I was thinking the other night about funny things that had happened in church. I don’t know what started this train of thought, but here goes...
Experience #1: I remember the time that I made those necklaces out of sea shells for camp and I had one at church. I remember looking down the row and seeing one of the kids, maybe Logan, whoever it was, was probably about 4 or 5, and he was twirling it around the end of either a pencil or his finger, slinging it around and around and around. I could see it coming, but he was several people out of reach, and before I could stop it from happening, I saw the necklace take flight, going into orbit across the chapel.
Experience #2: I remember reading a while back, about pipe cleaners being a nice, quiet toy to take to church. It sounded good in theory, entertaining and silent. I thought I’d surprise everyone one Sunday and take a brand new bag of pipe cleaners to church for the grandkids and Adam and Logan to enjoy together. I was horrified as the meeting unfolded and it looked like craft central gone bad, with Adam and Logan making firearms out of pipe cleaners.
Experience #3: I got tickled one Sunday, too, as we seemed to get faster and faster on a song until I thought we were going to reach warp speed in a few short verses.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
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haha! good memories!
it seems like there is something magnetic about a situation where a certain amount of quiet & decorum are required. somehow those things always seem to happen at church or in a restaurant or something like that.
i always remember alison massey & i getting tickled when we were young women. we had been invited to attend the relief society thanksgiving celebration & got cracked up during the spiritual thought when sister lewis said "homosexual". it was totally something in the quote, but somehow it was unexpected to us and seemed funny. then alison snickered and we both busted out laughing. grandma delia was frustrated with us, leaning over to whisper loudly, "be quiet or i'm not going to let you come back again!" it was so immature and innapropriate, but once we got started it was near impossible to stop. even sister lewis came up to us afterward & wanted to know what was so funny. i don't remember what we told her...but what could we say? i still get a little tickled thinking about it!
I can remember those times, especially as a teenager, well, now that I think about it, I guess it still happens often enough...maybe I'm better at biting my lip to control it now... anyway, when you get so tickled at something and the harder you try not to laugh, the worse it gets. It's like when I was setting up that interview and had just copied and pasted that e-mail address without really looking at it and then when I tried to confirm it and realized what it was, it was too late. The bigbaboon part really threw me! =)
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