23.4.07

Dad, this one's for you...

So, my dad found out about my last blog about Steven... And he got kind of jealous. So dad... This one's for you.. Too bad it's not going to be solely about you though. No, it's about my family background.

Before you think that I'm the weird one in the family, just know that all this randomness goes back to all four of my grandparents.

Let us start on my father's side.

My grandma is 4'11", but don't ever try messing with her because she'll either get you with her quick wit or she'll shove you up against the wall, shake her finger, and say "Don't you ever do that to me again young man (lady)!" Once she says that to you, or you witness it happening to someone else, you won't ever try it again. Just because you're bigger than her does not mean she still can't take you down. I'd like to think I got her feisty side.

My grandpa is 6', he live in Arizona, and he sure can tell a story. Most of his stories aren't true, but they're funny. It's to the point now that I'm not really sure which stories are true anymore, but they're all great. He can carry on a story for the longest time and if you didn't know him, you'd think he was telling the truth... maybe he is... Well, he passed that one down to me too, I can make up random stories on the spot pretty well too.. not like him, but I'm getting there.

Now for my dad, he makes up stories and messes with you, unless you're my grandma, and knows how to deal with us feisty women pretty well. We're kind of alike I guess....

Over on my mother's side, which just happens to be on the left, we've got my grandma and grandpa. Those two are crazy enough that we don't even need to begin to go into how crazy that side of my family is.

Anyways, my grandpa, who passed away a few years go, was halarious. He was always being such a smart aleck. I think he's the one that passed it onto my mother eventhough he always accused her of being the "smart aleck kid". He was a terrible driver and irony filled his life. Irony such as: The back liscence plate of the moter home he had read "CRSH" or, as we like to say, crash... we thought it was ironic seeing as how he was always running into things. Also, my grandpa was an electrician and yet, in his office, hung a single lightbulb from a wire. No fiture, just the wire and the lightbulb. My mom always chimed in about that one.

My grandma has mellowed down through the years, but from what I hear she was a regular outside the box kind of girl. There's this story that I was told about my grandma a while ago that brought me to this conclusion and made me realize we're more alike than I though. Well, one sunday my grandma and grandpa were going to church. They decided to visit this church where is was only appropriate to wear long skirts or dresses and no makeup. So what does my grandma do you ask? Oh yes, she walks into church in her petal pushers and bright red lipstick looking like Lucielle Ball. Apparently she caused a stir. And I thought I was the first one in the family to offend religious people. Who knew that my grandma was the first... at least to my knowledge.

Now, if you know my mom, you understand that I'm kind of like her clone, just younger. We look that same, act the same, use the same handmotions when we're saying the same words. We've got the same sounding voice, and we don't even have to finish two-thirds of our sentances to understand what the other is saying, leaving my dad just sitting there for a few moments until it processes that we didn't say one complete sentance in the whole conversation and that he has no idea what we're talking about. I love my family.

So there you go, if you ever wondered where all my craziness came from, it was those guys. My crazy grandparents, forever keeping me entertained with stories, wit, and, every so often, a good, brutal beat down.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

:) I love you Emily... ha and your petal pushin grandma...

Unknown said...

don't care what you say Emily - you come from darn good stock - feisty and crazy as they are, I love every one of you!!

good job encapsulating all of them though...

how about one for Jarod now?

a woman who is said...

lol and big cheesy grin

Emancipation of the Freed said...

Ah... well said, you know a tree by it's fruit, when it comes to your family, I love both the tree and the fruit. You're awesome!

Z

Nadine said...

You're great Emily and I everyone of your family is wonderful. You know I love your grandma that I know the short fiesty one. Great stories, great parents, great kid. Hum not surprising.

Freedom Fighter said...

I still count it as joy that I got to know your great grandma. She was a tiny woman but a great prayer warrior. One day she told me that every morning she prayed for her entire family. Then she looked at me and told me, "I pray for yours too, David." My family was on her prayer list! I knew that was big.

Jessica said...

I love this.

Emily, you have the best of all of them.

:)

Jourdan said...

haha, you rock emily!

redeemed diva said...

I like your blog and your writing. Keep it up.

Shadraq said...

hmm, I thought I had commented on this one...