me? you godda be kiddin.

well well well..im pretty much doing this blog for anna.....let her get another good ole laugh. laughing is good. so, for the past four years i have had a number of callings. i started out in young womens and loved every single second of it! movie nights, pedicures, gossip, and ice cream. man i miss all that teen anxt! after arden was born i was moved into nurshry for about two years. nurshry was....how do i say this? um...hillarious?! yeah it was. fights and blocks and snack time. lets not forget that my kid went through a "fun" biting stage during the last half of my calling. here is me when parents picked up the kids; "he/she got bit...by that little bald one over there, whose kid is that anyway?" not mine!! so now, thats done with. we moved and now we have a great new ward. so far i have been "callingless" for a few months, until last week when i had a bomb droped on me. so they sit me down and i know its calling !and im thinking nurshry i know its nurshry!! in my head im seeing poopie pants and goldfish crackers, bite wounds....stuff like that. NOPE NOT EVEN COSE!!!! here we go.....i am the new ward corister! you know the lady who leads the hymns in sacrament meeting?what are they thinking? the building is going to go up in flames! ivins ward is doomed! the woman with this calling is supposed to be the mother eart tipe. shes supposed to sing like an angel and wear eccentric fairy dresses. shes supposed to be gracefull and angelic. i am none of these. i am weird and short,im clumsy, not to mention i laugh like homer simpson. insted of saying no like wanted too,i accepted my calling and had a good ole laugh. my husband was shocked. hes going to be so embarrased every sunday.anna said i need beads to wear in my fingers? what the?! now i think i need an entire new wardrobe. i refuse to not look hot up there singing onward christian soldiers. the way i see it is....if i cant sing and i dont know the arm movements i can at least look cute right? yeah more like big retard. im going to look like a midget up there. im going to die! im going to start dancing and maby do the solja boy. if i can remember how that lady did it on ellen once. in jr high i was in choir and i freeking sucked. im like the kid who locks her knees and passes out on the bleachers. i sing in my car and its bad....reel bad.its funny, and its not. im just going to have to look on the bright side! i get to pick the hymns and put the numbers up. i'll convince beau that all my clothes are ugly and that i need to look "appropriate" for the job. goodbye emily hello mother earth.