We moved to Houston almost 3 weeks ago. I think that the key to having a nice quiet life is to be a hermit. Don't give your phone number out. Even better, don't buy a phone.
I didn't do any of that, and now I must pay the consequences. A week after we got here, I got a phone call from Br. Wagley wanting to know if he could come over. How did he get my number? "Your mom gave it to me." I made a mental note to go mental on Mom, because someone from the Bishopric doesn't just call to come over to have a chat. That doesn't happen. This is a calling. I told him of course he could, and hung up.
Where were the car keys? I thought that perhaps I was hungry. Would it be my fault if I wasn't home when he got here? I had to eat something, but then I remembered that Melissa had the car. I could have gone for a walk, and I would have, but Houston is about 327.2% humidity, and I just didn't want to leave the comfort of my AC. So I waited.
Finally he knocked on the door and I invited him in. I thought that perhaps he would see how messy our home was. With unpacked boxes our decor of choice, perhaps he would change his mind and I would narrowly avoid my call to slave labor. It didn't work. He didn't even bat an eye.
We sat down at the table and started chit chatting about work and life while Br. Wagley worked up the courage to ask me if I was interested in becoming a slave. "So Br. Oehring, how would you like to become an indentured servant. No pay. Long hours. I think you're our man. What do you say?"
"What would I be doing?"
"Would you be willing to work with the 11 year old scouts as an assistant scout master?"
"Sure."
Then Br. Wagley left and I sat there thinking about how I tormented my scout leaders. I made one of them curse up a storm. I won't go into what I did to him. I just hope that the boys don't set me on fire.
I didn't do any of that, and now I must pay the consequences. A week after we got here, I got a phone call from Br. Wagley wanting to know if he could come over. How did he get my number? "Your mom gave it to me." I made a mental note to go mental on Mom, because someone from the Bishopric doesn't just call to come over to have a chat. That doesn't happen. This is a calling. I told him of course he could, and hung up.
Where were the car keys? I thought that perhaps I was hungry. Would it be my fault if I wasn't home when he got here? I had to eat something, but then I remembered that Melissa had the car. I could have gone for a walk, and I would have, but Houston is about 327.2% humidity, and I just didn't want to leave the comfort of my AC. So I waited.
Finally he knocked on the door and I invited him in. I thought that perhaps he would see how messy our home was. With unpacked boxes our decor of choice, perhaps he would change his mind and I would narrowly avoid my call to slave labor. It didn't work. He didn't even bat an eye.
We sat down at the table and started chit chatting about work and life while Br. Wagley worked up the courage to ask me if I was interested in becoming a slave. "So Br. Oehring, how would you like to become an indentured servant. No pay. Long hours. I think you're our man. What do you say?"
"What would I be doing?"
"Would you be willing to work with the 11 year old scouts as an assistant scout master?"
"Sure."
Then Br. Wagley left and I sat there thinking about how I tormented my scout leaders. I made one of them curse up a storm. I won't go into what I did to him. I just hope that the boys don't set me on fire.
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I'm actually really excited about my calling. It is going to be really fun!
Br. Wagley did call a few days later and asked us to give talks, so I still say, "Don't have a telephone."
Very funny! Can you believe you are now officially a role model for the youth of America?!
anonymous = CA mom
Hahahaha! I feel the same way about teaching pre-teens and older in general. My poor YW leaders at camp in the summer, and seminary- yikes! I know Lindsey still seems so cute, lovable, and innocent (and she is)... but having kids and being adult is truly all about pay back and NOTHING ELSE!! You better watch out (and wear flame retardant material at all times apparently)
Oh, and I am sure you guys will give great talks!
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