Blind Dates and Bars

So I have decided that my pitiful life provides tons of cannon fodder for my friends. Case in point, I got a text the other night from a friend of mine who is also the Elders Quorum President. He said, "Hey, I'm planning a fun group date Saturday and I want you to be there. So I have an assignment for you." Oh man, not good words for me to read. He later called and explained that there is a guy in our ward that they are wanting to fellowship, and they didn't want him to be the odd man out, so he wanted me to come along so he wouldn't feel weird.

"So, you want me to feel like the odd man out?" I quipped
"No, we want you to come one way or the other, and it's not really a date. We are going to take the Trax train down to Salt Lake and walk around, it will be fun." He lied
"Well, okay, if it's not a date." I conceded

The phone rang again about twenty minutes later, and my friend on the other line says, "He is sooo excited for your date!"
"You sucker, I can't believe you did that!" I said
"I also told him that trains turn you on, so to take you in the back and make out with you." He laughed

So lets just say that I got my revenge. Saturday came and in the early afternoon I had a bridal shower to attend at my moms house, so the group that we were going out with were meeting me there. My sister-in-law (who was one of the members of the group) came in to get me, at which point my wonderfully unabashed aunt Andrea decided it would be hilarious if she pretended to be me. We figured he hadn't ever met me, so he'd be none the wiser. Well she ran out to the van (fifteen passenger by the way), crawled back several rows, snuggled up to this complete stranger, rested her head on his shoulder and said, "Hi, I'm Lisa, where are we off to?"

Poor, poor, poor guy. To say that he turned red would be an understatement. He was so shaken up. Can you imagine, first being in a van full of the Elders Quorum Presidency and their wives when you are inactive is probably anxious enough, but add an overly enthusiastic date to the mix, and boy..... At least he has a great story to tell, if he dares relive the embarrassment.

To make a silly story short here are the things that we can learn from said experience.

1. There will always be something to laugh about
2. Why not go out of your way to befriend someone
3. Always let crazy people talk you into impossible situations, it makes life like a little party
4. Laughter really is the best medicine.
   

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Sentimental Days of Yore

I've been trolling old computers and I have found tons on pictures. I thought I would post a few that really mean a lot to me.
*Caution: Photo overload ahead


Johnny and Ashton on a hike Bridal Veil Falls

John was mad I was snapping all the pics. I kept taking pictures of his bum. (hehehe)

Beautiful little Ethan






Cutie Pie Asthty Boy


Daddy and baby Aves


Here is another complaining picture. "Why are you taking all these crazy pictures?" "Why don't you get over here with the kids, and I'll take some pictures?"

Bum shot, but sure cute



John and I with some of our Youth Conference kids. Book of Mormon charades.

Lindsey Carter, Danielle Wall, Marissa Jensen, Tanner Hales, John, Ashley Volkert, Me, and Trace Tyrell (behind) Youth Conference '07 the Stripling Warriors.

This is me doing "The Parable of the Tide Pen" talk. I thought my talks started after the accident, but now that I see this, I remember that there were a few before.

Me, John, and Jodi and Tim Rankin before the Conference.

This is Lindsey, our niece. This picture makes me feel like he should be walking through the door at any minute. I'm still in shock I think. I can't believe that he's not coming back. Some days I wish I could just get over it. It's been a year and a half, but it feels like a couple of weeks, and and eternity all at the same time. Oh the weirdness of grief. I have come to the conclusion that grief, who I think we should call Frank, is bipolar, or completely schizophrenic. Dang that Frank!