Church Lady Chat and Kitchen Tools

I have told everyone I am about to give up my blog, since really it's Mallory who's running it for me, but now she's never home to do it. Her schedule is grueling. She has practice everyday after school and Club at night a few times a week, and coaching Erin Leigh's team twice a week, too. She had games this past weekend and left the house at 6:00 am. She is so busy, comes home exhausted, lays down for a little while, and then gets up to leave for more. At this point, I don't want to ask anything of her, so we are back to being picture-less. Heidi, Mare and Catte told me not to give it up, so I thought I'd write some random happenings and thoughts.
Sunday, I got kicked out of my seat at Sacrament Meeting. An overbearing, impolite elderly woman who I used to visit teach with Marcia kicked me out of it. (this is the woman, a fellow member, of course, who called the city about our gate in our wall.) We had shown up a half hour early to get a seat, and almost didn't. Our regular row was gone, so we sat in another one, only to be told as Sacrament started that I was sitting in her seat. She was hostile about it, too. This is a regular occurrence for her, and she has kicked me out of my seat at Enrichment nights before, and has kicked other people out of their seats in Relief Society. Luckily, a woman let my little kids sit with her family, and I moved to the row they had been in. Later, during Relief Society she kicked the girl I visit teach now, right out of her seat, too. She reminds me of Mrs. Dubose in To Kill A Mockingird, except Mrs. Dubose could be forgiven because she was addicted to morphine, if I remember correctly.
"Don't you say to hey to me you Ugly Girl." This is the kind of woman she is, and she would have raised her voice and called me out if I hadn't given her my seat. I could just picture the Bishop coming down and telling me to just let her have it. Believe me I felt like putting up a fight, too. The chapel and overflow were packed. We had two farewells in one day, and we were all challenged to bring a family to church that Sunday. Every seat was taken. The thing is if she were a kind, elderly kind of woman you'd gladly give up your seat. You'd give her the whole row.

This is nothing, but it was terrible today. My nightstand had about 50 books piled up on it. Stacks and stacks. As I was straightening it up, all the stacks fell down in the crack between the wall and the nightstand. Not just my books, but my two jars of pencils, notecards, my crayon and my retainers! Don't you just hate that kind of thing? I really do. I could hardly drag the nightstand away from the wall (too heavy.) Then I had to practically lay down over the nightstand and reach down to grab everything. I could hardly reach, and The Littles laughed at me trying. I know I looked like an uncoordinated contortionist. And every five seconds I'd get a kink in my neck or shoulder. Finally, I got a pair of kitchen tongs, and had to use them to pick up every book, pencil, notecard, crayon, and retainers. It only took me an hour to do it, too.
Last week I had to use the kitchen tongs for clothes that had fallen behind the washer. This morning I used them to open the blinds in the kitchen. Every time I turn around I seem to be using them for something they weren't meant for.
I should send this in to Real Simple when they always ask for new uses for old items. I guess Kitchen Tongs are the tool of the week. If only I had thought of them back on Bluefield when the shower handles fell off in the middle of my shower, and water came shooting out of the handles instead of the showerhead. The shower was flooding, and I had to literally work on the shower with pliers and tools while I was completely unadorned! It seemed like a set up straight out of Candid Camera. All I can think today about it is, at least I was thin.