"Our practice hymn will be #___, after which Sister Carrot Jello will give our lesson"
and you say,
"No! Wait- what? Is this the 4th Sunday??"
And the Relief Society president looks panicked, and tries to figure out what week it is.
You stand up and say, "Oh, it's o.k.! I'll be right back!"
and they sing the practice hymn a couple of times while you run to the library (praying) to find something to teach with.
Yes, you might want to start writing, and actually looking at that thing hanging on your wall.
Occasionally.
P.S. It's o.k., it all worked out.
And now I know that I can handle my worst nightmare.
Bring it on nightmares.
Bring.it.on.
Wait.
On second thought, it's probably not a good idea to taunt your nightmares.
Never mind nightmares.
Never.mind.
21 comments:
Wow. You are awesome.
Yes. Wow. You ARE awesome. Not for forgetting, of course (yes, write things down...); but for improvising. That takes skill. Skill...and the Spirit doesn't hurt either.
The pies on your background make me hungry.
Oh! Two nights ago you were in my dream. Not just randomly walking by, either. It was you, your mom, my mom, and you came to my work. I still worked at a family medicine practice--oh, and was thin and looking quite fine in my khaki slacks! (It was a dream, after all.)
So you ladies came to pick me up to go to a concert. Get this: a Cyndi Lauper concert. And we were SO excited--not just you and me, but our moms, too!
So analyze that!! Dream or Nightmare?
Oh my gosh! I would have died. You are truly amazing!
That is when those good old movies like Jonny Lingo come in handy.
For all of your fans out there, read this!
Carrot Jello did an AWESOME job on that lesson!
I have one word for you: THE SPIRIT. (lol)
Carrot, that picture _cracks me up!_ I need a copy to hang on the podium whenever I'm up there. Right behind the flowers would do, so some people can see it, and the rest can wonder a little extra what the heck is going on. :)
Once I was in R.S. in Central America and the teacher didn't show up and the President said, "Oh Hermana Jill would be a great person to teach this lesson." And I hadn't read it and it was in Spanish. Luckily that ward was full of the biggest monologuers ever, so it wasn't that bad
I think I would have peed a little bit. Go you and your improvising self!
Those pies want me to eat them. Just sayin'.
Well I'm hungry now. . . . for pie.
Mmmmmmmmmm
I would have winged it, too, but been quite freaked out about it all.
Good thing the ladies will talk and help out.
No WAY! I'm sure I would have panicked. So glad you pulled it off.
Now I want pie.
Oh, my poor darling!
(long awkward hug)
I'm so glad it worked out for you but now I'll be obsessively checking my, uh... whatever I write things down on.
Dang girl! And here I was thinking it was bad to get a phone call on Sat night asking if I could fill in for someone.
I'm not hungry for the pie, however I would love to lick that dollop of whip cream off the pie!!
I panicked just reading that first sentence! I'm thoroughly impressed. (Not that I wasn't after meeting you, but now you are worthy of hero worship.)
That picture is AWESOME! Even more awesome than apple pie, which I love, and WAAAAY more awesome than pumpkin pie, which I hate.
If it happens again, all you have to do is go stand in front of the class for 25 minutes, staring into the crowd, and saying nothing. Then you tell everyone, "If youfelt this antsy waiting for me to do something, think how your ancestors must feel waiting up there in Heaven for you to do your Family History Work!!!!" and sit down. Class taught. Then end.
WV= red log. Lame WV, Lame.
My heart skipped a beat or two just reading this!! You are my hero. And I love the picture!
I'd like to think I would have quickly talked about the value of music and then turned the time over to the chorister to lead everyone in a Hymn sing-a-long until the end of church, but the reality is, I probably would have just stared blankly at the chalkboard for about 20 minutes before finally trying to get a game of hangman going.
(Wow, can you say "Run on sentence?")
Boy I'm glad that my calling is the 11 year old Scout leader (I never thought I would feel thankful for that!). If I forget to prepare something, I can just tell them all to run around in the gym and they will be thrilled beyond words! Too bad that won't work in RS!
Good job. Kind of like the time my husband forgot to assign talks for church. I always look at it this way, I had considerably less time to worry about it. What would you say your worry time was...5 mins? "Don't get cocky."
I had a dream where my daughters were dressed in long 80's style dresses with the big bib collars and bows and everything. We were riding up the mall escalator when that Helen Reddy song "Angie Baby" came on and then we started singing at the top of our lungs causing the old ladies at the top, loitering by the trash receptacles, to shake their head in dismay. I was all like, "But, it's ANGIE BABY, you're a crazy laaadddy. Have you no love for Helen Reddy??!!?"
I think that means if I'm ever called to teach RS on Sunday and I forget I'd resort to breaking it down Helen Reddy-style while trying to find an underlying Gospel message somewhere.
So like, the Lord is really like your candle on the water and stuff, so like.....
I used to have nightmares like that.... my heart lurched reading this.
Good for you! The performance of a polished procrastinator. Brava, from one to another. And you thought all those years of doing your homework on the bus to school was a wasted exercise. Procrastination pays off in the long run. Just think if it happened to a less practiced sister in the ward, she would have choked.
But you must tell me what you got from the library that helped your last minute lesson. Videos? Pictures? The Ensign? Flannel board cutouts? Laminator? Mini guillotine paper cutter? Tell me so if this ever happens to me, I too will know how to McGyver it from the library.
Putting things on a calendar with a reminder on your phone is a God-send!
I realized this the day I completely forgot about a friend's baby shower. I still feel the guilt for this.
And then she sayeth unto them: "I am woman hear me ROAR".....
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