Is it something in the weather?
Saturday, September 29th, 2007
It’s snowing right now in Utah, and although the ground is still too warm for it to stick, at least on the valley floor, the mountains are getting a pretty good frosting.
And it seems to be making people testy.
Why, even my AOL was snippy to me.
I tried to close a window, clicking on the nice little link that said, “Close this window,” and another message popped up saying, “We cannot close this window. Please close it yourself.”
Sheesh.
I think SOMEISP needs some cheering up. So, here’s a few tidbits from Mormonville, aimed at tickling your funny bone. I am currently, while in the midst of a personal change, living with my very Mormon parents. Life is interesting, every.single.day. These are random, in no order, and some have absolutely no meaning. Whatever.
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So the doorbell rings, and the parents are gone to some Church meeting, or a canning assignment, or possibly Walmart. And so I answer it. There stand the missionaries. (My dad’s current church calling has something to do missionaries. Perhaps Chief Missionary Herder.) “Is Elder Collins here?”
“Nope, sorry.”
“Okay.”
So, I take a quick look at their nametags and stop cold. Should I comment? No, no. No comments. I tell them I will leave a message with my dad, and shut the door. Will.Not.Open.Door. Will.Not.Comment. Ah, can’t help myself. I open the door back up. “Is your name REALLY Elder Lord?” I ask the one who looks twelve.
He gets a “oh brother” look on his face, and kicks his feet like a four-year-old. “Yup,” he mumbles.
“Bet you get teased about that.”
“Yup.” Somebody give that poor kid some pie. He deserves it.
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The phone rings. “Is Brother Collins there?”
“No, sorry. Can I take a message?”
“This is their home teacher.”
Okay. Waiting. Nothing. Is there an appropriate to response to “This is their home teacher” that someone forgot to teach me back when they were cramming rote prayers and answers down my throat?
“Well, they are not here. I’ll tell them you called, Mr. uh, Home Teacher.”
He does not correct me, or give me his name.
Perhaps this IS his given name. If so, it would make it easy to give HIM his Church calling, huh?
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Did you know that on cable television, you can watch 24 hours of nothing but Little House on the Prairie, The Andy Griffith Show, Matlock and Leave it to Beaver, and NEVER have to hear one word that is even SLIGHTLY questionable? Well, except maybe beaver, but don’t tell that to my dad.
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So there you have it. A few snippets from Behind the Zion Curtain. Happy Snowy Saturday!
It’s snowing right now in Utah, and although the ground is still too warm for it to stick, at least on the valley floor, the mountains are getting a pretty good frosting.
And it seems to be making people testy.
Why, even my AOL was snippy to me.
I tried to close a window, clicking on the nice little link that said, “Close this window,” and another message popped up saying, “We cannot close this window. Please close it yourself.”
Sheesh.
I think SOMEISP needs some cheering up. So, here’s a few tidbits from Mormonville, aimed at tickling your funny bone. I am currently, while in the midst of a personal change, living with my very Mormon parents. Life is interesting, every.single.day. These are random, in no order, and some have absolutely no meaning. Whatever.
********
So the doorbell rings, and the parents are gone to some Church meeting, or a canning assignment, or possibly Walmart. And so I answer it. There stand the missionaries. (My dad’s current church calling has something to do missionaries. Perhaps Chief Missionary Herder.) “Is Elder Collins here?”
“Nope, sorry.”
“Okay.”
So, I take a quick look at their nametags and stop cold. Should I comment? No, no. No comments. I tell them I will leave a message with my dad, and shut the door. Will.Not.Open.Door. Will.Not.Comment. Ah, can’t help myself. I open the door back up. “Is your name REALLY Elder Lord?” I ask the one who looks twelve.
He gets a “oh brother” look on his face, and kicks his feet like a four-year-old. “Yup,” he mumbles.
“Bet you get teased about that.”
“Yup.” Somebody give that poor kid some pie. He deserves it.
******************
The phone rings. “Is Brother Collins there?”
“No, sorry. Can I take a message?”
“This is their home teacher.”
Okay. Waiting. Nothing. Is there an appropriate to response to “This is their home teacher” that someone forgot to teach me back when they were cramming rote prayers and answers down my throat?
“Well, they are not here. I’ll tell them you called, Mr. uh, Home Teacher.”
He does not correct me, or give me his name.
Perhaps this IS his given name. If so, it would make it easy to give HIM his Church calling, huh?
*************************************************************
Did you know that on cable television, you can watch 24 hours of nothing but Little House on the Prairie, The Andy Griffith Show, Matlock and Leave it to Beaver, and NEVER have to hear one word that is even SLIGHTLY questionable? Well, except maybe beaver, but don’t tell that to my dad.
**************************************************************
So there you have it. A few snippets from Behind the Zion Curtain. Happy Snowy Saturday!
