tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909245715081220170.post4141723158855666173..comments2023-07-05T07:00:50.335-05:00Comments on this is real life.: Grammy'sCarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00497478399767405938noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909245715081220170.post-85317561986613265162008-09-21T00:09:00.000-05:002008-09-21T00:09:00.000-05:00hey guess what - i've actually BEEN to independenc...hey guess what - i've actually BEEN to independence, KS! if your g-rents are nazarenes, then i know one of their former pastors/youth pastors. :)<BR/><BR/>-monicaMonicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15925274558783969447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909245715081220170.post-3881407903069571172008-09-18T16:30:00.000-05:002008-09-18T16:30:00.000-05:00i looked for you on facebook and myspace so I didn...i looked for you on facebook and myspace so I didn't have to comment on your blog not following the subject of your post. it just so happens...you have to be a member of the ABA (american bar association) to participate in official neg. competitions....UNOFFICIAL competitions though... I'll be back in OKC for about a month in Dec. I think we could arrange a night of good times centered around a neg. comp should you really want to....<BR/><BR/>grandparents... um... my dad and I play rook with his parents who live in Iowa. Grandpa always talks trash and always says he knows what trump is going to be when he only has one card of that color. Grandma never takes the bid. She has really bad circulation so she always rests her feet on my dad's legs. We drink root beer, or milk (grandpa), and eat homemade chocolate cake.JJChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07840759524642103744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909245715081220170.post-52933545529558686092008-09-17T17:10:00.000-05:002008-09-17T17:10:00.000-05:00My Grandparents live in a little town called Bever...My Grandparents live in a little town called Beverly Hills....FLORIDA! (And yes, it's down the highway from Hollywood...again, FLORIDA!)<BR/><BR/>I remember being amazed as a kid by the fact that, even though they lived in a suburban-type environment, they didn't have a fence around their backyard. They could just walk across the well-manicured, deep green grass into their neighbors' back doors. That might as well have been another country.<BR/><BR/>Grandpa was a woodworker before his eyesight started to go and he always had toys that he made for us kids. (I think I hid it well that his toys couldn't really hold a candle to Transformers and G.I. Joe. This is how I learned politeness.) <BR/><BR/>He also enjoyed learning new scientific concepts. He liked to read encyclopedias and would tell me about little bits of history he had learned in the years between visits.<BR/><BR/>I was always trying to figure out a way to get all of the adults out of the house so I could play the keys on Grandma's console piano. Whenever I went near that thing, mom would say "no, no." But Grandma would say, "It's ok if he wants to try it..."<BR/><BR/>Sadly, I don't get to see them much these days.<BR/><BR/>Grandpa also had a video game on his TV called pong.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01521724689418759738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909245715081220170.post-53075824602781632182008-09-16T22:36:00.000-05:002008-09-16T22:36:00.000-05:00Your grandparents are precious and that sounds lik...Your grandparents are precious and that sounds like an awesome weekend! My favorite memory of my Grandma's house is laying on the floor with her coloring or watching her make a cherry pie for me. :)live compassionatelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07929392692148971127noreply@blogger.com