So, here I am again. I am actually starting to like this blogging thing. I feel kinda dumb because I missed the whole blog trend that the Internet went through. I used to be up on trends like you dear reader, but then I took an arrow to the knee! (Oh yeah, I said that). So, let me give you a little story about grandmothers.
Grandmothers, oh aren't they wonderful? They give you cookies, and coffee, and sugar, and then send you home to your mother laughing as she pulls out the drive. Yes, she just lit the fuse on a time bomb. The target? Your parents!
Well, my grandmother was like that for a while with me and my sister. Then she changed. It was odd really. She went from being the person that I could totally go hang out with, to demon spawn from hell. It seems my dad is right about her unlike all the other men who hate their in-laws.
I was about thirteen years old and staying with my grandmother due to some financial issues that my parents were having. We lost our home and I had to go stay with Grammy! Whoo! Boy was I wrong.
Everything was going great for about a week, maybe two. Then the her bangs parted and I saw her horns, and oh yeah, they were huge! So anyway she was at a diner with me and started calling my mom names like whore, useless, things like that. She was calling my step-father (who is still with my mother and whom I call dad) even worse names. I had had enough! Really, you don't talk about a boy's mother like that.
I got angry and told her not to talk about my parents like that. Man, she did not like that. She started yelling and cursing at me, she hit me, had my sister hit me, and threw me into her home office and locked the door. She called my aunt in Louisiana and started making plans to ship me and my sister down there.
Well, I had to get out of there. No, no way was I going to let my grandmother take me out of state to an aunt I barely knew. Let alone not be able to see my mother again. So, I did what any other good little boy would do dear reader. I started swearing at her through the door. Oh yeah. I was a big boy now!
She ended up opening the door and I ran out of the room pushing her on my way out. She started yelling again and said she was going to call the police, then she threw me out of the house and threw my shoes out with me. So, I put my shoes on and started the nine mile walk to the police station.
After about 5 miles, oh yeah gotta love police response time. A cop pulled over to the side of the road and asked if I was Rick. I told him yeah and he gave me a ride back to the police station. He picked up my sister and we sat there waiting for mom and dad to come rescue us. Anyway, gotta love grandmas right?
Live, Laugh, Love
Rick
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