Friday, February 27, 2009

The Latest Church Calling



Heh heh, I just realized I made a punny...

Ok, so about two Sundays ago I was called and sustained to my new calling (one of the four I now have, ahem): Building Security.

Basically I head over to our chapel at (or anytime after, I'm guessing) 10:30pm to secure the building. Make sure doors are locked, windows locked, etc.

After tonight I think I know why I'm supposed to have this calling: too many scary movies growing up.

Here's the routine:

1) Pull up and park right next to the sidewalk leading to the door-which I always want to do on Sundays, but it's not really a parking space.

2) Walk swiftly to the door, making sure not to look into the dark hallway because maybe, just maybe, I'll see...something.

3) As soon as the door is unlocked, reach as quickly as possible for light switch to illuminate the hall...ahhh, sigh of relief.

4) Open door to cultural hall and prop it open. The light from the hall is less uncomfortable than the eerie green glow from the Exit sign on the far side of the cultural hall. Yeah I know there's also a safety light over there, but hey...

5) Walk over to double doors: check.

6) Check kitchen door, reminding self that the noise coming from the kitchen is probably just an automatic fan kicking on somewhere.

7) Walk back over to the door I left propped open. Crossing the darkened cultural hall with the eerie green light was not possible tonight because the other ward had left things set up for some kind of community yard sale, I think.

8) Head towards the south side of the building. Check doors facing west: check.

9) Turn on south hallway lights.

10) Open nursery door, check windows.

11) Other classroom windows on south side.

12) South doors checked.

13) Turn off south hallway light and (gulp) head towards the chapel.

14) Open doors to chapel. Very dark. Only light I can see (or choose to see) is another eerily green Exit sign. Notice strong smell of...old man smell? What is that smell?

15) Whew, made it through the dark chapel to the north side of the building.

16) Walk quickly to light switch: switch on.

17) Head up stairs towards Primary wing of building. Another hallway light switch turned on.

18) Check all the windows. I make sure to drag my feet all the way so as to make noise that I recognize.

19) I usually decide to start whistling a tune on this side of the chapel.

20) The Primary room is all secure.

21) I pause in the room with the CTR shields up on the wall, reminding myself what the building is for and checking to see if any of my kids' names are on there. Nope.

22) The upstairs bathroom, boys bathroom. Motion sensor light switch. I hate that the one stall door is closed, and try not to think about it because that's not my job to check the stall, right?

23) Turn off upstairs hallway light.

24) Downstairs to the Relief Society part of the building.

25) More windows to check. Try not to see faces in the windows looking in.

26) Relief Society room. Why do I suddenly think of Night of the Living Dead? Pshaw...and then I hurriedly walk AWAY from the curtained door and windows.

27) Downstairs bathroom, ladies room. Another motion sensor light. Only go in far enough to see that window is locked.

28) Off with that hallway light.

29) Around the corner to the outside doors facing north that go right into the parking lot. I don't linger here because the, um, darkness that emanates from the stage.

30) Head back over to the west facing doors on this side of the chapel. Turn off the lights, try to ignore what sounds like a door shutting somewhere else in the building, and curse the hydraulic thingamajiggy that doesn't let the door shut fast enough.

31) Eyes on the door that goes into the chapel right by the sacrament table. Eyes ONLY on the door. Check.

32) Turn and walk around the north side of the chapel, double checking doors along the way. Again, avoiding any possible eye contact with...um...the inside of the chapel.

33) Up the outside stairs to the Primary room. No eye contact.

34) Back around the chapel towards the East side, where I started.

35) Check the kitchen door. Check the double doors to the cultural hall.

36) Head on back to the first door I entered. Key into lock, open door, reach in to turn off the light, bound down the steps to, uh, get back home quickly.

37) Get into car, check back seats. You never know.

38) Drive around south side, stop car. Leave it running. Double check south facing doors and the west facing doors on this side of building. DO NOT LOOK INTO CHAPEL.

39) Speedwalk back to car because it's, um, so cold outside.

40) Drive away back to the safety of my own home.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Giggles at the Temple

Rebecca and I went to the temple today, haven't been for a while (what, like 8 months?)

I definitely walked away smiling, not just because of the good spirit in there, but things that I giggled about...okay, not literally, but at least inside.

1) The name of the person I was doing work for. Nothing beats the "Batman" episode with Rebecca, but for me personally, today's name made me do a double take. If anyone who reads this remembers the Street Fighter franchise of video games, there was a character you could choose who had long arms, long legs, and blew fire. The guy's name I was doing work for was very similar...and he was from India, too.

2) One of Buddy O'Neal's favorite reasons to stay away from the Provo Temple: the temple busybody. I kept thinking that dad would be totally giggling at this old lady as we sat in the chapel waiting our turn, 'cuz she got so flabbergasted at another temple worker who was trying to offer a solution that just didn't work for her. Seriously, it was about where people should be sitting in the chapel. Seriously. I can totally see dad giggling about it.

3) The doily thingy on the altar. I kept smiling because I kept thinking of Mary O'Neal. She'd totally want to straighten the doily thingy. I thought about it enough that I actually tried to straighten it (we were the witness couple), and then I smiled at myself for trying. Kinda funny...

OK, so maybe not so funny. Guess maybe you just had to be there.

Twas a good visit to the temple.

And yes, the Provo Temple celestial room has a new chandelier. I even asked a worker.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

A Poem

Found on an American Greetings card my dad sent me:

ALL ABOUT FARTS

A fart can be quiet,
a fart can be loud,
Some leave a powerful
poisonous cloud...

A fart can be short,
or a fart can be long,
Some farts have been known
to sound just like a song...

A fart can create a most curious medley,
A fart can be harmless,
or silent but deadly...

A fart might not smell,
while others are vile,
a fart may pass quickly,
or linger awhile...

A fart can occur
in a number of places,
And leave everyone
with strange looks on their faces...

From wide-open prairie,
to small elevators,
a fart will find all of us
sooner or later...

But not all farts are bad,
this is simply not true-
we mustn't forget...

Dear,
sweet,
old farts
like you.

Happy Birthday, son!"

Monday, December 15, 2008

Don't fit



So, yesterday on the way to Gramma and Grampa O'Neal's house, James and I were getting into a little back and forth, "no I'm not!" "Yes, you are!" "No, I'm NOT!" "Yes you are!"

James pulls this out:

J: "Dad, you're a LEGO."

Me: "What? Why am I a LEGO?"

J: "'Cuz you don't fit!"

Hmmm...

Out of the mouths of babes...

And no, Isaac didn't teach him that one...

Monday, December 8, 2008

Snowman



James, upon seeing the first snowfall of the year, was standing just outside our front door letting the snow fall on his head.

Dad, dressed in shorts and t-shirt, yelled at him to shut the door.

Says Dad, exasperated, "What were you doing out there?"

Responds James, "I was trying to make a snowman."

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Thanksgiving Eve with Grampa O.


The cousins. We're by the windmills in Spanish Fork Canyon. 'Twas chilly, mostly due to, well, wind. Duh.


The windmills were near a quarry. The boys went down for a look. Tayler and Isaac are there at the top. Uncle Kurt is there in his white hoodie. And yes, that's James following them up. Sigh.

Grampa O took us to check out the trains over in East Bay, Provo. This is Uncle Matt with Paden, who loves trains.
Then we grabbed some pizza and went to the park in Payson by the bandstand. The boys started up a game of tag, but when Ty seemed to be at a major disadvantage, the rules changed to not being able to touch the ground. That leveled the playing field quite a bit, was fun to see Matt and Kurt flying back and forth.





Even Grampa O got in on the fun!







James getting dirty...and leaving a message. For someone. I really should have taken a picture of him when he pulled his pants down to pee on a tree.

All in all, a good morning.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Ummm...yeah

My brother in Hawaii had me check out this website.

Interesting...

www.HowObamaGotElected.com

Essentially talking about media bias in the recent presidential campaigns.

FYI, I take this with a big grain of salt, being that the source is...well, the media. But makes you think...and wonder...