Friday, July 26, 2013

Maybe I'm just cheap, but. . .

The local classifieds have an entire section devoted to Home & Garden. I love browsing this section; the Farmer's Market, in particular, I love. Yesterday, out of curiosity, I decided to browse the ads under the "Fertilizer" heading. There were a few people selling their spreaders, a few bags of commercial fertilizer, and a number of farmers offering composted steer and/horse manure. Most the the farmers were either giving it away, or selling it very cheap - like $10 for an entire pickup load, which they would load for you. Completely reasonable, I thought.

Then there was the rabbit manure.

This lady was offering to sell her rabbits' manure. For $3 a GALLON. I'm tempted to call her. I imagine the conversation would go like this:

Me: Hi, I'm calling about your rabbit manure. I have a few questions.
Lady: Okay.
Me: What do you feed your rabbits?
Lady: Oh, it's completely natural food. Nothing artificial at all!
Me: Oh, great. So, how old is this rabbit manure?
Lady: It's pretty fresh. But the great thing about rabbit manure is that it's a cold manure, no need to compost it.
Me.: Okay, great. You know, it's very important to me that my manure come from happy rabbits. (I would be totally joking about this, but she's trying to sell manure for $3 a gallon. I think she's asking for people to mess with her a little.) I believe all living things are connected and happy rabbits will produce better manure. On a scale of 1 to ten, how happy are your rabbits?
Lady: Um. . .a nine?
Me: Nine. Great. So it's three dollars a gallon?
Lady: Yes.
Me: Okay, one last question. . .  
Lady: Yes?
Me: You get that this is POOP, right?

Maybe I should buy some. For that price, my tomatoes better grow like Jack's beanstalk.

Or maybe I should just get a rabbit. The kids want a pet anyway.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Good to know

We've been spending a lot of time at the rec center lately. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, the older two girls have swim lessons. We leave the house a little after nine, drive to the rec center, drop the two little ones off at daycare, get the girls showered, and off they go to swim lessons. Then I hurry upstairs to the cardio area and hop on a treadmill for 30 minutes. Then I meet the girls in the locker room, get them dressed, and go pick up the little kids from daycare. We generally go to the indoor play area for a bit (they have a play grocery store that Dylan could spend hours in, and an awesome indoor play structure) and kill some time before lunch.

We frequently see the local firefighters working out at the rec center. They're easy to spot, since they all wear their "uniform" t-shirts while they're working out. I've always found it reassuring that they are there; it's a job you'd have to be in decent shape to do well, right? But I've always wondered what would happen if they got a call while they were mid-workout.

Wednesday, I found out.

I had just picked up Dylan and Mailaya from the daycare, which is just inside the doors of the gym, and we were heading back to the indoor play area. Seven guys in matching t-shirts came BOOKING it down the steps from the cardio loft and head out the door. They weren't at a flat-out run - there were lots of kids and old people around, so it was too crowded - but they sure weren't wasting any time. They looked pretty intently focused, though. One of them did notice Dylan's awe-struck face and managed to smile and say hi.

It's nice to know that if we ever do need to call them, they move fast.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Just when you think Church is boring

Our ward is shaking things up. Today, the Relief Society, Young Woman, and Primary presidencies were ALL released. I was secretary in the Primary presidency, and now I'm second counselor. Not a huge change, except doing Sharing Time scares the heck out of me. The new Primary president is an amazing woman who I have admired for a long time; the other counselor and new secretary are busy, busy ladies but I think they will be awesome to work with.

Three years ago this summer, I was called as secretary in the Relief Society Presidency. Just a week or two later, one of the counselors developed appendicitis and had to have surgery. I was called to this new presidency last Sunday. Today, the secretary in the new Primary presidency had HER appendix out. I don't believe in curses but. . .what the heck??? I told the other sisters in the just-released Primary presidency that they were very lucky none of them lost an appendix.

I'm also Assistant Compassionate Service Coordinator. I like to joke that I'm Assistant TO the Compassionate Service Coordinator, but apparently no one in my ward watches The Office so I've given up. The Compassionate Service Coordinator in our ward is this sister who's a little, well, rough. She tells it like it is. She can be a little bossy. She can be a little grouchy. But man, can that lady organize a funeral. She's awesome at getting stuff organized, and that's really the role of the Compassionate Service Coordinator, isn't it?

She's also had health issues for the last few years so about a year ago, maybe a year and half, they asked me to assist. Fine, no problem. All I have to do is show up and take orders, and I am good at that. They called me to be Primary secretary eight months ago and asked if I would still assist her. Sure, no problem. Then they called me to be second counselor, and asked if I could still assist. Sure.


The Compassionate Service Coordinator is REALLY sick. She's been out of commission for the last couple of months and is not expected to be back in full health any time soon. And today they announced that we are having a special ward fast because there are SO MANY people in our ward who are battling cancer or having major surgeries or otherwise struggling healthwise. Now I'm wondering if it's too late to change my mind about keeping both callings??? It'll be okay, right? He qualifies those he calls and all that. It'll be okay.