so I freak out trying to get you to stop talking and let me talk.  Let me answer one of your rantings.  I am only seven and you never listen to me.


what else are you.



  1. Because I love you I won’t spank you for saying that!
  2. You kill yourself for nothing and no one.
  3. EVER!




Nooo, she’s your mother.


No she loves you.


But I love you. I always listen to you.


I don’t.

You yell at me too

Yeah but only when you get mad and crazy and I will never allow you to get like that at me.  I am your Grand! I am your grandmother…I’m your, wisdom and teacher. I teach you lots of things and we have fun right. We talk don’t we. And I raise my voice. I do not yell at you.

Yes but daddy said I am never leaving this room again, and I can’t go to school, and mommy took everything away from me and she is taking my cloths and everything and she hates me, so I hate everybody cos nobody cares about me.

But look at you, you don’t want to learn with me you want to play your video games and stuff, you want to watch TV and nothing else.

I’m in my room for the day. For ever! I hate myself and want to die! I’m so stupid stupid stupid.

Nooooooo, it’s not you. Your mother and father are dumb! But only because they don’t  know how to talk to little kids.


Shh shh shhh,  no no no now. Mommy had a bad daddy,{grampa whoo}, mommy’s daddy never talked. He always yelled and called bad names and said every bad word all the time.  That is all he did, yelling and calling mean bad names. Soo, mommy does not know how to talk right, especially to kids. And you are a kid!

Yeah HERS…

Shh  now now, lets just talk.

She hates me.

No she loves you. She just doesn’t know how to be a nice mother and nether does your dad.

HE Is just dumb.

Yes . Yes he is.

They  both don’t know how to talk to kids.


Shh shh okay. Okay you’re okay.

No I’m not.

Yeah you’re not. But I want to tell you, not all mothers yell at kids. My mother did not yell at me and my sisters and brothers. If my mother said to me, “sit down.” and I didn’t sit down, she came and picked me up and sat me down, hard. She said nothing. if my mother told me to shut-up and I didn’t, she would come to me and slap my face so hard I would fall off my chair. She said nothing. If my mother told me to go change my clothes and I didn’t,  she would drag me to my room. She would take my clothes off me, put clean clothes on me then throw me outside. She said nothing.

Did your mommy love you.

My mother gave me away when I was 4 months old.

How come.

I don’t know I was a tiny baby.

How did you get to your family?

She came a took me away when I was seven.

And then did she love you.

No!…She would hit me when she was mad. If she was mad at my dad, she would beat me when he went out the door.  She would give my sisters and brothers milk money for school, but not me, she would say, if you want ten cents go ask your dad.

Why did she do that to you?

Maybe she didn’t like me, I really can’t tell you. But I can tell you lots and lots of mommy and daddy don’t know how to talk to kids, and lots of mommys and daddys hit their kids. But that may be, their mommy and daddy didn’t know how to talk to them.

This is sad to hear coming from any child.  No child should want to kill him self or any one else at the age of seven or any age as far as killing goes.  Killing is for hunters.


After all just the fact you hearing this, should be liable in a court of LAW, solely for the same reason [ you can not stand and watch a body drowned], even if you can’t swim. And forget about the undertow cos the currents are streaming the person out to sea while you fret not knowing what to do,  {you’re arrested for being a coward}? The best thing was to run for help.   Just like now. The child and the parents need to be told on before, the child takes a strong hold of murderisum {if it is not a word it should be},growing to hate and kill. It is very visable at this point in time.

NOW WE NEED TO WONDER IF SEVEN YEARS IN THE MAKING OF THESE FIRST YEARS OF GROWTH CAN BE CORRECTED.. As you have been warned many times, over the years of childhood studies, how crucial the first 5[FIVE}years of life is after birth. CHILDREN ARE SPONGES, THEY LEARN EVERYTHING YOU ARE. Which means  {you’re everything} they have to go by. All how you are they will be {in their} own way though, how they see and understand things to be by your teachings.


It’s obvious the world is responsible right? Only things can’t change. The teachings in school MUST change if PARENTS can’t.

What?, half the world is haters.

the other bit is scared.

while the rest do their best to teach peace and compassion, live and be strong.












“Grandpa how come grandma is not here? Did she go a way? did she get sick and die?”

Holy kid. How come every time you see me moving things around you ask me stuff. Maybe I will get that 50 cents back.

“No grandpa that was different, you didn’t teach me nothing with my [money tax] question.”

Good I will try again with this question.  “Grandpa, no, stop. Your face is going to make me laugh.”

Sounds a little to late. Here we go. Laugh it out. And while you’re doing that laugh more at I will take that fifty-cents again and this time charge you!, a quarter. 25 big cents.


Guess what. You can laugh 75 cents right into my hand or I’ll tell you nothing about your grandma.  Yeah sounds more like it.

“How come the price went up. Grandpa that’s not fair.”

There is no fair here kid.  Just me and you and my honor, and on my honour I will have earned this 50 cents AND. 25 more big cents.

“Oh grandpa, you’re always trying to be smart or wright…Grandpa I said wright, don’t you get it? The brothers.  Grandpa. You told me this.”

Just hand over the money along with the tax.

“It better be good grandpa, it better not be like the tax lesson.

You paying me or what o-cheep-o.

“Hnhn, GRANDPA, don’t do that with your face. HAhahah.”

A least my eyes, are opened, not my mouth. You’re standing on the steps with your eyes closed and you’re mouth opened.

Yeah laugh some more.

Laugh you’re self to pieces.

I’ll pick you up off the floor.

“Grandpa you have one of those faces that people laugh at.”

Is that right.

“Grandpa yeah. Like if I didn’t know you, and I saw you, I would laugh.”


“Grandpa not like that. Hahaa.”


“Hahaha. Don’t do that with your eyes.”

Glad I make you happy.

“Grandpa no.”

I got work to do.

“Wait grandpa.”

You laugh yourself back up the steps and clean your room. And when that’s done…

“Okay grandpa, seriously tell me about grandma. Here, look, 75 cents.”

For What.

“Okay, grandpa look. 50 cents, for the story, and twenty-five cents tax. Now tell me, who is my grandma. Where did she go, did somebody take her. My friend’s mom died and went to heaven. He said he misses her a lot and grandpa he actually told me he cries to go to sleep.  He must miss her a lot. Hahahaa, grandpa, grandpa stop. You’re making your face look so sad like you’re going to cry.”

  1. Yup.
  2. Now here we go.
  3. It is sad.

Well what is it with you. You’re laughing like an idiot and some kid lost his grandma.

“No. No it’s your face. Grandpa… It’s like watching a move with your face.”


“Grandpa it’s your eyes and your mouth, You’re like this. Hahahaa. grandpa you’re killing me.  grandpa you’re making me laugh.

When ever you’re ready kid. I’m outta here.

  • I still holding this stuff for the garage .
  • And your still acting like a retarded donkey.

“No no okay okay look, grandpa look, serious, serious. But don’t make me laugh with your face. Grandpa, come on, seriously, you have funny faces when I tell you things.”

Maybe you should stop telling me things.

“Okay grandpa, have a drink of water and come a sit at the table and tell me how come grandma is not here.”

First, I want to ask you a question.

Why is it that every time you see me with a heavy load of stuff in my arms you ask questions.  Tell me why…”Grandpa you said one question.”   We can quit talking any time you know…”Grandpa, I just want to know things, how am I to answer other people if I don’t know things. Grandpa asking is for stupid kids.”

Excuse me?  What’s stupid?  Kids?

“No grandpa, questions. Questions are stupid. Hahahaa. grandpa your face.”


“Ha hahahaa. No grandpa stop. Don’t look at me like what.”

Is that right.

“Grandpa no. I don’t mean about grandmaaa. Grandpa never mind anything and tell me about grandma. Please, grandpa please tell me.

Fine! Your grandmother was, well still is, how can I say it, but of her mind.  She left on her own accord. She was afraid to be around children.

“Grandpa what does that even mean?”

There is three of her in her own head and they are always fighting who is here for the day or weeks running, some people would say. She would have some pretty rough days.

“What about you grandpa.”

Well I’m not crazy.

“No grandpa. I mean did she do anything to you.”

No. She tried.

“How did you stop her, did you hurt her?”

No. Just held her down and cried.

“Aw Grandpa I’m sorry.”
No. She’s the love of my life.

“Grandpa where is she now?”

Oh no you don’t kid. Not this one.

“Grandpa, seriously, is she in a small town stamping Envelopes. Room 327. Grandpa I just needed to know if I was right. I’m right, right grandpa? ROOM 327. That’s what it’s called right, I figured it out.”

Hey! I heard enough. You stay out of my stuff.

“Wait grandpa. I all ready have it written out.”

Give me it.

“Grandpa I can’t the teacher has it.”

Get it.

“Grandpa I can’t. My teacher went on a vacation to CUBA.”

Yeah I bet he did. Now guess what. This 75 cents is mine.

“Fine grandpa. But come see the picture I made for your story.”

Good god.

“Hahaaa, grandpa. Your face.”

[Scan room 327]

Holy kid! What are you doing.

“It’s okay grandpa, it’s just a picture.”

A picture of what.

“Nothing grandpa, it’s just a picture of Sally’s door with room 327 on it. I promise.”

That’s enough of my stuff kid. Well it better be.

“Oh grandpa there is only two more.”

What!    Listen.  Yeah okay laugh.















“Hey grandpa I wrote a story about you can I sell it?”

Why you little dickens why would you do that?

“Money grandpa, my teacher said I should write a story about you and sell it.”

There is no story about me!

“Yes grandpa, all the stories you tell me.”

Yeah well those there stories, are me and you kid, secret quite between grandpas and grandkid only. Them’s stories nobody will believe.

“YES! Perfect.”

  1. Now you’re screwing with me kid.
  2. And now you’re laughing like a retard kid, looking at a comic up-side down.
  3. Oh sure laugh you’re head off.

“No grandpa I’m laughing because of your face.”

Really kid? Just tell me why so happy.

“The name of my story is GRANDPAS AND GRANDKIDS.”

Yeah okay then, laugh and slob yourself all over the place. How is that even funny?

“Grandpa, grandpa. You’re going to love this. Only grandpas and grandkids can buy it.”

There’s more than two out there you know.

“So grandpa you’re the best. People are going to love this, I know it.”

How do you know it.

“Because I love this story grandpa.”

Yeah well, hey wait there, come back.

“Okay in a minute Grandpa. I need to press send.”




IMG_1514“GRANDPA.  IT’S OKAY.”   Yup, laughing trust me.

“Well grandpa the story is not about you? Really.  Now come on grandpa, it’s a story you told me about your great-grandfather or grandfather. What ever grandpa it’s not about you.  Trust me. I wouldn’t tell on you.”

  1. What do you mean!
  2. And what are you laughing at now?
  3. There is nothing to tell on me.

“‘Grandpa, I’m not laughing at you. It’s your face.”

Yeah here we go again. Your acting like a kid…”Grandpa I am a kid. 11 get it I don’t know how many times I tell you I had my birthday and you still don’t get it.”

Yeah? You’ll get it if you push send.

“Grandpa, I already sent it down stairs, well coming up the stairs, you saw me with my iPhone. Grandpa don’t look that way, you are going to make me laugh.”

Yeah well that’s a little to late to eh.

Hey yeah dumb kid, you don’t have a copy, soo it does not matter to me what you sent.

“Oh grandpa as if I need a copy…you told me the story over a hundred times, I’m sure I pretty much know it by heart now. Besides, never mind now grandpa, I sent it.”

Yeah well you got chores and home-work so get at’er.












You have selfish and spoiled. Both words mean one thing each.

  1. Spoiled means > rotten.
  2. Selfish means > greedy.

Grandpa am I spoiled & selfish?

YUP!  Yes you are.  “Grandpa do you love me.”  Yup! Yes I do.  “Grandpa can I get fixed.” Maybe!  Just maybe boy. But it will take a lot of work. “Why?” Cos you’re already a spoiled selfish kid.  “What kind of work grandpa, will I get paid?”

  • PAID?  Never thought of paying anyone to learn not to be spoiled or selfish.
  • Is this question an act of being spoiled or selfish?

Yup!  Yes it is.   The answer is no boy. You won’t get paid. “Then I want to work doing something else.”  It might be to late for you after all  boy. “How grandpa?” How old are you now kid.  “Grandpa, I turned seven and you forgot to buy me a present.

Selfish and Spoiled

  1. Seven is too old to take the spoiled out.
  2. Time has flown by can not harness the selfishness.
  3. These flaws are to large a dent, in the brain all ready.
  4. We are talking about growing egos.

Children are never to young to install values in them. These values are not something you learn on the way,  they are TAUGHT.

HERE IS YOUR BOTTLE NOW SHUT-UP!   {No this action is wrong}

This is selfish on your part.   Here is what you do..

  1. Pick the baby up!,  “gently bounce sh sh sh sh.

Come on little baby. Sh sh sh sh.”

Making your way to the bottle making area. You are teaching the baby to wait. Sh sh sh sh.   And that you are gentle and snuggling, you are teaching the infant affection.  This is the way children should be guided.

“Grandpa did mommy pick me up and bounce me?”  Yup!  But she quit about three months later, “why?”   Oh, well, that is just the way some people are.  “Is mommy Selfish  grandpa?”  Yup!  “Is mommy spoiled too grandpa?”   Yup!  “Why?”

Let’s just say mommy was born sick as a baby,  and as she grew,  no body wanted to scold her when she needed it. So she grew to be a spoiled selfish child, then teenager, then a woman then a mom. It’s to late now, she can’t be changed. So what we do is work around her and hope for the best.

“Grandpa are you spoiled too?”    No!  “Why?”  Because when I was a kid my mom and dad spanked us. Not only that. We were hit with belts and sticks and with what ever came off the floor. “What came off the floor grandpa?”

  • Chairs.

Lots of stuff. “Why?”  Well if they couldn’t reach us where we were, it was easier to throw something to hit us.  “Grandpa did you love your mommy and daddy?”  Yup! “Why?” Cos, they’re my mom and dad. “But if they hit you with a stick why did you love them. Why didn’t you run away and never go back?”  Because boy.  Moms and dads have to teach us that there are rules.

EVRYBODY IN THE WHOLE WORLD must follow the rules.

“Grandpa I don’t like rules. And I am going to break my piggy-bank and buy some gum. And if mommy tries to stop me, I will punch her in her belly.”











STUPID IS believing in luck and not yourself. Stupid is what you just said.


I am lucky, ya see, I am still lucky it just takes time. My time will come you can count on it, only it seems that I always do something dumb and miss the perfect opportunity. Sounds like I am my own fault at chasing my luck away.

Stupid is

To react poorly at everything around you because you will not accept the blame you caused.  Then go search everywhere over the net, to find a lucky spell that said something like >

  •  burn a candle
  • say words like
  •  fire burn brightly turn my luck around
  • blab blab blab burn fire burn
  • take the bad leave the  good
  • change my life to be good.

Now say all that one hundred times before the candle burns out.


  • You actually try the spell without learning the words
  • You don’t believe the spell needs to be said one hundred times
  • You still can’t recite all the words even though you said them five times over.


What is osmopatch and  mental confection grandpa?

This is severe to the brain, causing  a temporary  stupidity, like { when you burned the house down.} The ingredients of the osmopatch are still unknown  so it is hard to say. But mix that with mental confection? You loose control of your right mind.

What is stupid? >All the silly things you think or try. Unlike the common smart things you do basically all the time.

Stupid is not thinking before you speak

Stupid is speaking without thinking

Stupid is doing things without thinking

Stupid is thinking but not doing

Stupid is always giving up

Stupid comes in many forms.

  • standing in somebody’s door-way
  • climbing a mountain
  • writing a test
  • getting married
  • getting divorced
  • running amuck
  • allowing your feet to ache

These things are common, among, the things that are done stupidly. But don’t forget there are ZILLIONS of stupid unmentionable happenings not listed above.

what is stupid?

Okay grandpa. I won’t try anymore spells.

Then tell me what is stupid boy.

You grandpa, you.  You gave me the book, and said, go play, and with any luck come back with a pot of gold.

Sea Shells and The Book Of Spells  verses  Old-Age and The Withered Spectacles

Grandpa what is stupid. > Captivity.


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So Football season started for the children. For this child he is so very excited that his dad signed him up. He had his try with soccer and hockey, running for two years and now that he is seven, yes, he wants this football. “But it’s dangerous”, his grandma says.  “No gramma. I’m not scared. I’m good at knocking down other kids”.  “Yes boy, but I don’t mean that. I mean.”  But that is all she is able to say, The child’s mother started in with stuff like, “It’s not dangerous, he will be wearing pads.  And he will be wearing a helmet. There is nothing dangerous about football!” Oh God she went on like, “Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.”  Then  “Blah blah blah.” I think you know the grandmother left the room holding her mind shut tight, hence-forth blah blah blah.

The next few days were quite about the game. Grandmother smiled  with the thoughts dancing in her head of the child’s soccer games and how chubby the little boy is running doing his best to keep up with the taller skinny kids. Not  bad at all. then after the game, “Grandma will you buy me a hot dog?”  “I sure will my boy. ” “Gramma I’m hungry, running makes me hungry.”  “Yes little one you did lots of running and you saves the ball two times.”  “Gramma did you see when I slid like this?”  Of course the little boy starts sliding about,  “watch gramma, I did this.” This is funny to her. “Yes, yes boy. I see and I saw. Now come back over here, you are going to knock someone down.”  Gram had to laugh as other people and children  scurried getting out of the little kids way. “What do you want on your hotdog.

She giggled to herself watching the plays in her mind as the child skated holding his stick up, eyes wide open chasing after the puck with the other hockey players. “Get your stick on the ice boy. On the ice.” She would call. He did well falling just before the swing or right after. So cute. But as he grew he bettered himself on the skates. Learning to stop a goal or actually getting a goal.  “Way to go kid gramma is proud of you. You are getting really good at hockey. “Grammy will you buy me a hotdog.” “I sure will my boy.”  “Gramma did you see when I hit the puck and it went in?” “Yes, yes I did. Did you hear me whistle?”  “No Gramma.” “How come?” “Gramma there is lots of noise.” “Oh I see.” “Gramma are you going to buy me a hotdog now?”  She laughs, “Yes. Lets get a move on then before they are all gone. “Thanks gramma.”  “No problem boy.”

She smiles at the memories watching the child grow, running and skating and now he or his dad wants to try football. She looses these happy thoughts then wondered how this will go?  The same as all the other times?  Where his dad is the coach and the child plays like every other kid but is the only rotten one on the team?  Terrible horrible sad hold her mind shut tight but nothing keeps out the bellowing crude remarks of how he could have done this or he did not do that or or or or or! STOP IT! Every second word coming from this fowl mouth is  F . . . or F . . . . .g! Filthy dirty abuse. Poor little child. Why? The boy is five-years of age! He is not a reincarnation of Eusebio from Portugal. Nor is this little child the great GUY LAFLEUR number 10. Montreal.

He is a small child 5 years of age doing HIS best to play two sports his father played. Now he is six gramma is so proud of this beautiful boy, he believes he is doing his best and gramma can see he is indeed trying like all the other boys. Falling like all he other boys. Missing or hitting goals like all the other boys. Having a hotdog like all the other boys.

Gramma wonders about the other boys and their dads. She can see they are happy giving puppy rubs to the heads of the sweaty kids. “Great job.”  But not her grandson. “Go over there. Now!” “Gramma will you buy me a hotdog?”  “Yes I will my boy. Great job out there. That was awesome how you slid and got the puck out of there.”  “Gramma did you see me when I skated backwards?” She laughs, “Yes that was so sweet. You finally did it.”

Then gramma sat quiet, fighting back the tears, blinking at the over flow but failing needing to wipe the wetness while daddy blows his shit at the child. “You stupid little F-ing good for nothing shit. Why do I even bother with you. When you get home. BLAH blah blah blah and filthy blah more than half way home.  Then more as dad fills in mom. But grandmother tosses in a, “he was great! You should have seen him skate backwards and stop a goal. It was freaking awesome.”  As the child brightens up his dad says, “Yeah but he played like an ass-hole the rest of the time.”  Gramma watched as the small amount of hope in the kids eyes waiting for any nice that may come from his mother faded. “That is too bad. You should try harder.” This from the absent mom at the game.

Now the child is seven. His very first day for Football. They left gramma sleeping and off they went to his big game. Gramma didn’t even know this is the day or she would have been up and ready. She really wanted to watch her grandson in action as he told her how excited this would be. But also she wanted to see what dangers there may be, so to be able to give the child pointers. but she wasn’t she was home sleeping dreaming of collecting facecloths belonging to some girl, who if they were found by the wrong people there would be great Danger! lol sleep is funny at times.

Gramma wakes to yells and noise and what the crap is happening! I will tell you what is happening. Mommy is freaking out! [After the first Football practice the child asked. “Mommy can I have a hotdog.”] From there is it is a mystery until Gramma wakes hearing the boy ask, “Mommy can I come out of my room?”  “NO! No you can’t!”

I wonder if his dad thinks the boy is Jim Brown 1957 Cleveland Browns. IMG_1525






What are these grandchildren, I’ll tell you what.  A HANDFUL that is what. But more than that they are a bundle of joy, a laugh a day, one of the most biggest blessings in the world., that is what grandchildren are.. Fun funny and a huge headache at times. Why is this? I’ll tell you that too. When we get older our bodies change. Lots of new things hurt. Muscle mass dwindles so does our stress level.  For one thing these bundles of joy grow, getting heavier  but still want up with tiny arms and fingers stretched sky-high crying to be picked up. Ohh sooo heavy, but we pick them up, knowing one day they won’t want up or we just can’t do it. Not every grand parent mind you only a certain caring type.

What type? Well let me tell you.. Us type that’s who.  There would have to be a chronological study of new mothers becoming grandmothers in order for myself or anyone for that matter to answer what grandmother type is the type who will not hinder grandchildren. BUT!  needless to say there are those of us who under any circumstances will not get down on the floor with said child. Why? I’ll tell you why. We can’t.  Well maybe we can but it hurts like [ i don’t know what] to get back up. So there is not many things to get us down on the floor.  Sad really, only because the child is too young to understand this and cries on. Quickly the mind must be changed,  so we say something like “goo-goo gaga play up here.” If we are lucky the child will join us on a sofa, at the table or just on our feet rather down on the floor.

Grandchildren are quick to learn only if  [YOU] teach them. YES they MUST be taught by you by the parents by someone or they nothing like they are used to. Nothing. But they are smart they learn fast they are funny and bring so much joy into our lives. Little sponges they are, soaking up all the intelligent ways of life  we feed them. Then before we know it they are helping us. Taking care of us, picking us up should we need it.

Grandchildren are our little seeds a piece of us, you, me. They need LOTS of ATTENTION every day EVERYDAY not here there maybe today maybe not. EVERYDAY learning love and care.. So we say softly no no no as you smile, going over to them guiding gently what should be done.


This is no way to react or speak to any GRANDCHILDREN ever!  I’m sure you know people who scream and yell at children grand or not. This is not okay the child grows on this behavior getting older getting stronger getting meaner getting to hate and not care about anyone or anything only themselvesIMG_1150. WHY? I will tell you why. Because that is how you raised them.