Cookie goes to the pool

My Little Friend loves to go to the pool. He's great about making friends and joining in with whoever else is there and playing Marco Polo, or diving for rings, or tossing the splashball. His super cool torpedo toy didn't last through the winter so I imagine there will be one on his birthday wish list. He's getting pretty good at swimming and can cross the pool with no problem. He loves hanging out in the deep end but as of yesterday still does not love jumping off the diving board.

The Swimming Ool, by Ken Nesbitt

Swimming in the swimming pool

Is where I like to "B,"

Wearing underwater goggles

So that I can "C."

Yesterday, before I swam,

I drank a cup of "T."

Now the pool is just an "ool"

Because I took a "P."

My Little Friend

He says he's "very anticipated".

I know the way he is using the word "anticipated" is not correct. And it almost sounds like he needs to drink some prune juice or something. But you know what?

I'm very anticipated myself.

Have a great day, everybody.

of course, doughnuts

Today was our last day of seminary so I had to get a picture. I've loved these kids so much over the last school year. I already know I'm being released (it sounds like I'm getting out of jail, doesn't it? Set free?) as a seminary teacher and it's a relief in some ways and a gigantic disappointment in other ways. I love my students and I'll miss them terribly.

We shared testimonies, then doughnuts and silliness on our last morning together as a class.

poll time

What if you had a growing pile of cast-off items sitting in the corner of your bedroom? (Suppose for just a minute here that you can't sleep and you feel sort of twitchy when there's a lot of clutter around.)

We're talking about outgrown kids' clothes, kitchen gadgets and small appliances, books, toys, and other various items of little real value but perhaps moderate price?

Would you:

a.) load it all up into your car and drop it off at the Goodwill as soon as possible, thereby losing any possible profit on your unwanted stuff but not having to mess with or look at the pile anymore?

b.) sort, fold, organize and haul it all out to your driveway for a yard sale as soon as there is a Saturday with both nice weather and nothing else on the calendar?

c.) just start sleeping in your kid's room?

an open letter to my Uncle Bob

Dear Uncle Bob,

I like your blog.

I'm interested in your take on the various topics you address, and I think that profile picture of you from the 70's is cool. You had a lot of hair back then. I hope you fully appreciated it while you had it.

I really like that list on the left hand side of your blog's page that shows all the blogs you follow and the titles of their most recent entries. I know those people and I'm interested in their lives. I don't know how you got that on there but it's good and I appreciate it.

I like it when you post pictures of your grandkids. They're cuties.

When I click on your blog to see what's going on in your realm of existence, your royaume d'existence, your page opens up in a new window. I don't know if I configured it that way, or if Blogger did, but it's usually fine. It's convenient actually because then I don't have to backtrack my way back to my homepage when I'm finished. I just close that window.

But sometimes, Uncle Bob, when your blog opens up in a new window, it keeps opening, and opening, and opening. I can't make it stop continuously opening window after window after window. Maybe it would keep opening new windows into infinity? I don't know. Clicking the red X box to close the windows doesn't work, and trying to close it from the Start bar doesn't work either. I have to completely shut down my whole computer to make it stop.

When this happens I find it to be:

• Annoying


• Aggravating


• Frustrating.

I don't know why it happens. I don't know how to make it stop. Do you?

Sincerely,

Your ever-faithful and sometimes-frustrated niece,

AmyWW (AmyDubDub)

ahoy mateys!

I'm in kind of a weird mood today. I'm feeling...well...I'm feeling pirate-y. I have no idea what that means. While trying to identify the exact nature of my strange mood, the word "pirate-y" spontaneously popped up in my head. Argh! Ahoy!

Did you fall in love a little bit more with Johnny Depp when you saw him as Jack Sparrow? I did. Johnny Depp is on the secret boyfriend list. I know he's a little quirky. Or a lot quirky. That's what makes him not just another pretty face.

Although he does have a pretty nice face. Check out his nose. Doesn't that look like a perfect nose? I wonder if Johnny got that nose from God or a plastic surgeon. Either way, it's a nice nose.

America the Beautiful

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!

by Katharine Lee Bates