These Saved My Soul

So, I have a couple of things that I want to vent about. First of all, I want everyone to take a close look at this silly wrapper and tell me that it’s not ridiculous. Yes, I know it didn’t come directly from the church website, but when I was in the process of looking up Relief Society and Visiting Teaching on Google, and I found these "Soul Savers" candy wrappers and got distracted. I was going to use the Relief Society one but then I found the Young Single Adult one and I thought it was hilarious. Anyway, I’m kind of disgusted, but don’t think I won’t use them to cause mayhem sometime in the future, because lucky for everyone they come in about eight million "flavors" ranging from “Celestial Cleaning”, to “Cub Scouts”, to “Daughters of Utah Pioneers” (for Grandma LeNila, I guess), to “Enrichment”, to “Relief Society”. Oh, and there are LDS Mini Chocolate Wrappers, LDS Chews Gum Wrappers, and LDS Chocolate Candy Bar Wrappers. Gag me.

Anyway, I am on this topic because I went visiting teaching last night and loved the girls that I taught. Yes, I know it was the last Sunday of the month, but we have been trying to make appointments for three weeks. So there. Anyway, Rose is graduating in mechanical engineering this April and Kimi just finished applying to the dietetics program. They are polar opposites. Oh and Kimi recently competed in the BYU Guitar Hero competition--which I admire her for greatly.

Okay now for the main gripe of my entry: marriage lectures. Yesterday we had stake conference, which was great. In fact, I thought it was going to be the greatest ever because when there were only twenty minutes left in the meeting, and we hadn’t gotten railed on for still being in a singles ward. Touché. We were suddenly gripping the front of the pews and straining to catch our breath as Brother Childs hit us with a surprise attack of “Here are some extremely reputable ways to make yourself more attractive to the opposite sex aka your future eternal companion”. It was nuts. I was so happy to finally go to stake conference and hear normal talks. I was too happy too soon. (Apparently the night session was ONLY about getting married, but I was at my cousins’ house so I didn’t hear it). I was also frustrated because my roommate leaned to me during the talk, of course commenting on the sudden loss of our heads due to intense word-stream, and told me that her friend from the ward had called her recently with some disgusting information. It was directly after ward council and she reported that the Bishop had made such comments as, “I just feel like graduating from BYU unmarried is failing”. There were some other good (or bad) ones but I don’t want to get excessive. I am just frustrated because I feel like I need to be paranoid about receiving subliminal “get married now” messages via Monet slides in my art history classes or something. I have a lot of things that I want to do with my life right now. Mostly I want to get healthy and get a degree. I don’t like feeling pummeled by subtle and un-subtle “get married or else” hints while I am doing these things. I actually think it’s pretty inappropriate to use church meetings as a liaison for these messages all the time. Maybe once in a while—but not all the time. I’m just really…irked. You get it.

Oh and one more thing. I feel I should defend myself really quickly. I am NOT opposed to getting married. In fact, I am quite looking forward to it. Someday I plan to even have my own little Missies (I don’t really know how to pluralize that, but LOOK OUT!) Honestly though, can I just go to stake conference ONCE and not hear about how the boy sitting next to me could be…the one!?

PS - Apparently you can get Soul Saver candy in different languages. Aren't you excited!?


Mexican Party

So, my roommate is 1/2 Mexican and I use that as an excuse to make funny Mexican jokes endlessly. Lucky for me, her birthday is coming up on March 1st. Do you know what that means? I get to throw a birthday party! And not just any birthday party. I get to throw a MEXICAN birthday party. I can't wait. Natalie (my roommate) and I are throwing a "Dress like a Mexican" party complete with horchata, a piñata, and a nacho bar. My friend Cesar is taking me to a bunch of local Mexican stores and we are going to play super-loud mariachi music and have the Three Amigos playing on silent. Because I am brilliant I thought you might like to read the invitation that will be spreading across Facebook like wildfire in a couple of days (the above picture is part of the invitation of course):

"Now is your chance. For all of you who have felt the intense craving that comes to one while watching the Three Amigos, we are finally providing you with the opportunity to BE Chevy Chase. You can look like Steven Martin. Practice your Spanish and you will become Martin Short.

Hombres, grab your Sarapes. Mujeres, pull out your huipiles, quechquémitles, and rebozos. Mariachis, its time for your charros.

For the rest of you, we suggest you sport a sombrero, put on a poncho, or pencil in a fake mustache. Drape a Mexican flag across your shoulders and dye your hair that irresistible shade of black. Its time to pay homage to our very own little Mexican, ERICA MORRIS, on her upcoming birthday."

Well, that's all folks. I am just really excited to throw a Mexican party. I thought you should know.

PS - The thought bubble says, "I wish I looked as Mexican as Erica Morris". You may be humored to know that she doesn't look Mexican...at all.



So I am blogging. Credit is due to the many bloggers out there who nag me to blog. I hope all of you know that this means I will be returning even less phone calls.