La Bamba and Ulta(or: The Blog with the Two Weird Names)

Yesterday found us as we drove in Mom's suburban through the wet nasty forests of Canton, to drive to my grandparents house. At the same time, Dad was driving to the house from the dealership in Lineville. I really want to see those guys again. I wanted to go when Dad went for a week, but he said I had to do schoolwork and stay at home. He went two other times, but one time he left without asking and the other time I was going to Alyssa's so I couldn't go. People at the dealership who are reading this, please know I want to come but situation disallowed it every time. My deepest apologies to you all. Jason, (and I know you read this often) please tell everybody that if they don't get the message from the blog. Thanks Jason. Merry Christmas to you guys!

We arrived in Soleil and then in their house, and went inside. Mom stayed in the car for a little doing something while we hugged MaPoc and Pop and also talked. Ma Poc showed me an old dirty newspaper while Pop looked at a natural disaster book with Rebecca. There were several young children all around each other, and a caption read: All the Good Little Children of the valley our awaiting Santa's visit and in the middle was a brown haired little girl, who was cute. She had the biggest spot and picture. Ma Poc asked me to find out which one was her, and I kept looking at her face and the ones on the paper. The one to the left of the big one and the big one itself both looked like her. I pointed to the big one, saying the other one could be it too. She said I was right and said the other was her best friend. At the bottom of the page was her name with other names too, Peggy Poorman (maiden name, now it's Jordan). It was cool to see her in a newspaper, and her as a child. Later Mom came and I talked about books a little with MaPoc, and showed Pop the Charlie Chaplin book. We later went to La Bamba, a Mexican restaurant in a shopping center outside of their community to the left, where a Publix also was. We walked in, and got a booth/table by the bar. Their were cool paintings of the Inca's and Aztecs, and also one of Frida Kahlo. The unibrow lady. I know too much about her. I could tell a lot. But I won't.

A nice little girl served us, but at one point she gave Ma Poc sweet tea instead of unsweetened, and messed up our orders. She had a lot on her shoulders. There were three waitresses in the big restaurant, with 12 tables to serve, more coming every second. So each waitress had like four. They needed more people working, and the manager was on his computer and phone have the time. It was madness. The food was good though, although I had too big of a meal and I didn't eat all of it. We talked about the route we're gonna take, which I think will be to Florida and then under Alabama and Mississippi. We talked about places we're going to go in the west too. Then we paid and left the restaurant. We got back to their house and watched a 30 minute program we had gotten at the Civil Rights Museum in Memphis, TN. We saw it in a theater and bought the DVD. See Lorraine Hotel, Civil Rights Museum and SUN Records for details.

They liked the story and the way it was laid out, and after that we left, after seeing a notebook filled with phrases and stories and quotes from Pop. One Christmas in '98 Mom asked Pop to fill some in, and he did. I read avidly about him loving the song Zipadee do da and saying "Ok so you got there!" I remembered as Mom always told me he always said those things, and it was cool to get them from two sources. And to learn about his stories was cool too. That book will be a treasure some day.

So we drove away. We stayed and wrapped Rebecca's present while she was in her room, and then Dad came home. We talked with him in casual and fun conversation, and Julie came back. Rebecca, Julie and Mom made chocolate chip cookies for the Bourne Christmas Party we were going to have on the 23rd. They made some other stuff too. It was funny when I came down from blogging, I was practicing telling Julie in a foreign accent something, when I said it, unaware of her being by the tree placing presents down. She laughed about it. We all talked and ate tuna before I went with Rebecca and Julie to a make up and lipstick store. I should've never gone. On the way there in Julie's red jeep, Rebecca got a bloody nose. Having nothing to put it on (such as a handkerchief or towel, she cupped her hands, making them bloody too. She looked like the flag of China. We had nothing in the car, and so went to the back of the store. Julie helped Rebecca clean up in the bathroom and I went into the men's and went to the restroom. She got better and we stayed in the front looking at make-up. Well, they were, I was in my book and looking on the Internet from my phone. All the girls, the smells, the powder, and all the aroma was suffocating. I felt like I was being squeezed by a python. I fell victim to girlsmellallroundroommakingmefeelbad Syndrome. I read about the Ghost of Christmas Present in A Christmas Carol. On the way back, we talked about Romantic and Gothic writers of the 18th and 19th century. It was a heated subject. Back at home we goofed around in Mom and Dad's room, them already settling down for the night. I then slept in my room, Julie in the basement, and Rebecca in her room only to go up to Mom and Dad's. I had a good day. This was the fast version, because I'm about to go to Red Door Playhouse to have food and entertainment and see some of my friend's I haven't seen yet. But you'll learn about that tomorrow. For now, bye. The next blog post will be very... interesting.

My arm pits smell. I need deodorant,

Andrew.