It's official: I belong to a new ward, the Maples Ward. We had at least half our ward stripped away and the townhomes across the street from us are now with us. Our new bishopric are all younger than me, which is a little odd as I am not THAT old. I admit I was feeling a little traumatized yesterday. I actually bawled and bawled during sacrament meeting: during the songs, during the sacrament, when our old bishop spoke. I took Janet's advice and wrote a note to our old bishop and told him exactly how much I appreciated him. I feel better now and ready to get on with the business of meeting the new ward family.
I am at school now. I have lots of homework to read, as I mentioned before weekends aren't exactly homework friendly for me. Of course weekends weren't homework friendly when I was single and trying to have a social life either.
On a crazy note from yesterday: My good friend informed me that when her cat dies she is going to have it cremated and spread it's ashes to the four winds. I told her that if she EVER does that, that I need an invitation to the event. A cat funeral. I have a cat, but when he dies there will be no cremation. Sorry Tiger, I wouldn't have myself cremated either dude.
I am also starting a campaign: I am calling it my GET HAROLD TO COMMENT compaign. Harold says he reads my blog but has yet to comment and he doesn't have sign on rights either so he isn't allowed to refute anything I say. Therefore, I want to see if he really reads this blog. Harold, are you out there? For all of you who want Harold to comment, please leave him a short note encouraging him to do so. Let him know you care.