The Manager

I just told off my boss.

I'm shaking in my boots (actually I'm not wearing boots, but rather some very cute black espadrilles, but that's not the point here).

I hate it when I have to do that, but sometimes it's just too much to handle and certain people have to be put in their place. I haven't been very tolerant of other people's stupidity lately.

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BSC and I try to attend church on a regular basis. We find that we usually get more out of our spirituality by questioning our faith and challenging our beliefs on our own and with friends who have similar convictions. But every once in a while we'll show up on a Sunday morning at one of the few non-LDS churches here. The people are really nice and we've met some great friends there. Granted, we haven't been in attendance much over the past few months because of my constant nausea and exhaustion, but I figure that God is ok with us taking care of our unborn child for a while.

This past Sunday we went to church. The one thing I enjoy most about our church is all the children. We have TONS of them, and they tend to overtake the entire auditorium. Before they're all dismissed for "childrens' church" you're bound to hear one of them make a fart noise during the prayer or yell at their parents that they have to pee during the announcements ... I LOVE IT. But what I enjoy most is watching when the dads, who are used to the moms taking care of the kids, show up to church without Mom. It's quite comical. Usually these moms are prepared with all sorts of things to keep the kids occupied: coloring books, crayons, fruit snacks, and other toys to keep the children quiet and occupied.

This particular Sunday BSC and I sat behind a dad sans the all-prepared mom. The service hadn't even started yet and his son, who looked to be about four years old, was already getting restless. I knew we had chosen the right place to sit when I saw the dad give his son an energy bar to keep him quiet.

Wait ... did I just see that? Did he just give his son an energy bar in order to keep him quiet?

It worked for the first five minutes, until he finished eating his snack. Half way into the announcements the kid was hanging from the ceiling and foaming at the mouth. His eyes looked crazed and he was making strange noises. We had a front-row seat to the entertainment of trying to watch this dad control his four year old without disrupting the entire service. At one point I was laughing so hard, I had to put my head down and pretend I was praying.

So if there's any reason to attend our church, come for the kids. They're bound to give you a show.

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Now I must publicly thank my good friend Sarah for having mercy on a friend by bringing me a crunchy potato burrito and a vat of salsa from Taco Bueno after her trip to Tulsa. Dinner will be so freaking good tonight. Ole!