Adventures in Primary

Today was a rough one.  I don't know, they just couldn't settle today, and I felt as if I had ran a marathon by the end our class period.  

At the very end of primary, I had an interaction that lifted my spirits.  I was packing up all of my bags, and TK--one of the boys from my old class--turned to one of the kids in my new class and said, "You have the best teacher in Primary.  You better be nice to her!"

I nearly started crying.  I didn't hug him right then and there and embarrass him, but it was close.  Bless you, TK, you totally made my day.  And made my train wreck of a Sunday so much better.  Thank you.

My stupid head

Drives me crazy.  I am so tired of it.  I may need a M or a K to play with my hair. . .

Bye-Bye, Baby!

Dear Jane,

You were amazing--an original.  I've had a girl-crush on you since I was a kid.  You were always the smart-mouthed, curvy brunette who called it like it was.  I wanted to grow up to be you.  And many times I was--a little.



B and I regularly perform as you and Marilyn.  We are pretty good at it, too.  We're still trying to track down your costumer, though.



My heart hurts a little that you are gone now, but we'll always have a few of your films to smile over--and every time I hum one of your songs, you won't be very far away.  Bye-bye, Baby! You were fabulous!



Much Love,
T

Bless you, Betty Garrett!

Betty Garrett died this weekend.  She is one of those funny gals of old Hollywood that I looked up to growing up.  I would have been her if I was born in a different time and had more spunk.

I sing along with this musical whenever I hit New York, and one of my favorite songs from it, is Betty's.  I wish I was this assertive. . . Just kidding.  She is fantastic!

I love that she was in original Baby, It's Cold Outside (the first verse is reversed from this one and sang by Esther Williams and Ricardo Montalban in Neptune's Daughter).



You will be missed, Betty! I adored you in all of the movies I ever caught you in, and I wish I could have seen you on the stage!

Heaven

five excited little girls
their first crepes
savory and sweet
dancing around to the wii
singing Proud Mary
at the top of their lungs.

Sigh. . .

I've felt a little like this all week.



Please pray that I make it through the day. . . .  I am dragging!

Watching your life change

Last May I entered the family ward after 7 years in a singles' ward.  Making friends was hard.  I had a few friends who had just gotten married who switched over at the same time, but were also struggling.  I also struggle to make good friends.  I have always had one or two really close friends, and a lot of acquaintances.  It takes me a little to warm up to people. But, I figured the Lord had something to teach me, so I plunged right in.  I was appalled when in the second or third week I got a calling to teach Primary.  I thought it was going to be glorified babysitting, and I was not pleased.

I taught myself to get over the noise (sit near the front), how to deal with it when I can't (sit alone on the left side, and slide all the way in, a small family with one or two kids will sit next to you and bam--you have a kid to entertain you when you still cannot hear), and that it is fine if the only person you know is the Primary President and 8 fantastic kids.  You also slowly get to know their parents, so turns out, you end up getting to know half the ward council. Now, I am teaching the 7-going-on-8-year-olds, and I miss my first set of kids a ton--they were my only friends at church!

In the last few months (and mostly last week), three of my extremely close friends have left NC for new adventures in their lives, and I'm at a bit of a loss at the moment. I am still forcing myself to have a social life (thank you, Stake MidSingles calling--sigh--talk about love-hate relationship), but I am also trying to make friends among the women of my ward.  Luckily I have taught kids of both the RS president and the Primary president, and sadly, those are the two women in the ward I have truly grown to love (and I think would worry if I didn't make it to church).  There a few others.

I really look forward to hanging out at the P-pres's home. All of her kids adore me, and she is extremely genuine. B thinks I am nuts and burdening an already busy mother. What does it say about me, that the thing I am looking forward to most this week is a Saturday night spent with 7 kids and an amazing woman, watching a movie, making pizza, and Just Dance 2-ing it up (her honey is going to be at work--doctor)?   It is kind of shock to see the change in your life, just from the change in your ward.  

I know this is somewhat babble-y--sorry.  Happy Wednesday.  Is it Saturday yet?