tell my dad about the dream. Soon after that I ended up with the set.

Next I lost my Nanny, my mother’s mom. She died a little over a week before my wedding. I was really close to her. I struggled (and still do) with how my grandpa treated her for years. I kept asking her if I should forgive him….she kept responding with, “He has his own battles.”

Four days ago my husband cut a hole in our living room wall. We want to put a pass-thru there to open up that part of the house. The living room is an addition the former owners built and it’s closed off from the rest of the house. The next night, my Bon-Bon came to me in a dream with an arm full of pattern and color recommendations for our renovation. No kidding.

Dadgum bossy mouthy Logans!

I woke up thinking, “she came all this way to visit me and did nothing but tell me how to coordinate color schemes.” I had a really good laugh about it all. She opened one of those huge wallpaper sample books you see at paint stores and went on to show me that if I had light colored walls and floors that I needed darker colored furniture….and vice versa. She kept pointing me toward some ugly dark green colored furniture. I was being as polite as I could out of respect that it was my Grandmother. But gosh that wallpaper was ugly! And wallpaper?!?! Really? It’s hilarious now that I think back at all she was showing me.

I mean, she couldn’t say, “Good job with the kids,” or, “you spank them too much,” or, “your blog is embarrassing me,” or, “you could lose about 10 more pounds.” Come on! Wallpaper?!

Well, folks…..I have good news and bad news…..apparently, some of our characteristics stick with us once we hit those pearly gates. Bossy, opinionated and everything else.

I love you Bon Bon, but I’m not putting up hunter green with magnolia leaves wallpaper.

Love in the After Life,

Your Mediocre Mom