Complaints

It has been brought to my attention that there some issues with my blog.  There are 2 specific complaints that I will deal with here. 

These are very serious issues that have been lovingly brought to my attention in an effort to correct me and allow my blog to be more effective and reach a greater audience.

The first issue is that there appears to be quite a few typos in my work.  I do sincerely apologize for the inconvenience and inconsistency that these typos cause in your reading, and I do hope that they do not too greatly interfere with your enjoyment of my prose.  I must, however, tell you who brought this issue to my attention.

Elizabeth.

Yes, you heard right. 

Elizabeth.

Now, I must say that Elizabeth is a horrible speller.  It's sad, but it's true.  She can not spell her way out of a paper bag.  In fact, when she was writing her essay for her application for the National Junior Honor Society, she was honestly going to type it in Word so that she could then hand write it on the form provided just so she could use the spell check on the computer.  I'm not kidding.

I often start to read something that she has written and have to just stop and walk away and tell her to re-read what she has written because I can't make heads nor tails of it for all the spelling and grammar mistakes.  I tell her to use her finger and put it under each word as she reads it out loud to be sure that she is reading it word for word and not just reciting it from her own thoughts of what she wanted to say.

So, needless to say, when Elizabeth complained about the typos in my work, I was a little taken aback.  I mean, really.  Who is she to be able to complain about my work when she is so sloppy on her own work sometimes?

But then I stopped and realized that this is what we do all the time...from both sides.  We often act like Elizabeth and see the splinter in another person's eye when we have a whole plank in our own.  She can so easily see my mistakes, but can't for the life of her find her own.

And we (well at least I do!) act like me and when our error is pointed out, we like to say, 'But you're no better!  Who are you to call me out?'  when instead we should hand-in-hand look for and correct both our own errors and each others. 

But beyond all that, I must say that I write these entries usually pretty late at night and I am usually a bit bleary by the time I get a chance to sit down here, so I'm sorry, Liz, but you're just going to have to live with my blog typos...unless of course, you want to proofread for me!  ;-)

The second glaring error that was pointed out to me by one of my faithful friends was that Peter had not yet appeared in my blog.  What a glaring offense!!!!!

Shall I tell you who pointed that one out to me?

Yes, it was Peter himself.

So, Peter, this one is about you.  This is your chance to shine.

Yes, there is Peter...right in the middle between Jonni and Elizabeth.  He came over for Elizabeth's birthday.

Peter is an interesting guy.  He lives down the street from us and we met him about 4 years ago, around the time that Jo was born, maybe a little before. 

I remember that Elizabeth and I were walking back from the post office when we saw this little kid riding around on his bicycle in front of his house.  The kid's dad was outside with him, too, and when he saw us passing, he called to his son and more or less told his son that he would now be friends with Elizabeth. 

It was an interesting start to the friendship, but I am glad that it happened because as Peter got older, he turned out to be a pretty cool guy. 

He has gone with us to church and to various other activities, and often makes a welcome appearance on our doorstep (although he does curiously often seem to arrive around dinner time...)  He is in 9th grade now, but still makes time for us and his younger friends here like Elizabeth, Annie and Jonni.  He also has a good relationship with Jo, and although he calls Gabriel a frog, I think the little guy is growing on him.  (I think he still can't get over how little and folded up the babies are when they first come out!)

I am very proud of Peter and what he has done with himself.  He is in challenging classes and gets good grades.  He has also enlisted in the Coast Guard ROTC program (I'm sure that is not what it is called, but whatever it is called, he does it well and often).  He is always polite, respectful and well spoken.  He can get along with the little kids just as easily and well as he can sit and watch a soccer game with Jimmy or chat with me while I'm getting dinner ready, and he always offers to pitch in and help.  His mother is as wonderful as his father is interesting and he is a credit to them both and to the time that they have taken to bring him up well. 

I pray for Peter and hope that God will be able to work in his heart to bring him closer to Himself.  I pray that he will develop relationship with his Heavenly Father and accept Him as his personal Savior.  He is a good man in the making, and with God's help, I am sure that he will be able to reach his full God-given potential. 

That being said, I do hope that I have taken care of the issues that have may have been causing my blog to falter. 

If any of you other dear readers have any issues, please be aware that today is not your day. 

Tomorrow doesn't look so good, either. 

(I didn't make that up.  I saw that on a t-shirt somewhere or something, but for some reason it just really hits a chord with me and makes me snicker!)