Wednesday, April 22, 2009

There are lessons in life that I choose to not learn

Last night I went to FHE (not a shocker, given I have the unfortunate calling of being in charge) and I came to the conclusion that my life is pretty depressing. FHE was combined with two other wards in the Valley. I say Valley because literally, we were in the Valley. Like, South Jordan Valley. FHE was in the BFE. Gosh, the lengths I go for my calling. I better get serious points in heaven.

This combined FHE was a 2 hour lecture on dating. Shoot. Me. Now. Ok, it really wasn't that bad. It was actually quite entertaining and frankly, I probably should have been taking notes. Because clearly, by my current single status, I could use all the help I could get.

The depressing part came when I realized that the week of my brother's wedding (this Thursday), I am sitting in a ward chapel learning how to flirt. Seriously? Is this my life?

However, after I witnessed myself spiraling into a state of self pity and bitterness, I remembered my life isn't depressing at all. Because in 12 short days, I will be joining two friends on a cruise to the Bahamas. We booked the cruise 5 days ago and I couldn't be any happier with such an uncharacteristic spontaneous decision.

It all comes down to the fact that I get a week off of FHE. Definitely an answer to my prayers.
And yes I realize that I will probably have my calling until I learn to love it. Unfortunately, I just don't ever seen that happening.


Daybreaking Dickersons said...

I've been telling you years that you need to flirt. You need to be calling boys babe, honey, sweetheart, lover. And you need to be showing more cleavage of course.

Kristine said...

Isn't it BFV... not BFE? Unless you can tell me what BFE stands for?? I am so jealous of you and the Bahamas and a nice tan... I just got a spray tan on my pregnant self to make me feel a little sexier... totally worked.

Natalie said...

BFE = Butt Freaking Egypt. What does BFV stand for? Now I am worried I have been saying it wrong since I was 15.