laughed until we cried...
I'm here at work again. Hanging out by myself in the cubby. GOOD TIMES! I was at the front for most of the evening. Crazy Twila had an appointment that she said would be here at 6. Didn't show up until it was 6:45...and also happened to be her daughter bringing her coffee. I've walked past them twice and Twila hasn't even introduced us or acknowledged my existence. Even when I don't like people, I introduce them...
This week has been pretty decent. The swimming. The surprise dinner tuesday (that we thought was a disaster and turned out great). The awesome tan I have from being outside all the time...and I'm going to Peaches' Canada Day party on saturday night!! It should be great. I'm excited to see people. I haven't seen Krista since last summer. Same with Peaches! And I'll get to hang out with Allie and Lisa. And Kyle is back this weekend so I might get to see him sometime. He certainly owes me a uber nice dinner!
Minus the whole Twila stress, things seem to be falling into a comfortable/less stressful place than before (now I know when I say that something terrible will happen to throw it all off...) But we'll see. Maybe it will last for a few weeks...
But onto funnier things! Twila and Debbie (without telling myself or Brenda) have decided to add a paperbacks section to our library. And then promptly gave me all the work to with it. Twila went out and picked the books and they are AWFUL. Awful in the funniest, most inappropriate kind of way. You see, the centre is for people who have lower than a grade 9 reading/writing level. These books are Nora Roberts and Stephen King. Not exactly prime for low literacy. And they are the worst ever!!!
They are seriously terrible. So I mostly laughed at them all day.
There's this one...
For one fateful weekend, the annual science fiction and fantasy convention, Rubicon, has all but taken over a usually ordinary hotel. Now all the halls are alive with Trekkers, tech nerds, and fantasy gamers in their Viking finery - all of them eager to hail their hero, bestselling fantasy author Appin Dungannon: a diminutive despot whose towering ego more than compensates for his 5’1” height…and whose gleeful disdain for his fawning fans is legendary.
Hurling insults and furniture with equal abandon, the terrible, tiny author proceeds to alienate ersatz aliens and make-believe warriors at warp speed. But somewhere between the costume contest and the exhibition Dungeons and Dragons game, Dungannon gets done in. While die-hard fans of Dungannon’s seemingly endless sword-and-sorcery series wonder how they’ll go on and hucksters wonder how much they can get for the dead man’s autograph, a hapless cop wonders, “Who would want to kill Appin Dungannon?” But the real question, as the harried convention organizers know, is “Who wouldn’t?”
Next comes, "Heaven Sent Husband"
Vainly trying to postpone the moment of truth, she said, “I know it always sounds ominous when someone says, ‘I have to talk to you.’”
“Is it ominous, Ket?” Roger asked gently, concern in his blue eyes.
“Oh, I’m not sick or anything like that! But something’s been…well…troubling me for some time.”
“You haven’t been yourself lately,” Lucille said quickly. “Your father and I have both noticed it.”
“I don’t think there’s any way to put this in a way that won’t shock you, so I’ll just tell it as it is.” She leaned forward and clasped her hands together and knew that it was hopeless to try and take the shock out of her words. “About three weeks ago I began to feel that God was telling me to do something. You know how it is when you’re not right sure so you wait and then usually it takes shape.”
“I’ve had that happen many times” Roger nodded. “It would be nice if it came out all at once in a neat package and we didn’t have any questions in our minds, but it doesn’t usually happen that way, does it?”
“What is it Ket? Is it about India?”
“No. God has already confirmed that I’m going to India as a medical missionary, but this was something else.” She hesitated one moment then shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I have the strongest impression that God was telling me that He was going to give me…a husband”
“Is that all?” Her father exhaled a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders. “I thought it was something dreadful”
Then the mom goes on to talk about how worried she was the her daughter would never find love. And the daughter is all “I’ve prayed about this forever!”
This week has been pretty decent. The swimming. The surprise dinner tuesday (that we thought was a disaster and turned out great). The awesome tan I have from being outside all the time...and I'm going to Peaches' Canada Day party on saturday night!! It should be great. I'm excited to see people. I haven't seen Krista since last summer. Same with Peaches! And I'll get to hang out with Allie and Lisa. And Kyle is back this weekend so I might get to see him sometime. He certainly owes me a uber nice dinner!
Minus the whole Twila stress, things seem to be falling into a comfortable/less stressful place than before (now I know when I say that something terrible will happen to throw it all off...) But we'll see. Maybe it will last for a few weeks...
But onto funnier things! Twila and Debbie (without telling myself or Brenda) have decided to add a paperbacks section to our library. And then promptly gave me all the work to with it. Twila went out and picked the books and they are AWFUL. Awful in the funniest, most inappropriate kind of way. You see, the centre is for people who have lower than a grade 9 reading/writing level. These books are Nora Roberts and Stephen King. Not exactly prime for low literacy. And they are the worst ever!!!
They are seriously terrible. So I mostly laughed at them all day.
There's this one...
For one fateful weekend, the annual science fiction and fantasy convention, Rubicon, has all but taken over a usually ordinary hotel. Now all the halls are alive with Trekkers, tech nerds, and fantasy gamers in their Viking finery - all of them eager to hail their hero, bestselling fantasy author Appin Dungannon: a diminutive despot whose towering ego more than compensates for his 5’1” height…and whose gleeful disdain for his fawning fans is legendary.
Hurling insults and furniture with equal abandon, the terrible, tiny author proceeds to alienate ersatz aliens and make-believe warriors at warp speed. But somewhere between the costume contest and the exhibition Dungeons and Dragons game, Dungannon gets done in. While die-hard fans of Dungannon’s seemingly endless sword-and-sorcery series wonder how they’ll go on and hucksters wonder how much they can get for the dead man’s autograph, a hapless cop wonders, “Who would want to kill Appin Dungannon?” But the real question, as the harried convention organizers know, is “Who wouldn’t?”
Next comes, "Heaven Sent Husband"
Vainly trying to postpone the moment of truth, she said, “I know it always sounds ominous when someone says, ‘I have to talk to you.’”
“Is it ominous, Ket?” Roger asked gently, concern in his blue eyes.
“Oh, I’m not sick or anything like that! But something’s been…well…troubling me for some time.”
“You haven’t been yourself lately,” Lucille said quickly. “Your father and I have both noticed it.”
“I don’t think there’s any way to put this in a way that won’t shock you, so I’ll just tell it as it is.” She leaned forward and clasped her hands together and knew that it was hopeless to try and take the shock out of her words. “About three weeks ago I began to feel that God was telling me to do something. You know how it is when you’re not right sure so you wait and then usually it takes shape.”
“I’ve had that happen many times” Roger nodded. “It would be nice if it came out all at once in a neat package and we didn’t have any questions in our minds, but it doesn’t usually happen that way, does it?”
“What is it Ket? Is it about India?”
“No. God has already confirmed that I’m going to India as a medical missionary, but this was something else.” She hesitated one moment then shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I have the strongest impression that God was telling me that He was going to give me…a husband”
“Is that all?” Her father exhaled a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders. “I thought it was something dreadful”
Then the mom goes on to talk about how worried she was the her daughter would never find love. And the daughter is all “I’ve prayed about this forever!”