Dear World,
I once posted about how finals week generally sucks. Like, as a rule. Well....it continues...
As I've prepared for finals, having something go wrong was literally NOT on my mind. At all. Nonetheless, something went wrong.
Let me begin on Monday night. Monday was the day that we were given our finals, and preparation began. Monday night, my sister and her fiancee spent the night on their way home from Arkansas. They left yesterday morning at about 10. However, their car broke down somewhere in Colorado. They had to wait a few hours before they got towed to Durango, which was seriously back tracking their progress. Because they are still unmarried, my mother was going to go and stay the night with them in Durango. Well, my father decided to go as well. So they left as soon as my dad got home from work and headed to Durango. This left me with a lot of responsibility I wouldn't normally have during finals week. Babysitting a bunch of kids while studying? Not easy. Plus being in charge of running them to all the places they need to be. *deep breath* I wasn't excited.
This morning, my car broke down on the way to Seminary.
Yup. You read that correctly. I was driving, and we hit a red light that usually lasts about 3-5 minutes, so I was in the process of flipping a U-turn when my car stopped. It felt like it stalled, only REALLY bad, plus it's not a stick shift... The wheel kinda went thumpthumpthump. We spent about 10 minutes trying to get it going/pushing it out of the two lanes of traffic it was stuck in, until Georgi's mother came to save us. I later found out that she was sick, but had come anyway. What a sweetheart. I called Kolton and he tried to give advice. Then a very nice man stopped and he SOMEHOW got it up into the parking lot at 7 11. He said something about Pistons and brakes, and said it should be fine to drive. Stephanie was going to follow us to Seminary, but my car did the same thing as I tried to drive again. She had to drive Georgi and Nicholas to Seminary while Autumn and I waited in my HEATER-LESS car for twenty minutes. Basically, our car is still there. Sort of between the parking lots of Little Anitas and 7 11. With the hazard lights on, and I'm just sitting here hoping nobody breaks in. Nothing valuable is in it, but still. It's Big La Quanda, my car.
So, my parents are out of town because my sisters car broke down, and MY car broke down...We were out in the cold for over an hour. It was pretty horrid. Now neither Autumn or I have a way of getting to work tomorrow, and all of my siblings activities had to be canceled.
Bleck. Finals, bring it. I can take it.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
EHRMAGERSH. I lost the Liahona.
In general, I try not to be a sacrilegious person.
You know the post is gonna be good when I start with a line like that...^^
Saturday was the YW General Broadcast, for my fellow Mormons. In my stake, we had the Personal Progress Recognition Dinner before hand. Hit two birds with one stone, ya know? The program went as follows:
Recognition
Dinner
Broadcast
The Recognition consisted of every young woman who had received her medallion sitting on the stand and taking turns in a predestined order talking about something they'd gained from their experience in the program. *I* was unaware of this, and since I got there about 4 minutes late, it came as a bit of a surprise when I looked at the program and realized that *I* was next. Needless to say, my little "speech" was a bit flustered and didn't make much sense. You can laugh about that.
After I'd returned to my seat (there was NO way I was sitting up there), I *tried* to pay attention to the other girls.
It is necessary at this point to mention that Georgi was sitting next to me.
So, this one girl gets up to give her little shpeel. Now, I know this girl, somewhat. She's the girl that suggested that we darn socks for our fun pioneer activity at Trek. I hope that prepares you. SO, she's telling us about her experience reading The Book of Mormon for her Virtue project. And she says, "My favorite part of reading the scriptures is that I can really relate to the obstacles they have, because they are some of the exact trials I go through in my life."
I immediately turned to Georgi and whispered, "Yeah, I remember that time that my brothers were beating me with rods. Thank goodness an Angel came and saved me!" Trust me, I feel a bit bad, but her reaction was priceless.
After she'd stopped laughing she said something along the lines of, "I remember the time I was thrown in a Lions' Den. I'm really glad an Angel shut their mouths so they didn't eat me."
It kinda continued like that...
"I remember that time I was asked to watch over the Kings' sheep, and those guys came and tried to steal them. I chopped off all their arms."
"There was that one time that me and a few buddies got thrown in a fire. Jesus saved me."
"Dude, the worst was when my older brothers were jealous of how awesome I am, so they tied me to a mast on our ship. God got really mad at them."
"I remember finding the Liahona outside my tent that one time! If only my older brothers would've been more obedient, it would've worked better!"
"Do you remember camping outside and listening to King Benjamin??"
"I remember scalping that one dude who wouldn't listen to reason and put down his weapons of war."
I wish I could remember more of them. But we laughed for about 15 more minutes, just saying one whenever we thought of one. Hey, at least we know the scriptures pretty well...
Another thing that probably pissed off EVERYONE around us was the fact that we felt it would be funny to say "EHRMAGERSH" in front of everything. All day.
"EHR MA GERSH. TRERMP STERMPS."
"EHR MA GERSH. PERSERNAL PERGRESS."
"EHR MA GERSH. VACERM MER CER."
"EHR MA GERSH. UCHTDERF."
"EHR MA GERSH. THERFTSHERP."
"EHR MA GERSH. TERCER BERL."
"EHR MA GERSH. PERP RERCKS."
"EHR MA GERSH. DA BERK ERF MERMEN."
"EHR MA GERSH. CERB."
"EHR MA GERSH. CHERCLERATE STREWBERRIES."
You get the picture. WE thought it was hilarious. We did it ALL day. Literally. Besides the fact that we're incredibly hilarious, we're also incredibly annoying. Please come be our friends. ;)
ALSO. I made my brother the coolest shirt in existence. Like, for real. He has worn in three times since I made it for him on Wednesday. It's THAT cool. So, look at it. Love it. https://www.etsy.com/listing/127688254/boys-bowties-are-cool-t-shirt?
Why yes, I am promoting my etsy shop on my blog! ;)
You know the post is gonna be good when I start with a line like that...^^
Saturday was the YW General Broadcast, for my fellow Mormons. In my stake, we had the Personal Progress Recognition Dinner before hand. Hit two birds with one stone, ya know? The program went as follows:
Recognition
Dinner
Broadcast
The Recognition consisted of every young woman who had received her medallion sitting on the stand and taking turns in a predestined order talking about something they'd gained from their experience in the program. *I* was unaware of this, and since I got there about 4 minutes late, it came as a bit of a surprise when I looked at the program and realized that *I* was next. Needless to say, my little "speech" was a bit flustered and didn't make much sense. You can laugh about that.
After I'd returned to my seat (there was NO way I was sitting up there), I *tried* to pay attention to the other girls.
It is necessary at this point to mention that Georgi was sitting next to me.
So, this one girl gets up to give her little shpeel. Now, I know this girl, somewhat. She's the girl that suggested that we darn socks for our fun pioneer activity at Trek. I hope that prepares you. SO, she's telling us about her experience reading The Book of Mormon for her Virtue project. And she says, "My favorite part of reading the scriptures is that I can really relate to the obstacles they have, because they are some of the exact trials I go through in my life."
I immediately turned to Georgi and whispered, "Yeah, I remember that time that my brothers were beating me with rods. Thank goodness an Angel came and saved me!" Trust me, I feel a bit bad, but her reaction was priceless.
After she'd stopped laughing she said something along the lines of, "I remember the time I was thrown in a Lions' Den. I'm really glad an Angel shut their mouths so they didn't eat me."
It kinda continued like that...
"I remember that time I was asked to watch over the Kings' sheep, and those guys came and tried to steal them. I chopped off all their arms."
"There was that one time that me and a few buddies got thrown in a fire. Jesus saved me."
"Dude, the worst was when my older brothers were jealous of how awesome I am, so they tied me to a mast on our ship. God got really mad at them."
"I remember finding the Liahona outside my tent that one time! If only my older brothers would've been more obedient, it would've worked better!"
"Do you remember camping outside and listening to King Benjamin??"
"I remember scalping that one dude who wouldn't listen to reason and put down his weapons of war."
I wish I could remember more of them. But we laughed for about 15 more minutes, just saying one whenever we thought of one. Hey, at least we know the scriptures pretty well...
Another thing that probably pissed off EVERYONE around us was the fact that we felt it would be funny to say "EHRMAGERSH" in front of everything. All day.
"EHR MA GERSH. TRERMP STERMPS."
"EHR MA GERSH. PERSERNAL PERGRESS."
"EHR MA GERSH. VACERM MER CER."
"EHR MA GERSH. UCHTDERF."
"EHR MA GERSH. THERFTSHERP."
"EHR MA GERSH. TERCER BERL."
"EHR MA GERSH. PERP RERCKS."
"EHR MA GERSH. DA BERK ERF MERMEN."
"EHR MA GERSH. CERB."
"EHR MA GERSH. CHERCLERATE STREWBERRIES."
You get the picture. WE thought it was hilarious. We did it ALL day. Literally. Besides the fact that we're incredibly hilarious, we're also incredibly annoying. Please come be our friends. ;)
ALSO. I made my brother the coolest shirt in existence. Like, for real. He has worn in three times since I made it for him on Wednesday. It's THAT cool. So, look at it. Love it. https://www.etsy.com/listing/127688254/boys-bowties-are-cool-t-shirt?
Why yes, I am promoting my etsy shop on my blog! ;)
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