Hola Diary,
After a long church service today, Grammy asked if was up for Foo Foo’s the local Asian Restaurant. I told her duh I was. Foo Foo’s was the only place in town that Grammy and I could ever agree on. My favorite dish at Foo Foo’s was #68 which included beef, rice, and carrots. Yum! Grammy always settled for the American Classics either meatloaf or chicken noodle soup from the “For the Kiddies” menu. Today, Grammy ordered the meatloaf while I ordered #68. Moments after we placed our order, I glanced out the window just in time to see two men stealing an ATM. What? There was always something exciting happening in town. First the fire and now a robbery! But, hey, at least it was interesting and gave the town something to talk about other than the weather.
I looked over to the park and saw our neighbor, Ceili Thompson, on her phone. I hope she was calling 911. By the time our food came, half of our town (including all the hobos) gathered outside of Foo Foo’s as the cops interviewed the bystanders. Many of whom just looked like they had woken up. All I could think about was how much I did not want to cops coming in and investigating me as I downed my #68. All I wanted was to be left alone. The next thing I know Grammy pushes her wooden chair back with a screech and heads to the exit, heads to where the police are. Oh, no I thought. Why do old people always have to ask for trouble? Can’t Grammy just be content and eat her meatloaf?
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Panic, Fire, a Nun, and Tomato Soup
Where is Grammy? Panic rushes through me like horses being released at the Kentucky Derby. I looke all around me but there is no Grammy to be found. How could she leave me like this? What a horrible Grammy! Didn’t she remember that I was only 10 years old? I squeeze between the overgrowing crowds as I hunted for my one and only Grammy. The crowds start to suddenly move in the opposite direction. The people start to run away from the carnival and yells filled the night sky. I try my best to go with the flow but I am not up for the race. My feet are sore, my heart is pounding, and my pony tail is sliding out. In all the chaos, I catch a glimpse of Grammy. I try to travel towards her but am unable to get over to her. I exit the carnival and the smell of smoke fills my nose. Fire!
I run to an empty spot on a bench located outside the carnival. I sit my butt down next to a woman wearing black and white. Her face is mostly covered by a scarf, and she wares a necklace with a cross around her neck. She looks nice. As I sit down, she asks me my name. Of course I tell her my name. Lucille Peel, Lucy for short. All of a sudden, she knells down on the asphalt and puts her hands together; she starts to pray. She closes her eyes as she mouths words in the direction of the carnival. The smoke continues to cover the dark, night sky.
Grammy runs over to our bench with a huge smile on her face. I have never seen Grammy so happy and to be honest I have never seen Grammy move that fast! Grammy grabs me and kisses my cheek. Grammy turns to the woman kneeling and introduces herself. The woman says that she is a nun named Agnes. Oh, I never knew what a real life nun looked like. Awesome! Grammy thanks Agnes for taking great care of me. Agnes tells Grammy it is no problem. Grammy invites Agnes home for dinner. Agnes agrees. Once at home, we gather around the table. Grammy exits the kitchen and arrives at the table holding a pot of warm basil tomato soup and a tray of garlic bread. What a great ending to a crazy day. I have my Grammy sitting beside me and a nun sitting across from me. Life is good.
I run to an empty spot on a bench located outside the carnival. I sit my butt down next to a woman wearing black and white. Her face is mostly covered by a scarf, and she wares a necklace with a cross around her neck. She looks nice. As I sit down, she asks me my name. Of course I tell her my name. Lucille Peel, Lucy for short. All of a sudden, she knells down on the asphalt and puts her hands together; she starts to pray. She closes her eyes as she mouths words in the direction of the carnival. The smoke continues to cover the dark, night sky.
Grammy runs over to our bench with a huge smile on her face. I have never seen Grammy so happy and to be honest I have never seen Grammy move that fast! Grammy grabs me and kisses my cheek. Grammy turns to the woman kneeling and introduces herself. The woman says that she is a nun named Agnes. Oh, I never knew what a real life nun looked like. Awesome! Grammy thanks Agnes for taking great care of me. Agnes tells Grammy it is no problem. Grammy invites Agnes home for dinner. Agnes agrees. Once at home, we gather around the table. Grammy exits the kitchen and arrives at the table holding a pot of warm basil tomato soup and a tray of garlic bread. What a great ending to a crazy day. I have my Grammy sitting beside me and a nun sitting across from me. Life is good.
from can’t wait to help! get me out of here…ASAP!
Happy, happy, happy Saturday, Diary! I can’t wait for the carnival this afternoon. Grammy said that we can go if I help her with the morning shopping! Gross! I hate helping her out at the grocery mart; she is as slow as a pickle (and she smells like one, too!). We have to buy ingredients to bake my Uncle Phil’s birthday cake; he is about to be 53 and he still has his mom bake his birthday cake. Weird! Uncle P always requests that Grammy make him red velvet cake with blue cream cheese icing. He is rather picky but Grammy does whatever she can to make her “baby boy” happy. If you ask me, he needs to start baking his own cake or muster up enough change to buy himself one. Last time I checked, he was a rather big boy.
All weeklong I have heard cries from the carnival, and I am pretty sure the cries have been cries of joy; it looks like a blast! The day is rather hot so before Grammy and I head down to the excitement, we lather up in sunscreen and grab our spring attire; it’s going to be a hot one! At the carnival, we run across Pastor Dan. Oh no! I don’t like him very much; he is an odd fellow. I don’t like the idea of seeing him out in public. It’s bad enough seeing him at church. Of course Grammy stops and talks to Dan. So, as she vents about how her Bible is missing pages, I go to explore the commotion alone.
I jog to the ticket counter to purchase some ride tokens. Maybe I should go grab Grammy to come with me on the ferris wheel. I return to the spot where I last saw Pastor Dan and Grammy, but oh no!!! I can’t see either one of them and, and, and…(to be continued!)
All weeklong I have heard cries from the carnival, and I am pretty sure the cries have been cries of joy; it looks like a blast! The day is rather hot so before Grammy and I head down to the excitement, we lather up in sunscreen and grab our spring attire; it’s going to be a hot one! At the carnival, we run across Pastor Dan. Oh no! I don’t like him very much; he is an odd fellow. I don’t like the idea of seeing him out in public. It’s bad enough seeing him at church. Of course Grammy stops and talks to Dan. So, as she vents about how her Bible is missing pages, I go to explore the commotion alone.
I jog to the ticket counter to purchase some ride tokens. Maybe I should go grab Grammy to come with me on the ferris wheel. I return to the spot where I last saw Pastor Dan and Grammy, but oh no!!! I can’t see either one of them and, and, and…(to be continued!)
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Snow Day! YAY!
Hey Diary,
What a great start to winter break; today was a snow day! YAY! At first, I was kind of bored. There was nothing good to watch on television, no crafts to do, no one to talk to, and no one to go sledding with. Watershed Heights is still as bad now as it was on day one; I am still the youngest person in this gross, old building, and my grammy is still driving me crazy! What’s new?
Today, grammy left me alone in the apartment while she traveled a few towns away to Rise and Shine old people activity center. Grammy went for a bingo game and water aerobics class; see, I told you she is old. Later, there was a gentle knock at the door. My eyes darted around the room and fear dripped through me. I slowly skipped to grab a wooden chair from the sewing room. I quietly scooted the chair to the door in order to peek out of the peep hole. At once, I was face to face with some brown blob, a wart. GROSS! Suddenly the mysterious warty, person spoke; it sounded like a lady. The lady timidly said, “Hi. I will not hurt you. Please open up.” I stupidly unlocked the 3 deadbolt locks and pulled the knob toward me. “Hello,” I said. “Who are you?” “Oh, yes. My name is Ruth Cartes; I live a few doors down.” “Never seen you before.” I spoke as I started to close the door; I was ready for this Ruth to go. I had important stuff to get to, didn’t I? “I know that it must be a snow day for you today, right? I would like to invite you over for the day to make holiday cookies with me. Would you like that?” How could I pass up such an inviting offer? I had nothing to do and despite the wart the lady didn’t look that odd or old which was surprising for Watershed. “I guess I can,” I replied. So, that is how I spent my first snow day in Watershed Heights, baking cookies with Ms. Ruth.
At about dinner time, Ruth’s husband, Jacques, entered the kitchen. At the sight of me, Jacques made an acute 360 and sprinted away. How odd. What was his problem? Did he have a problem with cute, creative, spunky me? After my encounter with Jacques, I figured I should go home to reunite with grammy. I got home just in time to see grammy at the dinner table along with her favorite dish: meatloaf. Typical. I guess some things never change.
What a great start to winter break; today was a snow day! YAY! At first, I was kind of bored. There was nothing good to watch on television, no crafts to do, no one to talk to, and no one to go sledding with. Watershed Heights is still as bad now as it was on day one; I am still the youngest person in this gross, old building, and my grammy is still driving me crazy! What’s new?
Today, grammy left me alone in the apartment while she traveled a few towns away to Rise and Shine old people activity center. Grammy went for a bingo game and water aerobics class; see, I told you she is old. Later, there was a gentle knock at the door. My eyes darted around the room and fear dripped through me. I slowly skipped to grab a wooden chair from the sewing room. I quietly scooted the chair to the door in order to peek out of the peep hole. At once, I was face to face with some brown blob, a wart. GROSS! Suddenly the mysterious warty, person spoke; it sounded like a lady. The lady timidly said, “Hi. I will not hurt you. Please open up.” I stupidly unlocked the 3 deadbolt locks and pulled the knob toward me. “Hello,” I said. “Who are you?” “Oh, yes. My name is Ruth Cartes; I live a few doors down.” “Never seen you before.” I spoke as I started to close the door; I was ready for this Ruth to go. I had important stuff to get to, didn’t I? “I know that it must be a snow day for you today, right? I would like to invite you over for the day to make holiday cookies with me. Would you like that?” How could I pass up such an inviting offer? I had nothing to do and despite the wart the lady didn’t look that odd or old which was surprising for Watershed. “I guess I can,” I replied. So, that is how I spent my first snow day in Watershed Heights, baking cookies with Ms. Ruth.
At about dinner time, Ruth’s husband, Jacques, entered the kitchen. At the sight of me, Jacques made an acute 360 and sprinted away. How odd. What was his problem? Did he have a problem with cute, creative, spunky me? After my encounter with Jacques, I figured I should go home to reunite with grammy. I got home just in time to see grammy at the dinner table along with her favorite dish: meatloaf. Typical. I guess some things never change.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Too Looooong Tuesday
Dear Diary,
Today was just awful! After walking home from the bus stop on Maple in front of Foo Foo’s, it starting pouring down rain and hail. I had to race up to our apartment. As I was running to our unit, I tripped on some stupid dog in the lobby. I think the dog’s name is Lucky or something. What a dumb dog and he needs to get a new name because that one really doesn’t fit him well. All that animal does is cause unwanted trouble in Watershed. I got soaked. I took a shower and I still smell like wet dog! Oh, and did I mention that for some reason we ran out of hot water? Yeah, well we did. I think Grammy may have to call over some help tomorrow with our water issue. All I can say is that if you want me to smell good I better have some hot water to shower with.
The last couple of nights, I have had no sleep because of some screaming baby 3 floors below us on floor 4. It is so annoying. I am getting so tired of the noise it makes! I just want to go downstairs and tell that baby to shut-up. My Grammy says that the baby is a baby of a teen mom. Grammy keeps saying that I should offer to babysit for the baby, but I thought, well, pardon my French but hell no!!! If I can’t stand that baby from 3 floors away there is no way I can handle being in the same room as it. Please! I will earn money some other way that doesn’t involve babies…
My Grammy insisted on going out for dinner tonight. So, we ventured away from our usually home cooked meals of meatloaf, mac & cheese, corn dogs, and green bean casserole and went to the Asian restaurant in town Foo Foo’s.
Today was just awful! After walking home from the bus stop on Maple in front of Foo Foo’s, it starting pouring down rain and hail. I had to race up to our apartment. As I was running to our unit, I tripped on some stupid dog in the lobby. I think the dog’s name is Lucky or something. What a dumb dog and he needs to get a new name because that one really doesn’t fit him well. All that animal does is cause unwanted trouble in Watershed. I got soaked. I took a shower and I still smell like wet dog! Oh, and did I mention that for some reason we ran out of hot water? Yeah, well we did. I think Grammy may have to call over some help tomorrow with our water issue. All I can say is that if you want me to smell good I better have some hot water to shower with.
The last couple of nights, I have had no sleep because of some screaming baby 3 floors below us on floor 4. It is so annoying. I am getting so tired of the noise it makes! I just want to go downstairs and tell that baby to shut-up. My Grammy says that the baby is a baby of a teen mom. Grammy keeps saying that I should offer to babysit for the baby, but I thought, well, pardon my French but hell no!!! If I can’t stand that baby from 3 floors away there is no way I can handle being in the same room as it. Please! I will earn money some other way that doesn’t involve babies…
My Grammy insisted on going out for dinner tonight. So, we ventured away from our usually home cooked meals of meatloaf, mac & cheese, corn dogs, and green bean casserole and went to the Asian restaurant in town Foo Foo’s.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Meatloaf Montag
Dear Diary,
It’s been a looooooong Monday! I am very, very tired of my teacher, Ms. Tacoshell. She always talks to me with her stinky breath! Nothing exciting happened at school today…I took the bus this morning to school (as usual) and sat next to my bus buddies, drew, stokes, and louise. They talked about how fun their weekends were. Drew went fishing at Lake Salsa with his cousins and grandpa while stokes went camping with his boy scout troop, and louise had a sleepover at the aquarium. And what did I do this weekend? I stayed at Watershed Heights with grammy from Friday to Sunday. BORING!!! I can’t wait to be old enough to drive and get far, far, far away from this dump. I just can’t wait! And did I tell you that as soon as I got off the school bus today, I had to head to see Ms Pigg for my weekly sousaphone lesson? I really actually like the sousaphone (believe it or not!). Ms. Pigg is really a bore though. Sometimes, if I play well, she allows me to watch tv. However, not today because of the bad storm we had last night; it turned off her cable. I guess I will stop writing now. Grammy is calling me in for dinner; it’s Meatloaf Monday. GROSS!!!
It’s been a looooooong Monday! I am very, very tired of my teacher, Ms. Tacoshell. She always talks to me with her stinky breath! Nothing exciting happened at school today…I took the bus this morning to school (as usual) and sat next to my bus buddies, drew, stokes, and louise. They talked about how fun their weekends were. Drew went fishing at Lake Salsa with his cousins and grandpa while stokes went camping with his boy scout troop, and louise had a sleepover at the aquarium. And what did I do this weekend? I stayed at Watershed Heights with grammy from Friday to Sunday. BORING!!! I can’t wait to be old enough to drive and get far, far, far away from this dump. I just can’t wait! And did I tell you that as soon as I got off the school bus today, I had to head to see Ms Pigg for my weekly sousaphone lesson? I really actually like the sousaphone (believe it or not!). Ms. Pigg is really a bore though. Sometimes, if I play well, she allows me to watch tv. However, not today because of the bad storm we had last night; it turned off her cable. I guess I will stop writing now. Grammy is calling me in for dinner; it’s Meatloaf Monday. GROSS!!!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Get the Door!
Dear Dairy,
I just hate, hate, hate living here in this old, dirty, apartment…I don’t much like the stale smell of grammy’s month old sunflower seed bread, her daily morning dosage of cream of wheat with raisins, or her nasty denture paste. YUCK! Its hard living with grammy, but she says that “it’s only temporary…”But IDK…It seems like it has been a long time... Life is hard.
School has been ok. As you already know, my BFF is Jill, but she has been kind of annoying lately…I don’t know what her problem is but whatever it is she needs to cut it out- pronto! I am so ready for summer to start! My grammy says she is going to send me off to go to bible camp with Jill in June; that sounds so fun. NOT! I don’t even know how to find stuff in the bible much less spend a whole week solely studying it. But Jill really wants me to join her at camp, and it will be my first time going to sleep away camp so it may be fun…maybe it will be like the “Parent Trap” movie with the twins with the red hair, and I will finally meet my twin sister and meet my mom and my dad and then find out I am actually supposed to be living in Napa, California or London and, and…maybe I am getting a little ahead of myself but yeah maybe…who knows what can happen at church camp? So maybe I will just have to try it out…
Oh sorry got to go, Dairy! Someone is knocking at the door.
“GRAMMY!!!” i yell at the top of my little lungs. “GET THE DOOR!!!”
Oh well, grammy, as you already know, is too deaf to hear…
I just hate, hate, hate living here in this old, dirty, apartment…I don’t much like the stale smell of grammy’s month old sunflower seed bread, her daily morning dosage of cream of wheat with raisins, or her nasty denture paste. YUCK! Its hard living with grammy, but she says that “it’s only temporary…”But IDK…It seems like it has been a long time... Life is hard.
School has been ok. As you already know, my BFF is Jill, but she has been kind of annoying lately…I don’t know what her problem is but whatever it is she needs to cut it out- pronto! I am so ready for summer to start! My grammy says she is going to send me off to go to bible camp with Jill in June; that sounds so fun. NOT! I don’t even know how to find stuff in the bible much less spend a whole week solely studying it. But Jill really wants me to join her at camp, and it will be my first time going to sleep away camp so it may be fun…maybe it will be like the “Parent Trap” movie with the twins with the red hair, and I will finally meet my twin sister and meet my mom and my dad and then find out I am actually supposed to be living in Napa, California or London and, and…maybe I am getting a little ahead of myself but yeah maybe…who knows what can happen at church camp? So maybe I will just have to try it out…
Oh sorry got to go, Dairy! Someone is knocking at the door.
“GRAMMY!!!” i yell at the top of my little lungs. “GET THE DOOR!!!”
Oh well, grammy, as you already know, is too deaf to hear…
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