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Showing posts with label Making Fun of Other People. Show all posts

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Saturday Evening Stake Conference

Tonight we had our adult session of Stake Conference. It was a great meeting. I loved every speaker.  Here are some things I've noticed about the Saturday session of conference over the years that differ from the Sunday sessions and a regular Sunday block meeting.

I mean to offense to anyone. I'm just pointing out what I've noticed about the Saturday Session.

  • Women bring their knitting/crocheting/needlepoint craft to work on.
  • Old people don't hide the snacks they've brought with them.
  • People have a hard time deciding where to sit. There are adults from seven wards in one chapel. I think someone took my spot!
  • There are more flip flops and jean skirts on a Saturday meeting. I must have missed the memo that said to dress casually.
  • There is no guilt for going to the store or out to eat after church.
  • It's my most favorite meeting of the weekend. Every six months.
Just thought I'd share. It's my blog. I can do what I want.

Did I miss anything?

Thursday, December 9, 2010

FAQ

Some of you may have noticed my clever profile description written by my clever self.

 I am a Wife to 1, Mother to 4,
Daughter to 2, Sister to 7, Aunt to 23,
Niece to 20 and a friend too.
Amway Jason from the Gym
is NOT one of those friends!

The FAQ I will address today is Who is Amway Jason from the gym.

When we lived in Great Bend, Matthew had a friend in his class named Matthew. They liked to play together after school. They also liked to greet each other. Hi Matthew! Hi Matthew! How's it going Matthew? Great Matthew! See ya later Matthew! Bye Matthew!  They thought they were sooo clever. I actually thought so too. 

One evening, approximately 1 day before Thanksgiving, my Matthew C was playing over at Matthew E's house. Ken went to pick him up. He was there for a loooong time. When he got home he told he had made a new best friend. He said Matthew's dad is so funny. They have so much in common. I invited them over for dinner. Tonight. (Me: WHAT?!?!?!!?!?)

That evening Matthew's family came over for dinner. His mom was really nice. A manager at Walmart and a hard worker. His older brother was a 15 year old teenage boy. He didn't really want to be at our house and we didn't really have anything to offer him for entertainment except our Xbox. He kindly deleted all our profiles and made his own. He had a little sister who was 4 years old. We all know how awesome 4 year old girls are. I just wasn't interested in 4 year old girls that evening, so we allowed her to torture Nicole the whole evening. His dad, Jason, was a whole other story. He walked in telling really bad jokes and laughing hysterically at them. He kept telling me how uncanny is was that he and Ken were so much alike. (They are nothing alike.)  He was self employed and spent much of time managing the 6 games on facebook that was publicly addicted to.

Oh, the whole time this conversation was taking place, Ken wasn't home. A lady decided to die and he got a free ticket out of this impromptu dinner party.

When they left LATE that evening (past midnight) I kindly informed Ken that he and Jason were NOTHING alike and then I told him I'd pray for him so he might get a better sense of self.

Time went on and Ken invited their family over for dinner a couple more times but sadly they couldn't come because being a manager at Walmart during the Christmas season left little room for eating dinner in stranger's homes.

During this same time, Ken and I decided that we were going to give weight loss another go and join the local gym. We successfully joined the gym and unsuccessfully accomplished weight loss. Ironically, Matthew E's parents had a membership to the same gym! While Ken and Jason used the elliptical machines, Jason educated Ken about this amazing sports drink he was using. He asked Ken in if he's be interested in trying and Ken said sure. There was just one catch. It couldn't be bought in stores. Luckily, Jason has a business on the side, (because his main focus was facebook) and we could buy the sports drink from Jason. Ken thought that was interesting and asked what the business was. The answer...Amway.  Actually, quickstar, but it's the same business with a new name, all internet based.

Ken listened to his spill, speel, speal ? (no idea, help Rhonda!) I told Ken NO WAY. We weren't buying from him, I wasn't talking to him, we aren't going to his house to listen to a meeting, I don't want to borrow a CD. Jason was relentless.

Each evening when Ken and I would go to the gym, we would take 2 cars because if Jason was there I wasn't going in. Hence the name, Amway Jason from the gym.

Every year we have a New Years Eve party. (Except this year, our first year in 10+ years w/o having one.) We invited some of our friends from the ward and their families. It is a child friendly party. About 4 days before the party Ken told me he invited Matthew E's family. I was really mad. See response to when he invited them over to dinner the first time.  Ken told me not to worry, he didn't think they would be able to make it. I felt a little relieved but not completely. On the day of the party, Ken told me he'd finally heard back from Jason. Their kids were going to spend New Years Eve with some of their friends and his wife had to work late, but he would be able to make it.

He.Came. Alone.

Our plan was to play Apples to Apples, eat a lot of food, laugh a lot and then at midnight ring in the new year and say good night to our guests by 12:15. Sometimes this happens, sometimes the party goes till 5am. We were hoping for the first because of AJFTG, not our other friends who are completely fun and awesome.

The party started at 9. Only one other family was able to make because in a ward with large boundaries you don't always live just down the street from your friends. We did live down the street from most of our friends, those streets just happened to be 20-45 miles long.

Jason showed up almost on time. Through out the entire, LOOOONG evening, he kept telling us how hyper he was feeling. He would tell jokes, that weren't funny, and laugh at himself. Then he would explain that he is normally funnier and he didn't seem to understand what was happening. Maybe it was because he was so hyper.

He successfully ruined a game of Apples to Apples. It was NOT fun. At. All.

Finally, midnight came. Our friends ditched us with this guy at 12:01 am.  Okay, about a quarter after.  Then all that was left, was Jason. The horror!  At 1 in the morning, when he was still talking, Ken sat down on the couch, and FELL ASLEEP! Leaving ever so eloquent and caring me to listen to this guy. Faking interest is not my strong suit. If I don't care, I. Don't. Care! At 1:30, I woke Ken up and told him to go to bed. Then said I was going to go to bed also. Jason kept talking....At 2, Ken stood up and walked down the hall, leaving me alone. Again. At 2:15 I stood up, opened the door and said to Jason, It's been real. Have a good night. I'm tired.

He left 5 minutes later. I slammed the door...on accident. But I was happy it closed so loudly.

I tried to never speak to him again. When I accidentally saw him at the gym, I turned the other way immediately. I wore ear phones, even when I didn't have my music.

I am not Christ like.

And that, is the rest of the story.

ps, I'm going to write a book series kind of like Curious George.

AMJFTG goes to Walmart
AMJFTG does Disneyland
AMJFTG gets fired from facebook.

I like the sound of it.

The stuffed plush will be of a guy who wears high tops with gray sweats and dirty T-shirts. Reddish brown hair and a greasy face.

Anyone with deep pockets interested in backing this venture? Call me.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Dear Gina,

Get off the floor and put some clothes on so you can go to the library. You have a blog to update and you'll need to be wearing more than socks to be admitted into the library.  There are small children there!  Good Grief Girl!
And now for today's math problem:
(provo library)
 +
(Gina)
=
Go Blog! DO IT!


Monday, November 8, 2010

The Big Little Dipper

Ken was just telling Nicole and me about a nurse that was Virginia Mason Hospital last night. He found out she was from Manhattan (KS).  I asked him how he knew that and he said he was just talking to her. He wasn't able to find out her birthday or her favorite cereal, yet he knew where she grew up. (They are dating.)

He told us she was from Manhattan and Nicole asked "New York or Kansas?" He said Kansas, the Big Little Dipper. I corrected him, 'You mean the Little Big Apple?'

HAHAHA!! Funny to us. Funny also that Manhattan, KS (did you know that town existed?) is nicknamed the Little Big Apple. It is NOTHING like NYC - I'm sure of it.

Go Wildcats.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

My own personal blonde moment.

Today I came home from church sick. Nothing to worry about, I just felt really crappy. I managed to lay on the couch and read my RS lesson that I teach on 3rd Sundays, but I was not able to fall asleep. I figured rest was just as good though.

Later in the afternoon, I was feeling tired and decided to go lay down. I slept for a while and when I got up, I realized that I forgot to take out my contacts. (This is the 2nd time in about 10 days, I'm sure I will learn soon.) Anyway, I went into the bathroom to take them out and the first one came out really easily. I stood in front of the mirror to take the second one out and it didn't come out as easily. Right then the phone rang, so I went to answer it. I talked on the phone for about 5 minutes with my vision half blurred. I went back to the bathroom to take out my second contact but I couldn't get it out. I put in tons of eye drops and the little thing was plastered to my eyeball. I was getting a little bit nervous and I was praying that I could get that contact out, and practically swearing that I'd never wear them again if I got the dumb thing out of my eye. Then my phone rang again. It was Ken, I told him about my calamity, he laughed at me. Back to the bathroom I went, I looked in the mirror to get a good look at that contact. Here comes the embarrassing part...I was trying to get my contact out of the wrong eye. Apparantly my right eye has a ring around the iris that looks like a contact. When I tried to take a contact out of my left eye, it was amazing how easily it came out.

Questions I ask myself now, as my right eye is still bloodshot and sore 3 1/2 hours later...

Why didn't I notice I could see really well while trying to get my 'contact' out of my eye?
Why would I be taking out the contact out of my right eye last?
Was I once a blonde???

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