tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68769176532941208562011-11-28T02:13:06.247+02:00The ramblings of my wicked grandpa.Petterihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16850525169302596426noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876917653294120856.post-53935411094949911342008-07-29T15:47:00.006+03:002008-07-31T05:57:29.778+03:00

While still awaiting a report of Grandpa's angling trip, I thought we could dig a bit deeper into Grandpa's history. Here are three cases, that come to my mind, when I was unusually embarrassed by my Grandpa. There must be many more, and some might be even worse, but these came across right now.1. Picking up Grandpa from the police station, after he got caught stealing his friend's car.Grandpa

Petterihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16850525169302596426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876917653294120856.post-45696530700430424402008-07-27T21:08:00.004+03:002008-07-31T04:36:50.426+03:00

Hello again! I promised to tell you about those stitches. I haven't got much time to write right now, because my pal Jamppa is coming to pick me up by taxi soon. We plan to go angling.To the stitches...I was visiting my friend Akseli that day. He and his wife have a beautiful little farmhouse just a few kilometers out of town. They've got a couple of sheep, a few chicken and even an old pony at

Petterihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16850525169302596426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876917653294120856.post-89115075698004225592008-07-23T18:30:00.009+03:002008-07-31T04:36:31.706+03:00

Hello! These last few days have definitely been some of the hardest of my life. The problem is, I cannot sit due to a little accident. Everytime I try to sit, I feel a sting in my bottom. And if I'm absent minded, and just drop my rear in the sofa like I normally do after a long day of petanque and Martini, it feels like the whole prison has found me picking up the soap.My grandson Petteri has

Petterihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16850525169302596426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876917653294120856.post-1260447436031560742008-07-22T18:53:00.010+03:002008-07-31T04:35:16.870+03:00

Let me first tell you a bit more about the old guy. He is my dad's dad, and my only living grandfather. Since his childhood he has been quite action-packed. Before he took off by a cargo ship at the age of fifteen, he was an avid ski jumper. As a remainder of those days, he has problems with his knees. Although surprisingly healthy for his age and drinking habits, he has a heart condition, which

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