Grandparents day for Kendall

Well it's been a little while since I last posted, but I have been a little busy.

The man cave is almost complete. The audio video piece is complete and there are just a few cosmetic issues I need to address before I begin transforming it into a great room.

I am in the process of launching yet another company with some other individuals. Best Charity Network will look to micro finance individuals that need to raise money for a variety of needs. You can follow them at www.bestcharitynetwork.com

The in laws have just left my house after a 5 day visit and we are back to 75% normality. (Kenzley is gone with them for two weeks, so there is a small piece of the family missing.

Kristi's parents came in town for Kendall's "Grandparents Night". It was a chance for her to show off her school and introduce her grandparents to her teachers and friends. OR if you ask her....It was a chance to get dressed up in a pretty dress and socialize with everyone in the entire school. I'm not kidding. This kid knows everybody and everybody knows this kid. We weren't even in the school before she took off running to give Ms. Jenny a hug. Ms. Jenny is one of the aftercare nuns and LOVES my daughter. She is also a Florida fan and refers to Kendall as Gatorbait.Throughout the night she ran from one kid to the next. Saying hi and pointing out her grandparents. There was no pattern. Guys and girls. Her age and older. White and Black. Shy kids and playful kids. The one thing they all had in common is they lit up when she showed up and all of them told their parents who Kendall was. I was SUPER PROUD. I know the world will jade her up a little and dampen that spirit, but I hope this base she is establishing is firm enough to make that minimal.

Any who......

The Grandparents Night was interesting for a number of reasons, not the least of which was watching my little socialite dart from group to group. Kendall, thanks to mom's passing, has a very different set of grandparents. All of which arrived for grandparents night. Dad and Fran came, even though Dad was nominated for "Man of the Year" by the Chamber of Commerce. He pulled out of the running to attend Kendall's special night. Joyce and Pete drove in from GA to beam with pride in regards to one of my daughters and to steal the other one and keep her separated from her father that loves her very much. Mary and Eddie (Grandmary and Bumpy) came in to see the school as well. For anyone that doesn't know.....Mary is one of my mother's sisters. When mom passed away she stepped in by saying that she will never have grand kids and she wants to be a part of Kendall's life. I agreed pretty quickly. Eddie, who is a direct resemblance to Si Robertson from Duck Dynasty, wasn't on board all that much but has come full circle and probably spoils both of them the most. So Kendall's entourage was a little larger than most.

The night started off with a Spaghetti dinner. The best part about the dinner was the two teenagers that came to pick up your trash as if you were on camera somewhere. It was cooked in mass and I happen to be married to a Spaghetti master. She learned it from a Spaghetti Yoda named Bruna. So to say dinner was sub par would be an understatement. But hey. It was a small amount of money by Shakedown High's standards so what the hey. You also got a salad, a hard roll and some tea or lemonade. (However they forgot which cooler was which and the tea tasted like that Arizona half and half tea.)

After that was over we shuffled off to her room to show off her class. We were the first ones there and I know we looked a site when we came in. Mary handled the introductions and we went through the tour of the small classroom. Kendall showed off her cubby. That's where she keeps her personal effects and it was decorated very nicely. My father took this opportunity to tell the whole room that when I was in day care the cubby is where the teachers put you when you were not behaving. Not being one to know when to stop, he then told the nuns that I could almost always be found in my cubby when they came to pick me up. (Not true by the way! I was a good kid who was misunderstood in my time.) We looked over the artwork hanging from the walls. We checked out her VIP Bee poster. Side Note- She was the VIP Bee for the week. Every kid gets a little extra attention during their week and every kid gets to be the VIP Bee. We did a poster showing off Kendall and Kristi, Joyce, Pete and I went to Kendall's school to decorate cookies for a special treat. - End Side Note. We were pretty much through and were wrapping up the conversation when my father and my wife TURNED ON ME!!

"You know he calls you all nuns." My wife says to nun #1
"Sure does. AND he posts the storeys on his blog and Facebook page." My father says to nun #2

WHAT THE HOLY TRINITY?

You don't sell out your kid to the nuns. You don't leave your husband standing there looking like a kid who just said the Lord's prayer wrong before the nuns. It isn't acceptable. But yet here they were looking at me with accusing nun eyes. It was an interesting moment in time. I just stood there smiling and Kristi......LIKE KRISTI DOES just kept on talking!!!!

By the time she was done ratting me AND MY STORIES out I was ready to go. I had had enough. The nuns were laughing at the stories and that was fine. NUN #2 WANTED TO FRIEND REQUEST ME RIGHT THEN!!! "Oh that'll be fine Chris" Says Kristi......What?

Was it fine when that stupid mutt pulled the curtain back on the Wizard of Oz? NO
Was it fine when David Kujan played by Chazz Palmenteri realized that Verbal played by Kevin Spacey was really Keyser Söze? NO
Was it fine when Jafar outed Prince Alli as really being Aladdin? NO
Was it fine when Ademar followed "Sir Ulrich von Liechtenstein" to Cheapside and then turned him in as being lowly William Thatcher? NO
Was it fine when Kristi told the nuns that I talk about them online?


You all just said "No" didn't you? Like in a movie where the main character get the crowd all worked up!!!!!

So I am outed to the nuns and am probably on an eight-by-ten colour glossy photograph with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what I've done and to be used as evidence against me in the Vatican as we speak.

If I go silent look to the nuns. They know I know too much and they may try to stop me.