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Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Marine and his STUFF


The Marine has a new title. Well new since Thanksgiving weekend 2011. He is now a Marine AND our Bishop. I'm married to a Bishop. Go ahead and a take a moment. I know right? It's hard to believe that in spite of me, the Lord called him to serve in such a humbling, responsible, and incredible calling. It has been a beautiful blessing in our family and it's an experience like no other. I'm trying to be good, really I am. I don't want to make things harder on him. BUT, there are some things that will never change.

For instance, The Marine's complete anxiety at me touching anything mechanical or electronic of his to include his TRUCK and his computer stuff. Typically when the Marine's truck decides it needs to take some sick days, it does it when he is gone. It's one of the few things I get "the look" for. Even if it's not my fault, which most of the time... it's NOT.

Today however was a fabulous day in church; great talks, good friends, and right after church the youth and parents gathered in the Relief Society room to watch the video/slide show we had put together that was shown at youth conference this past week.

Before that could happen I had to run home during the third hour and get a lap top. I had forgotten it. The closest one and the easiest one to grab was THE MARINES. Oh yes I did.

One of our Stake Presidency members and his fabulous wife visited us today and when I got back I found my Bishop Marine husband chatting in the very first classroom I had to pass. I had his lap top under my arm.

He was distracted for a moment wanting to know where Recruit 2 was. (I had taken him home, we are all suffering from head colds/allergies or something equally nasty). I hadn't told him I was taking Recruit 2 and expected an eye brow raise, but then he spied it. His Toshiba -  under my arm.

THEN I received the eyebrow raise. One would think I would play it off what with our special guest and all sitting right there. Nope, not me, stuff just happens. Instead of being meek and humble I hugged it tighter to my body and said "oh yeah, that's right, I'M TOUCHING IT" and then I sashayed away.

In the end my brief victory was thwarted as I couldn't get the movie to play and the Bishop husband had to take over and make it work. eh, it happens.

Pretty much the eyebrow looks something like this, but only a little less friendly....

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