Insert foot – Hive and Nest

Last week our ward was split.   My neighborhood plus a couple of others were sliced off of the mother-ward and combined with a few slices of a neighboring ward.  It will be fine, but there were a lot of really great families in our old ward.  

Anyway, we got a new bishop, a guy I’ve never seen before.  It was also fast Sunday for us.  Since I was still on a high from the new job/selling the house I decided to be the first one up at the podium (the new bishop beat me, darn it!)  I did a nice job, I think, but then totally erased all the spirituality by saying, “I’m in your new ward Bishop!” [turned around and gave a smile and little wave] “just let me say that I hate kids, so please don’t call me to primary!” And then I sat down.

Jeez, I’m an idiot.  Mister gave me the death stare when I sat down (I get that whenever I do something that embarrasses him.  I’m on the receiving end of it a lot.)  The whole rest of the day I had people coming up to me going, “hey, it’s the new Primary president!”  The worst part is that it made me sound like I don’t like my children.  Which I do!  And I’m a super great mom! Fortunately I won’t be the Primary president because I’m not the administrative type.  I always get the teaching callings.  Or my current calling: Enrichment Committee Member (Funnest calling ever!!!)

Yesterday we had to meet with the Stake Presidency (for Mister–not me.  Same calling he had before.)  I finally had a chance to explain my ridiculous testimony.  They laughed and thought what I said was hilarious.  Thank goodness. It’s really been bothering me.  Moral of the story: don’t try to be funny in your testimony.  

And all you members of the new ward–we’ll be staying at the 1:00 time all through next year!!!  The Stake Pres. thought it would look like he was pulling strings if he requested the 9 am time for his home ward.  I said, “you’re supposed to pull strings!  That’s the only perk of being Stake President!”  He’s so much more humble.  Which is why he has that calling and not me (That, and I’m a girl.)