Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Stink- I almost forgot to thank the Blogger Prom Committee- mea culpa- They did an amazing job!
2009 Blogger Prom Committee
Caroline of Caroline on Crack
Esther of e*starLA
H.C. of LA and OC Foodventures
Lindsay of LAist
Marni of Happy Go Marni
Maya of Shop Eat Sleep
Natalie of The Liquid Muse
Tara of When Tara Met Blog
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
When you were younger, you built a house of your own design with your own hands for your family. In later years, I watched in awe as you rebuilt the kitchen, and I questioned how you knew how to do it. You answered all of my numerous questions, you always did. When I was a small child, you built us a go-cart out of plywood and pushed my brother and I around the back patio until we, not you, tired. You used to let us sit on your back while you swam countless laps in the pool. You taught me advanced algebra when I was in junior high school. You were my young, healthy grandparent. You seemed invincible to me.
In more recent years, you showed me an article on the 50 worldwide destinations an avid traveler should go to. You had been to 36 of them. You told me stories of each. You recounted the numerous books you had read and why you enjoyed them. A few months ago, we sat around your most recent large jigsaw puzzle and you told me about going to the Chicago World Fair on your way out to Annapolis to start at the Naval Academy. You told me about dropping out of the Naval Academy to marry the love of your life. You’ve told me other stories too. You have lived a long and adventurous life.
Yesterday I visited you in a hospital room, you can barely move, you can’t speak, but you held my hand. You opened your once beautiful, clear blue eyes that are now cloudy and unfocused. You didn’t see me, but I saw you. You probably don’t know what has happened to you. You who have always been so proud and strong willed, lie in a hospital bed. My heart aches to see you like this. I know you hate it too.
To me you will always be the Johnny of my childhood. I love you!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I voluntarily went to a children’s museum last week. There is either something wrong with me, or I have a reason. Trust me, I have a reason!
My godson is 4 years old. I want him to know that we have a special relationship that I am one of the few adults outside of his family that he can count on. So, last year I decided that for his birthday he needs nothing material, but I want him to have childhood memories of our relationship. So, I started a tradition of taking him somewhere special for his birthday. His mom suggested the Noah’s Arc exhibit at the Skirball museum. It was a huge success.
So, this year, I stuck with the same plan and offered to take him on another day trip this year to Kidspace. I picked him up from daycare. He introduced me to his friends as his Auntie Lisa. I smiled. He had his happy face on the whole way to Kidspace. We took pictures when we arrived.
He discovered a model of the solar system
He climbed an ant hill
He made music using water guns on drums
He rode around the trail of trikes
Then we went to my parents house to get my dog, and we played bingo- he lost he didn’t care
I spent the day with my godson. It was priceless.