A little story for your reading pleasure. And a little bit of history as to why I am a little loco. 🙂
When I was a kid I would spend a great deal of time with my Grumpy Grandpa.
My Mom’s Dad.
Well, I did not call him grumpy to his face. Actually I don’t know if I thought he was grumpy back then, but when I grew up and remembered all the things he did and said, he most definitely was grumpy.
He used to call me names like Shaggy dog. (My bangs were too long)
He would make comments about how I ate like a slob and he should just feed me in the bathtub.
He hated cats. He would see cats outside his trailer (yes, I spent a great deal of time in a trailer park) and he would run out with a rag soaked in turpentine and put it on the cats butt to irritate the cat and keep the cat away from his trailer. I seriously don’t know why he did not want the cats near his trailer, but whatever……
He thought everyone in the world was lazy except for him. (much like my father)
He taught me how to dip toast into coffee at around age 7.
Years later, this became my breakfast of choice in high school.
He loved his beer and cigarettes.
When my brother died, he came to the funeral. Someone said that he resembled my brother and he said: “oh, I look dead?“
I think he must have been dropped on his head a few times when he was a kid, cause he was just never “right”.
My Mom, Aunt and I still talk about how different he was.
He had a few favorite phrases..one was: arranuts. What he was saying was, “oh, nuts.” but it always came out arranuts.
Many years later when I was a teenager and he lived w/ my aunt at the time, we made him a birthday cake. We decorated it with nuts on the top and wrote on it arranuts. cause we are nuts like that.
One of his other favorite phrases was: “Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” Whenever he was frustrated or mad, this would come out. Such as the time I was playing in his car in the driveway and I accidentally put the car in neutral and it rolled down the hill and towards his neighbors car…..
I think I got the “Jesus Mary and Joseph” and some choice cuss words too.
anyhoo…… skip to present day.
I suppose my time spent with him had some lingering affects…such as Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
I really did not realize how much I say it.
I don’t say it in meanly…more in frustration….. kinda like a, Oh, I forgot to turn on the oven; “Jesus, Mary and Joseph” or Oh, who spilled tea on the counter and did not clean it up; “Jesus, Mary and Joseph”
So the other day, Lindsay and I were at Kohl’s. We picked up and purchased a very cute small nativity scene. I really loved it and it was a good price and oh, so lovely. It is one piece all glass and it has only Jesus, Mary and Joseph and a lamb and palm tree.
We buy it. We get in the car.
Lindsay opens up the wrapping and looks at the nativity again, telling me how much she really likes it.
Then out of the blue, she points at it and says loudly and sternly:
Anyone else pick up some phrases from your Parents or Grandparents that you are not proud of?