Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Taps.


Grandpoo today was your funeral, and although I can remember everything that happened perfectly, one thing sticks out in my mind the most. And that is when your friend spoke of you so highly and reminded us that you showed us how to die with dignity, and that we are the only ones who have to suffer now; and it's true.
Your service was beautiful and just how you would have wanted it; I think. As I felt tears hit my cheek, I imagined you watching us and saying, "what the heck are you people crying for?".

I miss you so much. It's the worst feeling in the world; the hardest thing I've ever had to do was say goodbye to you. Everyone reminded me of how you always talked about me. You truly were one of the most wonderful people I have ever had the honor of getting to know. I could always talk to you about anything and somehow you always knew what to say. Today I realized just how many lives you have touched.

I wish you were still here.

Speechless and numb tonight.

Goodnight grandpoo.

I love you, I love you, I love you; forever.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Weird History-Courtesy of Mi Abuelo.


Facts about the 1500's



Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good bygone. However, they were staring to smell, so brides carried a boquet of flowers to hide the body odor.



Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children--last of all babies. By tenth water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "don't throw the baby out with the bathwater."



Houses had thatched roofs--thick straw--piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the dogs, cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off of the roof--hence the saying, "it's raining cats and dogs."



There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed as a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could really mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.


The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, hence the saying, "dirt poor".



The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to help keep their footing. As winter wore on, they kept adding more thresh until when you opened the door, it would start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway, hence, a "threshold."



In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes the stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, "peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."


Somstimes they would obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang their bacon to show it off. It was sign of wealth that a man could "bring homethe bacon". They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat".


Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with a high acid content caused some of the lead to leach out onto the food, causing lead poisoning and death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.



England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a "bone house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks in the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they thought they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell/ Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard" shift) to listen for a bell; thus someone could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer".


And that's the truth. . . (who ever said that History was boring)?

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Dear Grandpoo,


You passed away on August 19, 2010; a date I will unfortunately never forget. The world seems different and the idea of a "normal" day seems so unfamiliar to me. I am so thankful that I got to know you and that you were more than just my grandfather, you were my friend. I will miss everything about you; your jokes, your smile, your voice, your huge glasses, the fact that you named your dog Stupid (in spanish so it sounded better), and your stories. I will miss your stories so much. You taught me so much in what seems like such a short amount of time that we had together. I'll always carry your wisdom throughout my life, and make wise choices because I know you'll be watching.

Everything about you was perfect and wonderful and i'm afraid no one will ever come close to the very special place where I hold you in my heart. Nothing has ever hurt as much as this; but I am glad to know that you are no longer in pain. I love you with all of my heart. The letters that we sent to each other will always stay with me, and I plan to keep writing to you because I know how happy it makes you. I guess I'll just have to send the letters up with a balloon. At least the "I ran out of stamps" excuse that you laughed at everytime will never be an issue again.

I miss you. It hasn't really sunk in yet and, pathetically, I expect a response to my letters.

The thought of your singing is the only thing that lulls me to sleep everynight. You have such a soothing voice. The song you wrote for you father was one of my favorites. I imagine you singing it to him now. I will see you again. Until then, just stay with me in my dreams, and in everything I do. I'll make you proud; promise.

I love you so much.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Twit.


So I’m sitting here, night before my final; can't sleep. Guess what came on TV??! Parental Control-gay edition. Man oh man I love mindless entertainment. I need to lose weight. Anyway I uploaded a new video to my YouTube account. Singing opera cause that's what I do. No, you can't watch it! I only let strangers hear my disgusting voice. Anyway I was searching Regina Spektor because she is AMAZING, I somehow ended up on some blond girl who was singing On The Radio. I don't know why, but all blond girls all look the same to me. And they all make me think of someone that I never want to think about, and it makes me upset. I don't think it's normal to dislike someone SO much for so long. But it did take me two years to get over the first guy who broke my heart...maybe it's just me. You know what else I hate, calling girl the "C" word. You know what I’m talking about. All guys who utter the word should have their man card taken away. Guys also might as well give in their man card if they wear flip flops.

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anyway. Lots of hostility tonight. Sometimes I wish we could live like goldfish. Did you know that goldfish are also called "twits"? Yep, twits. They also have a memory span of about 3 seconds. It would be nice to only feel a certain way for 3 seconds...
Then again I did have goldfish back in high school who committed suicide. Maemi and Bay. Well, Maemi committed suicide, Bay died of a lonely broken heart; I’m convinced. They used to swim around the bowl, meet in the middle, and kiss. They would just do that all day. Anyway one day Maemi literally jumped out of the bowl. I put her back in and 3 seconds later she jumped out again. I put something over the bowl so she wouldn't be able to while I was at school, and when I came home she was on the floor...dry. It was a sad day. Bay died a few hours after. How I miss them.