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I'm a Great Northwesterner that is now loving life in the Midwest. I am a world class napper. I'm very bossy. I clearly love a good glass of Scotch. I wear aprons every chance I get.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

I looked out the window and what did I see?

It has been super rainy here in Portland...and oh, my, do I love it!! Flooding is a sad side effect - but otherwise I love it!! I was called to be the Primary Chorister today and will be starting next week. I must say I'm pretty excited and must equally sad to say that I will be missing Relief Society. I never thought I would say that last part!!

I filled in teaching the Mia Maids today. It was crazy as I've known most of these girls since they were 3 or 4 years old. And only one of them was wearing flip-flops to church today, so BONUS! And the lesson was super short due to all other factors running long in time...and they were setting apart the new class presidency. The lesson was about having the courage to try new things...so I gave them a handout (of course I did) with this quote:

"A ship in harbor is safe - but that is not what ships are built for."

The girls in the class were really great and despite not using even half of the things I'd prepared - I think the lesson went very well.

And I will just say this: I'm so glad that I am NO LONGER a young woman...cuz...wow.


sarahdavemalcolm said...

Wow...cuz...you are going to be one super awsome primary chorister!

Josh said...

Doesn't teaching a class make you super motivated to comment when you are a student in another class? Every time I make it through that hour of trying to get those blank faces to to respond and react to Isaiah (Darn you, old testament!) I suddenly feel real compeled to make a lot comments in elder's quorom.

Miss Five said...

Oh Josh - I am so there. But sometimes teachers ask SUCH dumb questions that I feel I cannot dignify them with a response. Such as "Does God want us to be happy or sad?"

But more often than not I'm the hand raising fool in class because I feel bad when a good teacher is getting the tumbleweed treatment.