The pics from our day can be seen here!
http://gardocki.blogspot.com/
Thanks for doing this post, Jay!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Irritable Bill Syndrome
How can a person who I see at a maximum of 4 minutes per week make my blood boil so? Bill works at our library. And Bill always seems to be irritated. Irritated at my very existence, yes, it seems so. But he is really miffed at the fact that I ask questions, reserve books, and sometimes have fines. The other librarians do not seem to take it as a personal affront when I return a book late, but Bill treats me like a tattooed video-game playing teenager, instead of the adult book-reader that I am.
I was in the library yesterday, picking up a book I'd reserved. I had already received a call that my book "The Giraffe that walked to Paris" was in. I gave Bill my name, and asked him to see if my book was in (knowing that it was). One only needs to pivot 90 degrees to view the reserved bookshelf. But Bill insisted that he have my library card to "open my account" first. I suppose he wanted to see my 'standing' with the library so that he knew how to treat me. He told me with disdainful relish (or so I imagined) that I had a fine of $1.60. Now, I KNOW that I paid said fine last week to Bill himself. I remember it clearly. I told this to Irritable Bill, but he said, after looking over his spectacles at me, that he would 'just leave the fine on my account'. I don't know why Bill would do this, except for the fact that he does not believe me. After all, I do look rather like the book-burning, 'liar about library fines' type.
I haven't decided what to do about this small fine which I refuse to pay twice. I'd really LIKE to call one of the kind librarians and tell on Irritable Bill, but perhaps that would be uncharitable, and I'm not sure what it would profit me. Suggestions?
I was in the library yesterday, picking up a book I'd reserved. I had already received a call that my book "The Giraffe that walked to Paris" was in. I gave Bill my name, and asked him to see if my book was in (knowing that it was). One only needs to pivot 90 degrees to view the reserved bookshelf. But Bill insisted that he have my library card to "open my account" first. I suppose he wanted to see my 'standing' with the library so that he knew how to treat me. He told me with disdainful relish (or so I imagined) that I had a fine of $1.60. Now, I KNOW that I paid said fine last week to Bill himself. I remember it clearly. I told this to Irritable Bill, but he said, after looking over his spectacles at me, that he would 'just leave the fine on my account'. I don't know why Bill would do this, except for the fact that he does not believe me. After all, I do look rather like the book-burning, 'liar about library fines' type.
I haven't decided what to do about this small fine which I refuse to pay twice. I'd really LIKE to call one of the kind librarians and tell on Irritable Bill, but perhaps that would be uncharitable, and I'm not sure what it would profit me. Suggestions?
Monday, October 19, 2009
Reward Plate
Our craft at the last MOPS meeting was a 'reward plate'. The idea being that if a child has been especially obedient or kind, they could get to eat dinner off of this special plate! A fun idea. I told Caden and Alyssa about this on our way home, and both of them were excited!
But then awhile later, this sound drifted down the stairs: "Alyssa, if you don't give that to me right now, you will not get the reward plate!"
So the idea had to explained again. A lot more clearly.
But then awhile later, this sound drifted down the stairs: "Alyssa, if you don't give that to me right now, you will not get the reward plate!"
So the idea had to explained again. A lot more clearly.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
New hair cut "like Gwenny's"
Isaiah 42:10 Sing a new song to the Lord...
Alyssa has told me she likes to sing songs (that she makes up) and dance with God in her room time. Today in the car, she favored us with one of her new songs.
"God, I love you so much.
God, I love you so much.
God, I love you very very much.
God, I love you so much.
(Mama, God likes it when you talk to Him, sing to Him, and dance with Him.)
God, I love you so much."
(Etc, etc, etc. Starting to not be such a new song).
Then after many minutes of this, she ended with:
"Satan, I don't like you. You're ugly and weird."
"God, I love you so much.
God, I love you so much.
God, I love you very very much.
God, I love you so much.
(Mama, God likes it when you talk to Him, sing to Him, and dance with Him.)
God, I love you so much."
(Etc, etc, etc. Starting to not be such a new song).
Then after many minutes of this, she ended with:
"Satan, I don't like you. You're ugly and weird."
Friday, October 16, 2009
Myrtle Beach Pool
I don't know why I've been inspired to finally complete the pictures of our Myrtle Beach vacation on this cold and rainy day...maybe fond memories of warmth. Here are a few pool shots. We seemed to have this pool to ourselves for the most part. So much so that we were a bit miffed if we had to share it!
Uncle Ryan and Reid
Kind Alyssa
Poppy's 'MO'
Ahh - the infinity pool overlooking the ocean. One of our favorite hangouts.
Shann's 'MO'
Note Reid taking a drink.
From foreground (for those unfamiliar with the family): Shann; Poppy, Shann's Dad; Sharra, Shann's pregnant sister; and Grammy, Shann's mom.
We miss you, sweet warm sun and lazy days by the pool!
Uncle Ryan and Reid
Kind Alyssa
Poppy's 'MO'
Ahh - the infinity pool overlooking the ocean. One of our favorite hangouts.
Shann's 'MO'
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