Three Weeks, Three Awkward Scuttle Moments

It's official. I need people to stop trying to set me up. Yes, I'm single. Yes, I'm happy. Yes, I'm about to turn 25. That does not mean that I am doomed for spinsterhood, and I only have 2 weeks to redeem myself. I need a break. What has happened to make me say this? Oh, let me tell you.

In the last 20 days, I have been on two blind dates. The first date was with an old room mate's brother. We went dancing. He doesn't dance. So we made small talk for 2 hours while the other couple we doubled with danced.

Date #2 was with Bob. Now, that technically wasn't a blind date, but for all practical purposes it was. I knew nothing about the guy, except for what he looked like, that he took percussion in the 7th grade, and his name. (For more details about that date, look here.)

At the end of that post, I mentioned that a friend had given a guy my number. That was a week and a half ago. I hadn't heard anything, but I just figured that he didn't want to call a total stranger. I'm cool with that. Well, he called! No. Don't get excited. He called to inform me that he just got a girlfriend so he didn't want to take me on a date. Yep. That's right. I just had a total stranger call me to tell me he didn't want to date me. AWKWARD!!!

That's it. I quit. I just can't handle the lameness.

(Oh, and a side note... for those of you who don't remember a Scuttle is the name for a bucket to carry coal. It's the masculine version of Paily.)

Freedom!! … Oh, Blast. Never mind.

Earlier this week, I was feeling pretty lazy. Yeah, my last post kind of showed that off. Well, one day, I was doing my Visiting Teaching, and talking to my companion and the cute girl we visit about how I like to be lazy, but there are WAY too many meetings. You see, I was in the Relief Society presidency as the secretary. I have loved serving, but man! All those meetings! It has been pretty lame. The good news: and end in sight. My dear RS president is going home for the summer. So, today as I packed up my ginormous bag for church, I realized it would be the last time. I was getting released. WHOO HOO!!

I arrived at church and was going about my business when I was attacked and pushed into a small room. Despite my struggle, I was caught! Then the scary man in the dark suit pushed me under a bright light and started asking me questions. "How are you?" "Have you had a good day?" "Is there anything we can do for you?" They were coming in rapid fire. I could barely keep up. Then he quickly slipped in a most serious question, "Will you serve as the 1st counselor in your RS presidency?" I was caught unaware. I froze, and uttered that ill-fated word: yes.

Ok, so it wasn't really like that. My bishop is a great man, and I didn't feel pressured. This is just a more interesting account.

So, it turns out that my old VT companion is the RS president. As she heard me complaining, she was just laughing. It's true. Heavenly Father does have a sense of humor. Don't get me wrong, I am totally happy to serve, but this means...

MORE MEETINGS!

A Bad Case of the Lazies

AKA I Win!

Ok, so here is the deal. I have basically become a blog stalker. I follow so many blogs. I just have a lot of friends... and a few total strangers who fill my heart with joy as I read about their lives. But, many of my friends don't have a "Follow My Blog" section anywhere on their blog. Now I can be pretty lazy, but when it comes to following blogs, I am very lazy. I want to click on my little dashboard button, and know who out of the 3 million blogs I follow have updated. Alright, you caught me, I don't follow that many. This has been a conundrum for months. My poor little pointer finger has been exhausted from trailing over my touchy-mouse-pad-thingy that I'm sure has a name to find out what all of my friends are doing. I know, you are saddened by my plight.

Sorry, I digress. Not that this is an unusual thing for me. I am like the Queen of digression. Wow... is that really a word? Cool!

A-hem.... Today I discovered a great thing! All of you probably know about this... but if you don't, let me share my great fountain of knowledge. If you are signed into blogger, and you go to someone else's blog, at the very top of their blog you have a little bar of goodness and joy. It shows your e-mail address, and provides a link to your dashboard, all of that great snazzy stuff. Also, on the left hand side there are some cool things too. You can search, go to the next blog (but don't worry about that, it's probably in some strange language) Flag a blog because it's eeky, or.... Follow the blog you are on! There is a cute little follow button there!

So take THAT all of my non-followable friends. I thwarted your evil plan and now I am following you! (Well, all of you except for half of L6, cause one of her blogs just has issues, and even though I am following it I NEVER get updates. It's totally lame.)

I can save my pointer finger the extra stress of having to go to File, and New tab, and then bookmarks, and then down that list to the file of Blogs, and then finding that blog... It's a long journey that I can now skip!

So in other words... I WIN!

Uh....

That would be the word that I heard the most this evening. I know, I say it too, but wow. That was a lot of "Uh"-s. Where was I that I heard this so many times?

On a date with Bob.

Yep. It's true. We went on a date. And I have to be honest, I wasn't really looking forward to it. But I tried to be positive. Then he picked me up 30 minutes late. As I got in his car, he told me he wasn't sure what we were going to do. We ended up going bowling. He told me his life story. Let's just say I was very grateful to have been so blessed in my life. Because of the great example of my family I haven't experienced pretty much any of the things he has. I lived in only one house, I went to church every week, I went on a mission, I lived with good family members. I didn't go to jail, I didn't do drugs, and I didn't get fired from lots of jobs. I've also never stolen from anyone. The good news: Bob has learned the importance of the Atonement in his life. As a result, he is trying to see if he can go on a mission.

He's a nice chap. But we did have one problem. As you know, I talk quickly. And I make little jokes. Not to be proud, but I consider myself some what of a wit. Bob... not so much. He talks SO slow, thinks a lot before he starts talking, and he didn't get a single one of my jokes.

He doesn't know anyone our age who lives here. He hasn't lived in this area for 12 years. So, Bob needs some good religious friends that will help him get his life in order. And I, Paily am very happy to be able to help him in this worthy endeavor.

So for now, dear people of the Land of Buckets, that is the end of our Bob saga.

For our next installment, maybe I will attempt to understand why the cosmos are running after me. I had a blind date last weekend, a basically blind date this weekend, and a friend just informed me that she gave a guy my number and we may have a blind date next weekend too. I am SO over the blind date option. Oh well. It makes for some fun stories.

Leave A Message After The Beep

Please! Just do it! When you get my voice mail, use it. It's a nifty little tool that CRH's dad ... I forget, invented? Came up with? Provided the money for? Soldered (and that word is pronounced "sauttered" yeah, didn't know how to spell it, and if you just try to google "sauttered" you come up with a whole bunch of NOTHING!) the computer parts for? Something cool. And I think we all should use it.

Seriously, in the past two weeks, I have received no less than 9 calls from random phone numbers. And not ONE of these calls has resulted in a voice mail. One number even called me 4 or 5 different times. That makes the calls seem important, but not important enough to leave a message? I'm not trying to be an inattentive jerk. You just keep calling me when I'm at work, or in a church meeting, or in class. It's not my fault you have lousy timing. I really would answer if I could. And besides, getting voice mails makes me really happy. So, let us all celebrate the marvel that is modern communication (I totally stole that... well it was something close to that) and leave voice mails as a tribute to CRH's dad. He's pretty cool. And then I will stop going crazy wondering who is calling me.

I know, I could call them back, but that is so awkward! "Uh... Hi... My name is Paily, and someone from this number called me..." And then it would put me in the stupid position mentioned here.

Basically everyone should leave voice mails. Everyone else should check their voice mails, and then I will have one less thing to bug. We all win! So, please, leave a message after the beep.

Update on the Bob Saga

Don't get too excited. It's nothing too big. Bob called me. He wanted to do something tonight. I actually had a blind date. We may be doing something next Sat. Unless he takes Friday off work to do something. I'm not available Friday, but that didn't seem to matter to Bob. He still wants to take it off to do something. Yeah, I don't get it either. Oh, and PS, Bob did get a job. He is now employed.

(And if you're wondering if this 70 second phone call resulted in a 30 minute freak out moment by Paily, you would be right.)

I Wish My Life Were A Musical

Here's a fun movie my sister, L5 showed me. (You may want to pause my music player first, cause if you don't, it just sounds weird.)

An Update On My Lame-ness

So... "Bob" came into work again today. I was once again working the register, and was quite nervous about talking to him. But I am an adult, so I was determined to make it through this. I did not need to run. He got to the register, I said "Hi" and he apologized for not calling me yet. He's just been really busy trying to find a job. And he also mentioned that he has way too many credit cards. (Can we say, yes! A winner! Hook me up! :p ) He's going to try to call me soon... I'm not sure how I feel about that. But the good news is, Bob is either deaf, unobservant, or really slow... And he doesn't know that I accidentally said mean things.

Then I went to the bank to deposit my check. The teller.... whom we shall call Fred was nice. That's cool. But then as I went to leave, he said, "So, you get paid every two weeks, right?" "Uh... yeah..." "Cool, well, my name is Fred, and I'll be sure to help you when I see you in two weeks!" "Uh... OK..." "Goodbye Paily! I'll see you soon!" This was followed by a crazy big smile and a hint of a wink.

Apparently, the trick for picking up men, is to have a lame job, wear ugly cloths, have bad hair, don't wear make-up, and smell of freshly baked bread. I've been playing this game wrong my entire life! Freshly showered, nice cloths, cute hair, a little bit of nice smelling stuff... ALL WRONG! I'm so glad to have had my eyes opened to the truth.