Today was Launa's last day of pre-k! It was a 1/2 day so I picked her up at 12. For the award ceremony, she won the award for being kindest! I can't tell you how proud that makes me! I think at the Christian school I used to work for they would have called that the Timothy award. :)
Anyway, we stopped at the store after school so I could get lunch and a couple of other things for dinner. Afterwards, while we were driving home (well, I was driving, Launa was sitting in the back seat) I was listening to Limbaugh. Launa calls from the back seat, "Mom, will you please call the man on the radio and tell him to leave and go home?" I asked her why I should do that, and she told me, "Because I don't like to listen to him." *sigh* I'm raising a couple of Liberals. Where did I go wrong? Actually, I had to laugh, and I changed the channel. Love that silly girl.
Monday, May 3, 2010
That story reminded me of another one from when I visited them in 2000. My grampa took me to church one Sunday when I was over, and he parked in front of this older looking building, that looked a little like a storefront with no windows. We got out and he gestured to the door on the building and said, "Okay Mary, that's where we're going."
I read the door: "Church of Scientology, Mission of Buenaventura"
I turned right around and started to get back in the car while exclaiming, "GRAMPA!!! We can't go in there!!"
He started to laugh and pointed across the street to the big Lutheran church and said, "Nah, I'm just kidding. We're going there."
You know, he had a sick sense of humor.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
There's this great story about my grampa that I was going to be sure to mention when I wrote about him, and I just now remembered that I had forgotten it! Here it is:
When I was 18 years old, I went to visit my grandparents in Ventura, CA. That was in the Fall of 2000. While I was there, they were filming to movie Swordfish in downtown Ventura, and my grampa thought it would be a special treat to take me over there to watch some of it. So we went.
Grampa parks the car, and leads me down to where the filming is taking place.
He walks past the barricade and continues to walk down the street.
Past the actors dressed in SWAT gear on a tank, past the people running the opposite direction down the sidewalk.
I'm tip-toeing behind him whispering, "Grampa, I'm not sure we should be back here!"
Suddenly, the director is shouting over the loudspeaker, "EVERYONE WHO IS NOT IN THE MOVIE GET ON THAT SIDE OF THE STREET!!!!"
LOL! Yeah, he was yelling at us! I was SO embarrassed, but I didn't want to ruin Grampa's chance of watching the filming, so I sucked it up and we went across the street to the crowd behind the barricade and tried to watch, but there was nothing interesting happening and we finally got to leave.
You know, at the time I thought he was just being oblivious, but now I wonder if he was trying to photo-bomb the movie. That would have been awesome!
That is the story of how my grampa and I almost became movie stars!