Monday, June 14, 2010

Will this sort of thing happen a lot?

Last Wednesday I get this call while getting my hair cut. I check the voice mail and find that it was the executive secretary from the ward I'm in; he's calling because the Bishop wants to meet with me. Immediately my stomach drops and I don't want to call back, why? Because my roommate is the Relief Society President and just aged out of the ward; ergo, there is a new need for a RSP. My worst fears were actualized Thursday night when the Bishop extended the calling of RSP.

So what do you do, I ask, when you are newly sustained as RSP and the girl visiting asks to come over to your house for dinner?

Seriously, right after church this girl visiting from Bakersfield (about 2.5/3 hrs east) wants to come over for dinner so they don't have to stop somewhere. Now my attitude is, if you can't make home in 3 hrs without starving, then plan ahead and pack a lunch or be willing to stop off some place and buy something. But whatever, I'm trying to magnify my new calling and tell her I have no idea what we are having for dinner, but sure, why not, come on over for dinner.

So she and her guy-friend came over. My friend Heather pitched in and brought over some food. My roommate made a salad and we ended up having a very nice dinner. So this is all well and good right? What is so bad about that you ask? Well this girl and her friend stayed for about 2.5 hrs just talking about the most random things. Like, for instance, how she used to be 100 lbs lighter. That she has MS, her dad have Parkinson and her brother (which she was trying to get my roommate to agree to date) used to be in shape and employed. Not really selling the family all too well. The conversation just got even more weird and awkward at times, and we didn't know how to hint that we had other things to do. They finally get ready to leave but not before taking all the cookies we had for dessert and bombing our bathroom twice.

So I wonder, will this sort of thing happen a lot with this new calling? Just curious.


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