Still Can’t Believe I Lost That Bet!

They ate all the pie. Can you believe it? It is only 10:35 am and two cranberry pecan pies are totally gone. One of the ladies that I work with gets pecans sent to her from Kansas every Christmas. (I don’t really get it either) and this year she got extra pecans for some of the ladies in the office. For most of last week, pecans have been the top of conversation and buzz around the office, with the ladies swapping pecan incorporated recipes.

On Friday, at our lunch and gift exchange, the topic again turned to nuts. One of the ladies told us about a cranberry pecan pie that would change our lives, and stated that she would bring in the recipe. I told her to forget the recipe and just bring in the pie, never expecting her to really bring it in. But low and behold, this morning I came to the office to be greeted by not one, but two cranberry pecan pies.

Now, I seriously have nothing against eating pie at 8:30 in the morning, but didn’t want to be the first person on the pie train. So I waited until more people in the office had grabbed a piece before I made my way over to collect mine. When I looked at the pie an hour later, only about half of the first pie was gone, still leaving lots of pie for the rest of us to seize later. I got on the phone and got some work in and at 10:30 when I finally went to get my piece, it was all gone.

I really don’t care all that much, it just seems like a lot of pie for a bunch of old ladies to eat. I think I am just more mad because, yet again I didn’t bring anything for lunch (I really meant to, and I thought about it last night as I was falling asleep, but I was much too comfortable in my bed to get out and make a sandwich, or something)

Alright, enough about pie. Sorry. On to something else.

How was your weekend? What did you do? Who did you see?

The weekend seemed to be busy, and this morning I complained to RDP that I had to wait until five days until it was again the weekend.

Friday met us with the celebration of our favourite Keely’s birthday/ bar mitzvah. Now I must apologize for leaving the party before it really even began, but I was already not feeling well and in a poor mood from my ludicrous YSA meeting (seriously, who has a meeting at 8:30 on a Friday night?) But I hope you had the happiest of birthdays and I seriously am counting the days until you are home for Christmas.

Saturday somehow made me question my life in YSA. I know! I couldn’t really believe it either. But I had sadly come the realization that I just may be getting a bit too old to continue with some of the foolishness that comes with being in a singles ward. Now, I by no means think I am the pinnacle of maturity, and I have no immediate plans of jumping ship and going back to an even worse fate of the family ward. But recently, I have been wondering about my place in the ward, and sadly coming the realization that I am old hat, and that all of my jokes and stories have been told too many times over for them to be fully appreciated anymore.

(Don’t worry, this story has a happy ending.) So as I am walking into the kitchen to help clean up after the Ward Christmas Party, trying to formulate some sort of plan to gracefully bow out of the YSA world, I began to talk to Brother Thomsen, who jokingly asked me if I had made fully usage of the mistletoe that had been hung up. I responded by pointing out I was well over the average age of our ward and that no one really wants a creepy older girl chasing after them. Brother Thomsen responded by saying, “Don’t give up Denise, our ward needs you at lot more than you think.” There really is never a day that I doubt my bishopric’s love for me, I just seem to sometimes forget.

A big thank you to all of my wonderful choir performers. Sunday had us performing at the Stake Carole Festival. Our choir was definitely one of the best of the night and way better than the contribution London Road made. (way to drop the ball there) Thanks to all of my non-flakey performers for your love, support and enthusiasm. And a special thanks to the real conductor, and best accompanist we really could get, Jenny.

Alright, let’s get back to work. Thanks to everyone who helped with all of the various aspects of the weekend.

Now knowing:
the same shirt can look so great on three different people
at least ideas of what to get everyone for Christmas
well-being is hyphenated

Lots of love.
GL/GS