Snowpocalypse!

Was the snowpocalypse canceled? Because, I didn't get the memo.

Also, I should so totally become a meteorologist. Check me out: Today there is a 15% chance of vagueness with a 25% chance of inciting panic.

I wonder how much these folks pay for their schooling?

What the French, Toast?

There are some shenanigans going on in my family right now. We could all use some prayers/mojo/good thoughts.

Rough Couple of Weeks

About two weeks ago on Wednesday, I got a call from the Ward's Executive Secretary asking me if I could meet with the Bishop on Thursday.  I let Brother Secretary know that I would be with the young women.  Brother Secretary told me it would be okay to meet with the Bishop during that time.  I said sure, and wondered what he wanted to talk to me about.

Thursday came, and I'm hanging out with the girls, painting crafts, and then excused myself to see the Bishop.  When I walked in he shut the door and asked if he could pray.  I said sure, not really sure what all of this was about.  I got very concerned when he asked for the gift of discernment.

He then proceeded to inform me of a concern someone brought to him about me.  I'm not going to get into the details of what the concern was, but it shocked me.  I didn't know what to say to him, what to think.  I was really in a state of shock.  Needless to say the concern was negated once he spoke to me, but I was left with a huge hole in my heart.

I wanted to know who it was that went to the Bishop.  And why would they go to him before they came to me?  I was so mad and I couldn't make sense of it at all. 

Sunday was very rough for me.  I tried to have a spirit of forgiveness for me where this anonymous person was concerned, but without knowing who I needed to forgive... I felt lost--my heart was so heavy.  During the time between the confortantion with the Bishop and Sunday, I was considering everyone close to me as the culprit.  This was driving me mad.

I couldn't even look one of my closest friends in the world, Jennifer (the YW President), in the face.  I knew that once I looked in her eyes, I would break down.  She was upset because I was avoiding her and wouldn't look at her.  She cornered me, I lost it, and told her everything.  She was MAD.  Really mad.  It made me feel better that she and Melissa supported me in thinking this was nuts.

Later that night there was a fireside for the youth, and I had decided I wasn't going to attend.  I was still so hurt.  When I was taking a shower, President Hinckley came to my mind.  When his mother died when he was on his mission, he was distraught.  He wrote home to his father about this.  His father wrote back telling him to "forget yourself and get to work."  That is what I decided to do.

It was hard for me to be there, for sure, but Jennifer made it easier for me.  When the night was over, the Bishop called me into his office.  AGAIN.  This time, he told me that they were releasing the Young Woman's Presidency.  He was quick to tell me we were all being released, not just me: this wasn't because of me.  But how in the hell can I feel otherwise?

Yesterday I was released, and I am still reeling.  I have been released from callings before, out of the blue, even, and I knew that it was right.  I still don't feel like this was right.  But, I have faith that the Lord has his time table for everything, and that I was in this place at this time for some reason, I just have to look for it.

I am not sure what I am wanting to accomplish with this post.  It is not to defame my Bishop.  I love him, and I know that he was acting in the best interest of me, this anonymous person, the Young Women, and the ward. 


I guess I just needed to get this off my heart so I can start getting over this.  I wish I had some way to get to work and forget myself.

Dairy/Lactose is of the DEVIL!

I'm at Melissa's house watching her kids (or currently ignoring her kids, as the case may be) while she's at the eye doctor with her eldest.

She just found out that said oldest kid has to now go on a dairy-free/lactose-free diet.  For six months.  To make life easier on herself, everyone in the family is going dairy free.

Do any of you out there have any suggestions, tips, tricks, websites, books, witch doctors that might help make this a little bit easier on her? 

Any and all recomendations will help.  Especially those witch doctors.

From My Cell Phone

Now this is what I love about the state of technology... I can blog from my cell phone.

Sicker Still

I was going about my day yesterday and I noticed I started coughing for what appeared to be no reason.  This is not the sort of thing which fills my heart with songs of happiness and love.  It fills my heart with a dread similar to IRS audits and and wrecking someone else's car.

I've been invited to a party tonight, and I'm on the fence as to if I go or not.  I mean, I feel perfectly fine, but I'm starting to have more productive coughs (see how I kept that nice and free of grossness?), and I don't want to be hacking and spewing over everyone and all of the deserts.

Which then begs the question "Do I go to Church tomorrow?"  I want to go to Church, but I don't want to get people sick, you know?  Presenteeism causes so many more problems than people think.  There are too many people in my Ward who I do NOT want to get sick.  Ugh.  Decisions!

Other than that, I've got a job lead from the Employment Agency I have decided to use.  The lead is for a company here in my area, and hopefully I'll have an interview soon.  I had to take all of the usual tests for Excel, Word, typing speed, and data entry skills.  I got a 97% on my Excel, and 100% on my Word.  Hopefully this will land me a job.  I want a job!

Come On, Get Down With The Sickness

I've got some sort of nasal congestion going on in my head.  Normally I wouldn't be too worried with a cold, but I have a job interview (hopefully soon) and I'll be singing in about a month, so I need to be in tip-top shape!  Ugh, stupid cold.

In other news, I'm going back to bed to sleep the cold away.  Adieu.