Friday, December 4, 2009

I'm Sorry, I'm Busy That Night - Forever

Click here to see why I keep talking about fudge, and not, as some have suggested, carrots and celery.

December 4:

Tonight was the ward Christmas party, which allowed the prepared to test the endurance of their Valium.

Of course the kids maintained the sacred holiday tradition of vandalizing the chapel and somehow managing to get green Jell-O INSIDE the basketball net, and then griping all the way home that Santa was really Brother Knoppfler because only Brother Knoppfler has breath that smells like the time you left milk on the counter and then went on vacation for two weeks.

Put the little whiners to bed and take half a pound of fudge with you to the tub.

20 comments:

Becca said...

Amen, and Amen. Forever. My Husband was Act. Chair for a couple of years, and actually did some fun (read low-effort, non-cheesy) parties, but it's sort of hard to go when you don't have to. I'm rather busy myself that night...

Nutty Hamster Chick said...

I am still a recovering activities chairaholic. Just the word ward christmas party makes my left eye start to twitch.

The Garden of Egan said...

Your killin' me! I would love to have seen the jello vs. the basketball net.
What a special family. Enjoy the tub time with Mr. Fudge!

Kristina P. said...

This makes me miss a traditional ward.

Don't take it for granted! :)

Homer and Queen said...

Worse calling I ever had..2 years, no committee.

AS Amber said...

I'm inviting Kristina to my ward party so we can jugde people together.

And I'm on the committee to plan the RS party. We're doing a hot cocoa bar. No dinner. I think people are gonna hate that. But alas, the idea was in place before I got my calling.

Uncle Zen was always our santa. Ahhh...cute Uncle Zen...

AS Amber said...

And I LOVE the title of this post!!! So funny :)

wonder woman said...

Alright.....all this talk of fudge is making me crazy. You are forcing me to make fudge. When I already have bags of M&Ms and half a pan of brownies and I'm the only one who will eat the fudge. (Superman isn't a big chocolate fan, and I won't let the children consume more sugar than they already do.)

If I gain 60 lbs. the pregnancy, it is ALL YOUR FAULT. I'm serious.

But keep it up. Love hearing from you every day.

aunt dyanne said...

WONDER WOMAN.... please make the fudge, utilize the therapy of the baking process... then SEND IT ALL TO ME... this way - you get the blessings (therapy) and it instantly becomes DIET fudge... no calories FOR YOU!

(okay... my "word" is guaceat...wronge food genre..sorry)

L.T. Elliot said...

Gwa ha ha ha. *steepled fingers* I escaped from the wrath of Christmas parties. I just had to get sick in order to do it. And because I didn't want to be alone, I infected the rest of my family. Gwa ha ha ha ha!!

That Girl said...

I sure hope Brother what's-his-face doesn't read this blog. Or maybe I do. Then he'd eat some fudge and fix his breath.

Shannon O'Donnell said...

I love your profile and your blog!

Can I take more than half a pound of fudge with me to the tub? ;-)
www.shannonkodonnell.blogspot.com

R Max said...

Santa was born with camel breath.

On a completely different note, did you know that an unofficial/official sixth novel of Hitchhiker's Guide? Called "And Another Thing" written by Eoin Colfer. I think it's sacrilege to try to perpetuate the Great Douglas Adam's work in his abscence, but what the heck, I bought a copy today.

R Max said...

OK, I just re-read what I wrote and it's tripe... but you know what I meant!

Gloria (The Mamafamilias) said...

You seriously put Sunshine in My Soul Today. And fudge is so much More Glorious and Bright than green jello.

Gloria (The Mamafamilias) said...

P.S. Way, way glad I'm not on Activities Committee. I'll take Primary (anything) and Young Women (anything) and Seminary and Sunday School (anything) any, any, any ole day. (Notice I didn't mention RS - no offense to grown women, but I fall asleep in RS - that is, when I'm not on the back row balancing my check book)

Beka said...

What is it about the Ward parties that makes normally attentive parents oblivious and children of all ages (even 17+) behave like imbiciles? Why is running in and out of chairs, underneath the tables while people are eating such a good time? Seriously, starting to HATE it!

And HaHa to Gloria! I struggle in RS, too! Who knew that an hour could stretch so far into eternity?

I mean--it's awesome! Love every sec! The singing of every verse, the who's who in the I-did-this-and-rubbed-shoulders-with-that-spiritual-icon-commentator club, and the "If you don't turn the heat on in here right now, I'm leaving!" group, and of course, "Can you speak up please! I can hear you well enough to comment at every question, but feel that I need to say this anyway."--I love it all!

Sorry- Really I live in a fantastic ward that we love- a LOT! I am blessed. We just have our own probs like everyone else! But seriously, who can you commiserate with? I thought I was the only one in the universe who had "RS Aversion Disorder"!

DeNae said...

Will everyone please remember Beka and her Relief Society sisters in their fast this weekend? Thank you.

Nikia, May and da kids said...

Our ward party is tomorrow and they'll be keeping the good old tradition of BORING our very fun family to death. Thank you for the reminder but I was wondering if you had the dinner menu of the watery cold ham, a roll, a salad of lettuce, cucumbers and tomatoes, scalloped potatoes )funeral potatoes) and the crunchy string beans? Ah yes, the kids, tearing the chapel to smithereens while the parents smile and do nothing. I'd like to follow and see where your blog takes me, if you don't mind. Check us out sometime.

May
p.s. Our Santa is always Bro.Kelly because he is the happiest old guy ever, probably because he's loaded = )

Anonymous said...

Hahahaha! Bless you for making me laugh. You captured it all in one masterful paragraph! Okay, make that three, counting the valium and the fudge.



p.s. Oh my gosh, the word verification letters spell "blemish"...I wonder if they can see me!