Sunday, February 24, 2008

Story worth sharing


So, sometimes I get talked into catering for people....I know, I know. You are all shocked that I get conned into these things, but whatever. I have a hard time saying, "no", okay? Especially to this women we will call her Carla. She is very well established, low key, and kinda let's me do whatever menu I want. I love doing jobs for her, plus she always gives me a generous generous tip.

So I said yes to her, even though last time I did a job I almost died from stress. But I want to by clothes for our new little girl (oh did I mention we are having a GIRL!!) So money was a huge motivation for me in this case. ANYWAY- way too much information-

This case was the same as every other catering job I've done-I didn't sleep, eat or think about anything else ALL week prior. And for the last three days I woke up at 5 am wide awake with worry and just Melinda stress. I didn't know how much to charge her, I didn't know what to make and if she was even going to be ok with it. I didn't know exactly how much food to by. Plus ALL the other things that were going on that week. But it all got done.

While I was setting everything up at her house I was talking to her 4-year-old daughter about hair and bows and her pretty pink kitchen- then I mentioned to Carla that we just found out that we are having a girl and are so excited about bows and pink kitchens of our own! She congratulated me and that was that.

After her party was over I went to pick up all my dishes. When I came in Carla was no where to be found. Her husband and kids were looking all over for her and about 15 min later she appeared with a beautifully wrapped package. She told me that it was a gift for the baby and she hoped it would get me started with all my baby needs!

I almost cried.

I felt so special at that moment that I had actually meant something to this women who I don't really even know. What a nice kind person to think about someone who was working for her. I don't know why it has meant so much to me, but I'm so so grateful for people like her.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Why I can't be the bishop


Apparently I can't be the bishop. Why, you ask? The answer lies in a midnight revelation received by my lovely wife.

Melinda gets a little delirious if she stays up too late at night. Below is a verbatim conversation we had after we'd gone to bed. I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote it all down.


[Melinda has been asleep, turned away from me, for probably five minutes. I've just finished reading.]

Melinda: Who's on the phone?
Joseph: Huh?

[Melinda checks her phone on the nightstand. Closes her eyes again.]

Melinda: It's you. You were on the phone.
Joseph: Who was I on the phone with?
Melinda: It was grandpa. He wants you to be the bishop....I told him that wasn't allowed.
Joseph: Are you sure I'm not supposed to be the bishop?
Melinda: [suddenly irate] What are you talking about, "the bishop"?! [calm voice again] I told him you can't be the bishop because there's no dogs allowed in the church.

[Melinda falls back asleep]

No dogs allowed in the church. And that, my friends, is why I can't be the bishop.