The following is a compilation of three previously posted blogs.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Here is a photo of my trip yesterday.
It occurred in only a minute and it happened so far inland that people will not believe it was actually a monsoon. After all, I am nowhere near the Indian Ocean or southwest India or southern Asia.
I was standing under the canopy of a restaurant pushing one of my granddaughters into the truck so I could climb over her to sit in between her and one of my grandsons in the back seat. In that one minute, the bottoms of my jeans were soaked with rain. Remember, I was under a canopy. But the rain was blowing horizontally and at such a horrific rate of speed, it took only seconds before I was completely soaked.
On the way home my son-in-law found it difficult to keep the truck on the road. I have to hand it to him, though, I think I too would find it difficult to study and drive at the same time DURING A WIND STORM. My daughter was sleeping in the passenger seat after we noticed an upright truck with an upside down trailer sitting in the ditch. I gripped my imaginary steering wheel and pretended we were in nirvana.
Prior to our arrival, though, on the way TO meet my other daughter and my daughter-in-law, my youngest daughter drove so that her husband could study without driving. Their son, who was sitting next to me in the back seat, was crying for his mommy. He wanted her to hold him. Grandma doesn’t exist when Mommy is around. Mommy comes first. But when my daughter turned around to comfort her son, a thousand cars stopped in front of her and we had to come to a halting screech. That was when my granddaughter leaned over to me to say that (even though at first it scared her) it was “a tiny bit fun.”
I’m sure memories of Disneyland rides were still fresh in her mind from a couple of weeks ago.
When I arrived home, the daughter we met at the restaurant told me that three tornadoes were sighted while we were standing outside the restaurant and that people at the local mall had to vacate the stores and stand in the middle of the mall while they waited for the weather to pass.
We didn’t know about the warnings, so we drove home through tornado/hurricane and monsoon-type conditions. See actual photo above. It was exhilarating!
P.S. I tend to exaggerate.
Wanna Be My Friend
Thursday, July 9, 2009
While visiting my son and his family this past week, I spent some time at their local park with my grandchildren. My grandson, Kaden, whenever he saw somebody he thought would make a great buddy, would say, “Wanna be my friend? I’m 4. I’m Kaden.”
As you might expect, he never lacked for friends. One day, as he went through his introduction, one little boy responded, “I’m 6. My name is Clark Kent.”
How appropriate, I thought. Of all the characters on the planet, or in that case, the Daily Planet, what better choice than a Superman character for my grandson to know! Kaden’s daddy, a Superman/Smallville fan, would be proud to know his son was a friend of Clark Kent’s.
Clark Kent’s mom put her youngest son in the swing next to my other grandson, Zac, and we talked. I told her about how her son had introduced himself as Clark Kent. Guess what? That’s his real name. Mom drew the line though, when her husband wanted to name his baby brother aLEXander, though. You can take being a fan only so far.
Little Miss Contest
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Even though once upon a time, I was in one, I don’t particularly care for them now. I’m talking about beauty pageants.
Why? Because I believe they’re rigged.
Why? Because the one I was in was rigged. And because the one my granddaughter was in this morning was probably rigged as well.
I say that because the one I was in (half a century ago) was completely political. The ONLY reason I was in it was because my mother thought that by entering me, she would be building my self esteem.
I was terrified.
When the finalists were called, as the judges sat in front of the onlookers, a lone voice called out from the back of the room to tell the judges they missed one. He then named the contestant the judges missed, which was interesting considering all the judging was done right in front of us and he had nothing to do with the judging. Well lo and behold, guess who won that contest? Yep, her, the named one. (I was third runner-up.)
Well, in the contest that was held this morning, my little granddaughter’s parents didn’t enter her in EVERY portion of the contest the pageant offered. So she didn’t win “prettiest smile,” because only the people who paid $30 could participate in that part of the contest. She also didn’t win “best personality” because my daughter and son-in-law didn’t put an extra $30 in for her to win that portion of the contest.
Nor did my granddaughter win “prettiest hair” or “prettiest attire” because her parents paid only the $45 entry fee. Since everybody else in her age group paid for their children to enter every category, everybody but my granddaughter won and my granddaughter came in last place.
I know I’m the prejudiced grandparent, but come on! Look at her. Isn’t she beautiful? I told her that next time she wanted to enter a beauty pageant, Grandma would help her with the talent portion, just like the Grandpa helped Olive in the movie, “Little Miss Sunshine.” I can’t wait!
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