Oh SNAP!

Aw, February, it’s been awhile, say, 11 months?
How
do
you
do?

This month is jam-packed. Primary Activity. February Sharing Time. Branch activity. The moose goes back to Ivy patch and is trying on some MITtens this semester. Valentine’s Day. President’s day. And a Give-Away? Whew.


Speaking of Valentines, I’m sure lucky to have mine.

Last week I had him document an infrequent exhibit at our house: me, dressed-head-to-sneaks, cover-girled, and hair flipped, BEFORE NOON, on a WEEK DAY.

I’ll let you catch your breath...

… alrighty, let’s resume this blog entry.
Michael gladly took this opportunity to be goofy inventive. The first picture of 110, really illustrates my annoyance as Mike did not give nor take any direction at the beginning of the impromptu photo shoot.

Then he started to hand me random “props" . . .

And kept repeatedly commanding
“Pose!” “Pose!”

“Pose!”
causing me to fall over in fits of laughter to the point of tears.

But his “method” worked. We got some pretty good shots.

On Saturday I went to the church building to tape up flyers for the upcoming branch activity. There was a YSA conference being held. I haven’t seen the halls of the church so busy with bodies, ever. There was lots of giggling, hugging, flirting, and nausea (exclusively on my part). I was wearing blue jeans (Old Navy Flirt, best 20-something I ever spent and probably the most I ever spent on a pair of jeans) and hanging up flyers for a branch activity, while everyone else was Sunday-dressed and scripture-toting. It was obvious I was out of place, but I bustled along trying to get in and out so my Saturday could continue on its leisure course. But every corner I turned, even in the mother’s room, a YSA tried to instigate a conversation with me. Argh.

Because of Stephanie Meyer, the “Twilight Zone” gives new meaning to the experience. Absurd and extremely hokey. Upon leaving the building I reestablished my gratitude to be married and managing to leave the “meet” market fairly unscaved.

For my single readers, I’d just like to say, you are my heroes, and I advise you to make the most of your super time. As a young single adult you have unlimited potential to do good. Visit the temple often. Serve often in various callings, in the community, and extend service to those around you. Enrich your lives. Ladies, continue your personal progress. While I was single I was persistent to crack open my personal progress book and do projects every other week. Heck, if you are a woman, no matter the stage of life, browse through a personal progress book and give an activity or experience a whirl.

In the words of Holden Caulfield, whatever you do just don’t be

“phoney.”

Be genuine. Be sincere. When the time does come and you meet your mate, no slide of hand has ever resulted in a good marriage. If you aren’t a social person, don’t force yourself to be. As I told a friend once, “I'm a pretty aloof person. It has always bugged me that I could never sit in RS alone-- someone always has to do the ‘right thing’ and sit next to the ‘lonely’ person. It creeps me out.” (Are you beginning to understand why I'm on the activities committee? :) )


Not every guy wants a multi-task and talented, mega-social Molly Mormon.
My husband married a

Cindy “I leave my towels on the floor” Convert.

He couldn’t be happier.

And neither could I.
(And now, I even have photographic evidence.)

Post script:
On my way to church yesterday I spotted some turkeys. No signs of Mr. Gobbles yet though.
Should I be concerned?