Sunday, August 27, 2006

Social Faux Pas and other musings

It is best when speaking with a nice blind lady who brings you dinner NOT to talk about how excited you are for autumn to come. She might feel a little left out when you exclaim how you can't wait to see all the beautiful colors that the East Coast has to offer during that time of year. When she responds with "Yes, well, I wouldn't know about that.", trying to smooth it over by saying you REALLY just want autumn to come for the more mild weather will most likely come across as a weak way to remove your foot from your mouth.

When being called to the position of second councelor in the Primary, it is best not to burst out laughing and say " Wow! I've never had a REAL calling before! Holy Crap!" Ok, so I say "Holy Crap" but I sure felt like it. And the Bishop was quick to tactifully tell me that there is no such thing a "real calling", every member a missionary and all that jazz. Hm. Apparently, he's never been in a ward where they set apart kids for bogus positions such as "Head Hymn Book Passer-Outer" and "Ward 'Happy Birthday' Wisher."

You might be wondering why a blind woman brought us dinner. Well, the ward brought us dinner when we first moved in a couple of weeks ago because our house was trashed and it was just a bad situation. The people who had lived there before left behind tiolet bowls that were brown and hadn't been cleaned in months, a refrigerator that hadn't been cleaned out in years, it looked like, along with dirty counters, filthy sinks, grimey floors, etc. Since we closed back in June and let them live there until their house was finished getting built (without demanding any kind of security deposit, etc), they knew we were eager to move in, Brandon had a tight schedule, and we didn't have any where else to go, so they had us and took advantage of our situation and if I were back in high school, I would probably find out where their new house was and then TP it.

Anyway, some wonderful girls from the RS came and helped clean, people brought us dinner, which was totally unecessary, especially getting dinner from a blind woman. It took us a lot longer to move in since we were cleaning like mad and the carpet cleaners still have to come and redo everything, so things aren't up against the baseboards like they normally would be, since the carpet along the baseboards are filthy. ANYWAY, other than the carpets, everything is clean now and moved in. We've done a lot of work. I will post just a couple of pictures, but keep in mind that these were not meant to be the official "Here's Our New House!" pictures, so I didn't clean or set anything up and there's still a lot left to do, like put up curtains and little stuff like that, so here is just a couple of pictures to tie you over until then. Ok just kidding - the photo thingee isn't working. I'll post some later. Try to get some sleep until then...

1 comment:

[alisar] said...

Your post about the people who took advantage of your kindness got Chad and I talking about the natural state of man. Is man only "good" when it is in his best interest? A depressing point to ponder, really. We came out of the discussion feeling a little despondent - I really think most people are selfishly motivated, sad, sad, sad. So sorry you got the shaft. But I've seen the pics of your newly remodeled place and it looks beautiful, so there's your redemption!
On to blind old ladies and the wonders of fall. Welcome to my world! One in which every week or so I say something so TOTALLY unacceptable that it literally leaves mouths a'gaping. Just last night our new friends told us about an awesome New York City trip they took last winter. I exclaimed that was one of my dreams too, but we probably wouldn't be able to go there for 10-15 years because I wanted to really do it in STYLE. WHAT???????? Did I just insinuate that they did the white-trash-version of NYC and that I would wait until I could do it right??? Sick. I should not be allowed in public.
I have learned that in terms of the number of words that come out of my mouth, Less in certainly better than more.