Heyyyyy! Are you ready for some blogging? A Monday night par-tay? No? Too bad! Actually, things haven't been terribly exciting 'round these parts. Aside from yesterday, that is, when all of the following events transpired during the course of church:
- We got a new bishopric. Whom the Lord apparently decided needed to be char-broiled in the furnace of affliction from the get-go like Joseph Smith of old, because...
- The financial components of MLS (the system the Church uses for keeping track of records) wouldn't work because we were missing a file that was scheduled to be sent from Church headquarters at some date and time unbeknownst to us. Meaning we couldn't do...what's that one thing called...oh yeah. Tithing. As of this blogging, it still has not been done. Ouch.
- The door to the clerk's office wouldn't shut. Not hugely blogworthy, I know, except that...
- Dave Parr, the ward clerk, decided to try to fix said door all by his lonesome while several of us (including the two new counselors in the bishopric) were in the office trying to figure out the MLS situation. You know where this is going. Long story short, all four of us wound up getting TRAPPED IN THE CLERK'S OFFICE for roughly half an hour. Good gracious, it was like something from the Lucy show, with Dave playing the part of the hapless Lucy and the rest of us were like Ricky going, "Dave, you got some ah-splaining to do!" Dave and Deval Hermansen (the first counselor) were trying to get the door open from our side, and a bunch of people in the hall were trying to get it open from the other side, and all the while I was trying to open the utility hatch in the ceiling on the off-chance that we would have to tunnel our way out through the ventilation shafts. Finally Dave and Deval managed to get the handle off the door, and we were liberated at last.
- And if you thought all that wasn't enough, here is a picture of what Alyssa wore in Young Women's as part of her lesson:
Don't ask. Seriously. Don't. Because in all honesty, I couldn't begin to tell you. Although I think there has been talk lately of a mysterious and sinister young "Darth Gimshee" working her way up the ranks of the Empire.
Not much else has gone on as of late. Emily and 2/3 of her total children passed through on their way to swanky Delta for something or other, and Rhett decided to stay with us for a few days so he could interview an engineer for a school class. (Said engineer ended up being Dave Parr. I guess that "engineering," in this case, did not apply to fixing doors. Zing!) Good times were enjoyed. (Funny thing about good times, isn't it?) We played games and partied it up at the two swankiest hotspots in town--Sam's Club and the D.I. Actually we went there in search of a 24 x 30-inch sheet of glass for our Winnie the Pooh puzzle, because Alyssa broke the last two we bought. So guess what me and Rhett did within five minutes of getting the new piece through the door of our house? Sheesh! Lousy glass. You'd think that by now, they (the glass guys) would have come up with a way to make it less..you know...glasslike.
The "Tim Burton" pumpkins Alyssa painted for some kind of contest going on at her work. From left to right you see The Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland, The Joker from Batman, and Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas.
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