Monday, June 27, 2011

Sharing Talents

piano

Father’s Day was my last Sunday in one of the Relief Society presidencies in my ward (yes, there are 3 Relief Societies in my ward.). It seems like I usually get released once I get the hang of a calling. Not so this time.

The week before Father’s Day, we had not just one, but two lessons at church about the importance of developing and sharing talents. You’d think that the repetition would help me remember to share my talents. Not so this time.

So there I was, minding my own business (of course), when the Relief Society pianist calls after these great lessons and lets me know that she’ll be out of town the following Sunday. She explains that she spoke with the RS music coordinator and they couldn’t think of anyone who could play that would be in town. I assured her that something would work out and wished her a good Father’s Day trip.

I began racking my brain. Perhaps one of the summer interns could play the piano. Perhaps the RS president knew of someone else who could play. Saturday night, I began to be a bit worried. WHO CAN PLAY THE PIANO FOR CHURCH??? Then…I remembered…I can play the piano.

I went to church a bit early so I could remind my fingers how to behave and I managed to get through the prelude, two hymns, and postlude without too much disobedience from my digits. It’s a good thing I remembered. It’s good to share talents. It’s good to apply Sunday School and Relief Society lessons. 

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Alarm clock or truck reversing?

Everyone has had that experience where they’ve incorporated the sound of their trusty alarm clock into their dream. Suddenly there’s a truck reversing while you’re trying to solve some ridiculous puzzle. Well, this morning, I couldn’t figure out why my alarm clock wouldn’t turn off. It just kept beeping and beeping even when I pushed every possible button. Then, I realized it was the garbage truck and it is summer vacation, which means no alarms and freedom to sleep (if you can).

Trucks straight from dreamland I promise these are not from my dream.

Images from 2dayblog.com [via Wejetset]

Did you know that Philadelphia’s Mural Arts Program partnered with The Design Center at Philadelphia University to create trash trucks that are dream worthy?

Friday, June 3, 2011

I need your address

I’m collecting addresses for announcements! Please complete this form with your contact information so you can get your very own copy of Mr. Chappel’s and my announcement.

Did you know that July 29th is just 56 days away? (No, I don’t have a paper chain) This may be the first year that I have no idea how many days are left in the school year (I can only keep one countdown going in my head at a time).

By the way, it’s 12: twelve more days of school. (I had to look it up.)Edited Photo 7289

Standards of Learning Testing is OVER!

Let the wild rumpus start!

Thursday, June 2, 2011

But no elephants!

RGrandma Tildy is a sweet lady who loves everyone and everything except elephants. Well one day a salesman came along and tried to sell he some animals, she bought them all except the elephant. This story is about the elephant that Grandma Tildy didn't buy. It ended up that the salesman left the elephant at her house over the winter until she went soft and brought him in. The elephant got hungry one night and ate all of Grandma Tildy's food. Grandma Tildy got very angry but in the end the elephant takes Grandma Tidly and all her pets to a warm and sunny place. And now Grandma Tildy loves her pet elephant. emember how Daniel doesn’t care for cats? Remember how he likes dogs? Well, you can imagine my shock when I asked for a cat and he said yes! Remember how much he really loves me?

We brought Oliver home on Wednesday. He has been renamed Charlie the Cat, not to be confused with Charlie the Unicorn (Charlie the Cat is missing his claws, but I’m pretty sure he still has both of his kidneys).

I'm hoping Daniel will grow to love Charlie as much as Grandma Tildy grew to love her elephant.