Things are moving kind of slow on my ancestor project. Grandpa is having trouble again with his back so I have been afraid to ask him about our relatives. Cousin Bruce is coming to visit this weekend and I told him to bring the picture of our cousin that he met and one of himself since my report needs some pictures. He did say that our cousin from austria is named Mat and he is a successful weightlifter. I also asked my Dad and Mom about old pictures of the family and they have said that some are in the attic and some of my Mom's family are at her sisters. My Mom's Father, my Grandpa Jesse, passed away 4 years ago, but my Mom's Mother, my Grandma Sylvia is still alive and lives with my Aunt Gloria in Minnesota. I also have an Uncle Ronnie who lives not far from my Aunt and Grandma in Minnesota. I also have cousins from the Michaels side and they mostly live in the midwest. One of them, according to Mom, lives in New York City and is an artist. I hope anyone reading this isn't completely confused by all this. I am hoping that finding some pictures on both sides will help keep everyone straight.
I will be writing my first movie review for the newspaper this weekend also , but I am not sure what we are going to see yet. Dad promised to take me on Saturday afternoon at the theater in town. I really want to see the Fantastic 4 and hope it is still playing. We came up with a name of our newspaper on Tuesday, but really I guess it is the same name as last years paper though since no one could think of anything better. It is called the Red Hill Reporter named after the hill near our school.
On Tuesday Mr. Grady's cat followed him all the way to school. He came outside for a break during the morning and his cat was waiting for him. I guess Mr. Grady walks almost 2 miles to school some days when the weather is nice which is almost everyday because its california. I asked him why he does that and he says its the only way that he can wake up "without drinking 4 cups of coffee". So, he didn't notice it but his cat was following him all the way and since he didn't know what to do when he saw him there, we brought him inside the classroom. Digger, the cat, was a little frightened by everyone and just hid under Mr. Grady's desk. No one could stop giggling for the first 15 minutes of class so Mr. Grady decided to tell other stories about his cat instead and then told us all to write any funny pet stories we could think of in our writing journals. I thought of one about one of our dogs named lulu and it involved the dog getting muddy and running through the house. Grandpa was so angry and yelled "get that damn thing out of here!!". I guess lulu was too strong for the screen door and crashed right through. Lulu was a big dog that was "part shepherd and part something else big" as Mom put it. The house was a real mess, but I couldn't stop laughing. Well, time to finish my spanish homework before bed. Buenos Noches.