This Week's Lesson

Going to a new ward is always fun. Yeah, not so much.

I don't want new friends. I like my old ones. I'm not the outgoing social butterfly type. I like meeting new, interesting, fun and exciting people. Not because I am. I'm totally not. But it makes up for the lack thereof. The only problem is wading through all the ones that aren't. OK, that wasn't nice. I'm sorry. Except sorry implies change. So, I'm not sorry I just have to work on keeping my mouth shut more.

I'm sure the new ward is very nice. Nothing against them, I just really, really, really loved our old ward. We actually would have moved sooner but didn't want to leave the ward. Then we thought. This is dumb. The church is true wherever you go. We need to move. So we did. Now I'm not so sure. What are the chances of me again meeting gals like the 'old ward'? They don't think I've completely gone off my rocker when I ask them which celebrity couple they would want to swing with. Without even missing a beat they reply with "Brangelina." Oh how I will miss ditching Sunday School to gab in the parking lot! I know we sound like a bunch of irreverent teenagers, but honestly we aren't. Some of my most faith promoting "buck up- you can get through this" talks have been in the parking lot.

I was relieved though after my Relief Society President came to visit me this week and welcomed me to the ward. This is what she said straight out..."I've only been the Relief Society President for a month, but I want you to know my feelings on it. Relief Society is not for cliques. It is for everyone. I don't care if you are single, married, with our without children, working, in school whatever. Relief Society is where we help build each other's testimonies and faith in Christ no matter where we are at in life." I immediately liked her. Guess that means I will be making a regular appearance at Relief Society. What would it take to get me to read the lesson ahead of time?

Speaking of lessons. I don't know how it came up but my sister (who happens to be single and have hair like Catherine Zeta Jones), told me this week that when there is a sale at Victoria's Secret she and another single friend go and buy lingerie. Apparently they've got quite the supply packed away in plastic bins with the tags still on. You know... for the future. They actually call it their 'food storage'. Interesting perspective on “prepare every needful thing.”

Mom- if you read this, you've raised a bunch of hooligans. We might ditch class and twist certain doctrines to feed our shopping habits, but we would never, no NEVER run in the chapel. Promise.