Archive for June 2010

Three Letters

June 30, 2010

Three simple letters strike fear into the hearts of church workers everywhere.

V. B. S.

Since this is my first year working at the church during Vacation Bible School, I haven’t been aware of all the work that goes into it.

Nor all the noise that comes out of it.

My oldest niece continues to do this terrible thing called growing up.  She’s now singing with the band.

My oldest niece graciously sharing the spotlight
with her two sisters

I’m especially fond of my middles niece’s hat.
Today was crazy hat day, in case you were wondering.


Take me out with the crowd

June 25, 2010

Minor league baseball tickets for 7 … $84

Dinner at the ballpark … $44

Three generations watching baseball together …


It must be Thursday

June 24, 2010

One of the more stressful parts of my new job has been that our Facilities Manager retired one month after I started.  Since then, I’ve been doing both jobs.  Finally, after three months, we filled the position.

The great wind you may have felt last week was me sighing.

Since we both work Sundays, and I’m off on Fridays, the Facility Manager takes off Thursdays.  Which means on Thursdays, I’m still get to play Facilities Manager.

Therefore, all facilities related emergencies will obvious take place only on Thursdays.

Last week, it was the toilets backing up.  Today, it’s the water reservoir tank at our Retreat Center that is my source of joy.  It decided to break open last night.  Its contents decided to become up close and personal with most of the carpet.  And obviously, there’s now no water at the Retreat Center.

Did I mentioned we’re scheduled to have 20 men at our Retreat Center for a 3 day golf tournament this weekend?

And that I’m supposed to be there?

Thursdays are going to be the bane of my existence.

Spit take

June 22, 2010

We’re in the “you have to try something new at every meal” phase in some vain attempt to get the kids interested in something besides carbohydrates. While eating out on the deck this weekend, A tried a bite of something new, and then proceeded to get the “I might throw this up” look on her face. Feeling that she had mad a valiant attempt, K asked her if she wanted to go inside and spit it out. A shook her head yes and ran inside.

J immediately responded “Oh, can i go too?”

“Why do you want to go?” asked K.

“To watch A spit,” J answered rather matter-of-factly.

Dreading the answer, K asked “Why?”

“Because spitting is cool.”

And the waters came forth

June 18, 2010

There’s nothing I love more than getting a call from my church’s maintenance engineer that starts with the words “Uh, I think we’ve got an emergency in the Child Development Center.”  Since the CDC is our weekday preschool for several hundred children, lots of really bad things came to mind.  Luckily (I guess), those words were immediately proceeded by “The toilets are backing up.”

As I made my way down to the CDC, I found children, and water, streaming into the hall.

Did I mention that each of the CDC rooms have toilets in them?

And that 8 of these toilets were overflowing?

Long story short, we had the city come by to check the sewers.  They were fine.  And since we are having some renovations done to some other bathrooms, we already had a plumber in the building.  Based on which toilets were overflowing, he quickly determined where the stoppage was and started the process of cleaning it out.

The culprit? Paper towels.  Gotta love preschoolers.

So with the main problem solved, the custodian started working on the next problem – cleaning. Luckily, there wasn’t any, shall we say, visible residue in the water.  But obviously we needed to completely disinfect any areas that came in contact with water that had been in the drainage system.  And when you work for a church, you learn that everybody pitches in:

I call this picture “Duties as assigned”
Pun completely intended

Say what?

June 17, 2010

At Costco yesterday, a series words came out of my mouth that I hope will never leave these lips again.  J and A were getting a little rambunctious, probably from being crammed into the double kids seats in the cart.  J kept trying to give A a hug.  And by hug, I mean a constrictor-like death grip.  Of course, in an attempt to make this look more innocent, he kept kissing A on the cheek, while squeezing the life out of her.  A responded by putting something in the way of his lips to try to keep him at bay.

And this is about the time I said…

“A, please don’t use your tongue when your brother is kissing you.”

In my mind, I swear I could hear banjos being played…

Not taught in law school

June 15, 2010

When my brother went to law school, I doubt he thought it would ever lead to him being on HGTV:

In case you’re wondering , he’s the lawyerly-looking guy in the blue shirt and red tie.

Who looks much older than I am.

With much less hair.

But I digress…

I don’t know the whole story behind his appearance.  Something about one of his clients being chosen to be on an HGTV show about buying a first home.  He ended up doing the closing for this sale.

Let’s just hope it doesn’t go to his head.