WHEW! I'm feeling muuuch better now. I'm headed to Vegas tomorrow for work (I basically hate Vegas), but other than that things seem to be leveling out.
A lot has happened since I decided I hate my blog, so I think it'll be easier if I just pretend I was never absent, and start posting about the little things that happen every now and then. Just go with it, kapeesh? Kapeesh.
Josh and I moved in February to a place about 20 minutes south of where we were and I am loving it. Since we moved, Sundays, however, always seem to be a bit. . . interesting. Our new ward/stake has more than your average amount of -- let's go with "interesting" again -- folks. Take last Sunday for example:
There is an older man (late 60s probably?) I've noticed around who is obviously a little off, but he seemed well-meaning enough and like he just wants friends and attention. When Josh and I were exiting Sacrament meeting, he zipped by with a vacuum, cutting me off, as if wherever he was going was extremely important. After Josh and I got to Sunday School and I put down my stuff, I decided to go try to catch a member of the Bishopric to give him my tithing. As I entered the hall, Old Dude was trying to get in the cultural hall through a door that was clearly locked. (I say "clearly," because there was a huge sign on the door that said "STOP! DO NOT ENTER!!") He kept tugging at the door, pulling more and more violently and becoming increasingly angry. Just as I passed him, I hear him mumble, "Son of a bi***!"
I paused for a second, thinking, Did he really just say that? Naaaah, he must have said something else.
Then louder, and more irked than before, I hear him again: "Son of a bi***!"
Slightly amused, but also a little unnerved, I picked up my pace a bit. Old Dude started walking just as quickly, catching up to me right as he sniped, "Fu***in' dogsh*t!!" among other things -- IN CHURCH.
Me: ??????
I then tried to run away because, uh - what do you do in that situation?
Well, I did what I always do. I ran to Josh and said, "DUDE. I promise I am NOT making this up!"
An hour or two later when Josh and I got home, there were FOUR horses just meandering through the parking lot and grass of our apartment complex, with no people in sight.
That was just slightly less entertaining than the Sunday after Church when there was a cow loose in the park across the street, and no less than 6 cops, in full uniform, were all chasing it around trying to catch it.
Pictorial evidence from the car with the iPhone as we drove by (so quality is lacking):
Seriously, people. I am NOT making this stuff up.
(Oh, and no picture of the horses. It seems these things now feel a bit commonplace so we don't even bother anymore.)
5 comments:
That is funny. Have a good time in Vegas, make the best of it at least. I wish I was going. I need a break from Utah.
Did you accidentally come to my ward? Nah - our bat-shiz crazy member is an old lady not a guy, but that is some funny stuff! She once went to the pulpit on Fast Sunday with the ward list and then proceeded to go through it and thank by name the people who had been kind to her. We weren't named. We still laugh to this day about not being on her "list".
Oh the fun and joy of family wards!
Wow. Swearing in charge is bad enough, but dropping F bombs? That takes it to a whole new level.
Holy cow! You're making this up.
Sigh. I love your life.
And, random fact, but Steve and I were in Vegas last week, too--he wanted to go for our anniversary (I've never been). Such a crazy coincidence!!!
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