Sunday, August 12, 2007

Just Mary's Entry

I was reading Mary's entry a few minutes ago and I realized I forgot to tell you some stuff...

Last week during X-Games we were in Carson Ca... well Grampa [I call him Dad even tho he is Sam's Dad] lives in Carson about 5 minutes from X-Games... I would never forgive myself if I didn't go by to say hello and take him to dinner...

Ok stop the story... side trip...

[the reason I would never forgive myself if I didnt go and he passed away is this...  Oh hell I wasnt going to go into this... but...  ugh...  Lisa Jo... I do not know how you do this everyday...pouring your heart out... the good and the bad...

Anyway... the reason is because when I was 14 years old I was suppose to go see my father in Pasadena, while I was at the Rose Parade... [January 1st ] I was having so much fun with my friends I blew it off and didnt go... he died January 9th... My Mother said he died of a broken heart... [heart attack]

Ya... nice... that took me years to get over...

 

now back to my story about Grampa...

It has been a few years since I have been to Grandpa's house because I usually have Candice go get him and bring him down

[remember she was in L.A. in college for 4 years]

so I am driving around looking for familiar streets, and I notice we are in the old part of Gardena... not gang bang Compton but not so nice part of town - which can happen when you get lost in LA... so I say

"Uh...Houston we have a problem... I think we are the only white people in this area"

So Kris says "Uh Ya... we are sticking out like a needle in a haystack"

Kieffer says laughing... "What did you just say Kris?  I dont think we are sticking out like a needle in a haystack...We are sticking out like a red thumb maybe""

I am thinking in my mind... whoa.. why didnt I catch that... if Kieffer hadn't been in the car I never would have caught that.. Maybe I AM a dumb blonde... or  I am getting old...

then I hear...

"or maybe like a whore in church but not a needle in a haystack"

"Kieffer...!"

now they are laughing and it won't stop...

We finally make it to Grampa's house and I say "Now you guys behave!"

we walk up to the door and I knock "Dad its Kendra are you home" I know he is home with his caretaker from Brazil, who Dad loves because she sounds like his Mother from Portugal"

Next thing we hear are locks unlocking... it sounds like he lives in New York and there must be 15 locks on the back of the door!... about a minute goes by...

We all look at each other like "What the Hell?"

 the boys are trying not to laugh, hands over their mouths...

Finally the door opens and Grandpa is a very happy man... almost as happy as the giggling boys I now have!

I turn to shut the front door and see two locks on the back... poor Dad must have been unlocking one and locking the other...

God I love my FIL...

He gets ready and we take him out to dinner...

We are at dinner and our meals come... Kieffer had some cheeseburger and took the tomatoes off..

Grandpa sees this

"Kieffer, your not going to eat those?"

"No Grampa"

"I always get tomatoes on my sandwiches, I love them!"

"I always get tomatoes on mine too... then... I take them off"

[the boys start giggling again]

Grampa laughs with them too... he is a happy man...

He is coming to stay for 5 days this Friday so get ready for the next adventure of Grandpa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ok- slow down sista....now, what's the New york reference suppose to mean? like it's dangerous here ? Like people get robbed and beat up, or wait bad referense on my part.....
now secondly just how "happy" was Grandpa??? I'm reading between the lines here?

Love ya, and you have one week to get here for the reunion.

Anonymous said...

That is too bad someone would tell you that someone died of a broken heart on your account.  That was an awful thing to say.  I'm sure when we all get that age we will cherish all visits by our family.  Older people have so much to teach us.  I wish my Step Father's family would be more interested in seeing him.  His daughter lives only a few miles from us and she rarely comes over.  His son lives in Texas but doesn't call as often as he should.  Anyway, have a good afternoon chickie!

Phil

Anonymous said...

well, i no longer pour my heart out, good or bad. 99% of the truth of my life does not go into my journal anymore.
I think you being told that he died of a broken heart is unbelievably cruel and i am so sorry! It wasnt your fault. Gramps sounds awesome and i KNOW you all had a ball.
love,lj