Sunday in the Wrong Ward

I've reached a point in my life where I will find any excuse to not do homework. I have been so busy these days that any free time should be homework time, but that would make my life "all encompassingly" boring. So, as of right now, I should be doing homework. Blogging about Church today sounds so much better.

Brett and I stayed out late last night, late for us. And since our friends are all single, we live rather exciting weekends which land us home past midnight. And, like all single kids our age, church is scheduled past noon on purpose. Otherwise the young adults would become entirely inactive because it's hard to get up for 8 AM church.

So when we woke extremely late for church, we decided to just go to a later meeting that started around noon. I looked up meeting times in our area and mentioned to Brett that there was a ward that started sacrament at 1:30 PM, perfect. He got on the computer looked at some other times and agreed that we would go to sacrament at 1:30 PM.

We got dressed and went to church.

We had this awesome plan. Sneak in the back, sit in the overflow, sit through sacrament meeting, sneak our after the hour was over. This was going to be perfect. We were going to avoid that conversation where we were noticed to be new, but really we just slept in late and are visiting.

We walked into the chapel, no over flow. 

Then, this twenty something year old guy comes up to us and asks if we are new. At which point I realize that there are no children in this ward. Not one child. Not one old person. Just young adults. Brett, seems to be five steps ahead of me and answers to the "kid" that we are just visiting. And suddenly church starts and we are standing like dummies at the back of the room, drawing attention no doubt.

I look at Brett and panic slightly cause we are totally in a single's ward and we never liked single's ward.

We sit down, at which point Brett starts to make fun of me. "You really know how to pick 'em." The internet said this was a family ward. Great, I am in a single's ward and married. WERID. People go to the single's ward to get married and I am so in the wrong place. Brett says, "if anyone asks we are here to see Jason speak." I look up and infront of me is a girl I totally know, who also totally knows that I am married. Crap.

And we sit there.

For an hour.

In single's ward.

Where we don't belong.

And where we never even belonged when we were single.

To make Sunday all the more awkward we were completely trapped after sacrament meeting. In order to keep the "kids" at church for all three meetings, Sunday School starts immediately after the closing prayer. Like right after, no visiting, no chit chatting, no bathroom break. So sneaking out the back in nearly impossible. Brett claims to need to use the bathroom. And our get away was a success.

Needless to say the speakers, including Jason, did a great job. They shard some funny stories. And a small part of me is no longer scared of the single's ward.

Now, back to homework.

Caffeine

I'm up. I'm wide awake. It is 10:45 PM and I am not sleepy!

This is going to be a problem come tomorrow morning as I sit at my desk and pour over the endless rectangles that make up my Excel database. 

The last time I was wide awake at night was when I was nocturnal and jobless. Tonight we can blame caffeine and my self-diagnosed almost brain aneurysm. Don't panic, I said self-diagnosed not actual.

Yesterday at about five o'clock, as I was watching The Biggest Loser via hulu.com, I started to feel a headache come on and within about fifteen minutes it was in full force. So I stumbled to my bed to take a quick nap hoping it would help. About and hour later Brett came home, gave me the magical migraine pills and I was function again. However, the magical migraine pill only lasted like three hours which totally isn't how it normally works. I gave up and went to bed.

Sleep did not come.

Those magical migraine pills are loaded, I mean loaded, with caffeine.

So I spent the night with my head throbbing, and sleeping every thirty minutes or so. When it came time to wake up for work, I got in the shower, got dress, and then spent thirty minutes bent over the toilet contemplating how this would effect my work performance. I eventually called my boss about to cry in pain and explained to him that work was out of the question.

I then text Brett and told him to call me in two hours to make sure I was still alive. I was convinced I was going to lay down and have a brain aneurysm right there on my pillow. I took a caffeine migraine pill and some how went to sleep.

I woke up 1:00 PM shut all the blinds and did some light reading. I totally felt fine till about 6:30 PM when the slight throbbing in my head returned. 

I took another migraine pill drank 32oz of Dr. Pepper and now I am screwed cause I'm never going to get any sleep for work tomorrow.

And I promised I am not a drug addict. I hate taking pills, I gag on them.

Renting Via Red Box

Let's just start by saying that Red Box and Netflix are the two greatest inventions ever. Kay, not ever, but they come pretty close to it.

We watch a lot of movies. One, it's cheap and two, it usually calls for chocolate. I promise that this story isn't going anywhere. So please don't expect some life changing moment to form onto the screen. I just wanted to share a story.

Remember when you were a little kid and Circle K was on every corner. Fine, not every corer, just on two out of the four given corners at an intersection, plus one Circle K less than a quarter mile away. You remember that? I guess it wasn't when you were just a little kid, it has pretty much always been that way. Store that mental picture of your favorite Circle K convenience store to the side in your brain somewhere.

Now. A few days ago Brett and I rented a movie online from Red Box. If you didn't already know, you can rent online and pick up your movie later, we do this for the popular movies. So after renting online, we got in the car and drove to the Circle K behind our apartment to pick up our movie (this is our normal Red Box location and it is literally right behind our apartment). 

Brett gets out of the car, walks up to Red Box, swipes his card, swipes his card again, and walks back to the car without a DVD. He then proceeds to explain how retarded he is for going to the wrong Circle K. He rented our movie from the Circle K of off Williams Field, and we were at the Circle K off of Pecos.

Okay. Williams Field it is.

We drive to the Circle K off of Williams Field. He gets out of the car, walks up to Red Box, swipes his card, swipes his card again, then walks back to the car without a DVD. Again, he tells me that he is retarded, and since we are on the west side of the intersection we are now in Chandler and Williams Field becomes Chandler Boulevard. So we still haven't made it to the correct Red Box of off Williams Field.

We soon realized which Circle K we needed to be at. For reals this time.

As we drive to the correct Circle K off of Williams Field we drive past a unnamed gas station that has a Red Box. And you would not believe this, but one parking lot over, at Sonic, there is another Red Box. You can totally stand at one Red Box and see another. Meanwhile I am thinking about how dumb it is that we have to drive to three different Red Box locations when there are probably six Red Box machines within walking distance of my apartment.

Here is the moral of the story. 

Actually, I don't have one. I just remembered this wasn't a life changing story.

Someday, you are going to forget all about Circle K. They'll no longer be the dominating feature overpopulating our streets. The only association Circle K will have with your brain is the fact that Red Box is most likely located there. And at your local grocery store. Most likely at Walgreens. Sonic too. Red Box has taken over, and there is probably going to be one assigned for every neighborhood by 2012.

We eventually got our movie.

The end.