I was very cranky today at church. I think it was mostly that I was hungry and tired -- one of those conditions alone usually does it but both together is a killer. Today it manifested itself in the form of an unbridled tongue. Apparently when I walked in the doors I turned off that part of my brain that reminds me to keep my snarky thoughts to myself. In almost every meeting, I was muttering something under my breath or to my neighbors. (Let me state for the record that we had a lovely lesson in Relief Society today, and my murmurings in that meeting were completely unrelated.) But even in choir I was letting loose. (I love choir; I love the people in choir; I love our choir director; Mack Wilberg arrangements and I struggle on the best of days.)
Some of you were witnesses to my unfiltered tongue. If you are shocked or offended, please accept my apologies. (Although I must admit I still stand by most of what I said. Especially the bit about pineapple and other culinary delights.) It's a good thing I helped out a little with a sweet baby during Sunday School. Who knows what I might have found myself uttering had I paid attention to the lesson.
And Linus, when I start going deaf (as the women in my family do eventually), then the snarkiness (also inherited) will be in stereo. Maybe I could bring a notebook in my old age, and then instead of broadcasting my crankiness, I can look pious as I take down my snarky notes. Just burn the volumes when I'm gone, please.
Some of you were witnesses to my unfiltered tongue. If you are shocked or offended, please accept my apologies. (Although I must admit I still stand by most of what I said. Especially the bit about pineapple and other culinary delights.) It's a good thing I helped out a little with a sweet baby during Sunday School. Who knows what I might have found myself uttering had I paid attention to the lesson.
And Linus, when I start going deaf (as the women in my family do eventually), then the snarkiness (also inherited) will be in stereo. Maybe I could bring a notebook in my old age, and then instead of broadcasting my crankiness, I can look pious as I take down my snarky notes. Just burn the volumes when I'm gone, please.
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I know a certain young man who already brings a notebook with him to keep his snarky comments in. Start now and you might skip the stereo phase entirely!
I am all for snarky comments. I wish I could have been sitting next to you to hear every one of them!
Two weeks ago during Sunday School, I muttered "Anything natural is not to be scorned" at the teacher in response to a rude comment she had made to the Andersons because their baby had burped. There was this great confused look on her face and she said, "Is that in the scriptures?" I said, "No, just some counsel for you, my dear." The Andersons turned, smiled and gave me thumbs up. Interestingly, the comment was like a reflex and was out of my mouth without processing it through my brain. Maybe that is the problem with comments from curmudgeons; i.e., like a muscle twitch, they emerge unbidden from a reservoir within in response to proper stimuli. Fast Sunday just attenuates the response time. Mutti
I get crabby too when I don't have food so it's understandable :)
Mack Wilburg arrangements? I'm so jealous. Right now I'm suffering through a Janice Crap-Perry Easter contata. I let fly about how I feel about it on occassion. But at least I only mock her complete lack of a sense of melody. Keep snarking, kid. Apparently it's in our genes.
Ok, hymn arrangements by anyone will always be better than anything involving the words Janice, Perry, and contata. Poor you. I'll remember that next time I'm singing a beautifully overblown hymn. (I will admit that I was happy I could actually sing the high a-flat it requires of the soprano section. It's been a while since I've had to sing that high.)
I hope my dad's lessons helped you get there. A-flat is cool. I think the highest note Janice gives us is an F. Wow, and F. I might as well be a baritone.
ME
I'm often accused of being Grumpy Nuts. Ryan always asks these three questions: Do you miss me? (duh), Have you eaten? Are you tired?
How dare he ALWAYS be right.
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