Birthday party

Today is my birthday!!. I finally made it to one, what a quick year. Grandad picked me up this morning and found out from Mom there was no party planned. So he told me not to worry he would have one for me. We stopped at the outpost for supplies. Grandad thought it would be a good idea to document my height and weight for my first birthday. 20.88 lbs and 29.5 inches.


I would have preferred some kids my age, but Grandad didn't know any. So all the angry old republicans Grandad new were invited.
This is Mr. Gandini, Grandad and him spout the same rhetoric. Then there was Mr Denman, he wanted to talk about Bob Feller's
ERA and innings pitched.
Then Mr. Muzzy and the town workers showed up on their break.
The Abramo brothers showed up a little later.
Mr Rossini, Mr Kurzontkowski, and Mr Glines all showed up together, with the strippers. Mr Rossini assured Grandad that it was the Abramo brother's who brought them, either way Grandad wasn't happy.
The party seem to take a turn, for better or worse, I don't know, when Mr Haberski showed up. Between him and Mr Kurzontkowski, I don't know who has the most foul mouth.

All in all pretty good first birthday party, not typical, but good. I think I may be an angry republican someday.
Love Jack

Workday

Third week at Grandads in a row. He let me know right away this was a work day.
First we went next door and looked at rotten window sills with Chuckie. Every other word out of his mouth is foul. I needed my ear muffs for this job.
Then we went down to visit Dad, he let me drive the lull.
After that I had lunch with " the men"
When we got back, it was raining so Grandad made me clean his garage with the backhoe Aunt Lorraine dropped off.
After a quick nap it was right back to work. My machine had all it could do to move the big mushrooms in the front yard.

And finally all day long Grandad kept yakking about all the liberals have forgotten about 9/11, he made me promise to tell everyone to never forget. He said it could have been me up in a plane minding my own business, and some wack job from the middle east pulls a stunt like that.
Sorry Grandad was breathing down my neck as I write
Love Jack
PS. A little disappointed in all you lurkers. I had a dozen tee shirts made and nobody has a guess. Come on

Celebration??

Hello everybody, I have an unusual post midweek. Please watch the video below. The first person who guesses what Grampy and I are celebrating, wins a "Jacks Friday Storytime" Tee shirt. This contest is not for the regular commentators to my blog. This is for the lurkers, those of you who come to look at my blog but never comment.

The rules are simple.

You must give your guess
Your tee shirt size
And the name I will recognize you by (be creative)

A day at the lake

Two weeks in a row with Grandad, oh boy, what will he make me do today?

First I practice my lessons from last week.
Then a quick cut of the lawn, and I get to relax the rest of the day.

I suggested the beach. It was a perfect day at Lake Throwup with no one around. Grandad sat in the car and smoked cigars. If I got too close to the edge of the water he would scream nasty things to me. I got my new shoes wet when he wasn't looking. When I got up to my knees, he finally came to get me, and took me back to the playground.



All in all a pretty relaxing day to start off the long weekend.
Hope everyone has a good weekend see you all next week. Bummer about the end of summer.
Love Jack

Watching for Al Kida

Good morning everyone, I am back at Grandads this week. This is getting very confusing to me, one week at Bubchies, the next at Grandads. At least at Grandads the technology is much better than at Bubchies. No pictures last week, I am still mortified by that.
Also when I am at Grandads we learn different things that he says are helpful in life. Stairs are one of those things he insists I learn how to navigate.
I would go up OK, and then he would say "get back down here and do it again." This went on for an hour. Down is much harder than up.
He didn't think it was a good idea when I tried it in my little car.

I should have realized when he asked my Mom for my camo pants something was up for today. He has been acting very paranoid lately. So when he stuck me out in the front yard, and told me to watch for Al Kida it didn't surprise me at all.
There was a Paul, Steve, and a Bob, but nobody named Al. I thought my hiding spot was good, but Grandad kept yelling out the window to keep my head down.
After reloading, I got foyer watch in the afternoon.Not as buggy as by the big rock
Well I am going to wrap this up for today, all the fresh air has me wiped out. See ya Jack

At Bubchies

Sorry for the late post and no pictures. I was at Bubchie's house this Friday and her computer is down. All the pictures I took, she had to crop herself out of. One of them had her fingernail in the corner, God forbid that one got on the blog. Hopefully I will do better than this next week, I am embarrassed for myself at this effort.

PS The Gulumpkie's were great

Love Jack

The growth

Good morning,
I am back at Grandads this week, I guess his suspension is over. Almost as many days as Kevin Youkilous got. I had to start early today, as you all know Grandad is still using the Polaroid film system. Not very efficient, first I had him snap a picture of my head, then we wait until it develops, and then we run to Two Guys parking lot to the guy in the little booth. Thank goodness for him, he scans it, texts it to me, and then I email it Grandads computer. Sounds like a lot of work, but it was worth it to me to know that nothing was growing out of my forehead.
If I don't mind saying so myself, that is a good looking beanie. And no growth.
Feels good being back at Grandad's, all the toys are different. My favorite is still the golf balls.

I took a nap, and had the craziest dream, I woke up with a horse head in my bed. Maybe Bubchie shouldn't let me watch the Soprano's anymore.
For the afternoon lesson, was how to maintain the garden. Everything was going fine until Delycia kicked Grandad out of her garden, for trampling down the plants with his big feet.
So then he showed me the mailbox, and told to get the mail. it all looked like junk mail so I left it in the front yard


See you all next week. Love Jack
Update:
G- Aunt Susan came by in the afternoon and took some photos. Here is one of me and Grandad.

Here is one of me getting the firewood.Then we had the test, VRRRRMM. Do I want to be a tree hugger or a tough guy in a truck?

Whooosh!!!
I think I will be a tough guy.