Skinny Jeans

I just got back from Girls' Camp. There was a moment when I found myself with some gals from another ward. I overheard one of the girls comment briefly about not bringing her 'skinny jeans'. I slyly glanced over my shoulder to see who had made the comment. I'm not sure why - I already knew that all of the girls there were skinny. At first I couldn't figure out why she would even own a pair of 'skinny jeans'. I thought they were for those of us who are 'skinny challenged' and want to give the illusion that we are more slender than we really are without the 'skinny jeans'. It didn't take me too long to realize that for this young woman and the other gals around her...'skinny jeans' means tight jeans that make you look even more slender - even though you already look like the wind could blow you away at any second. Oh, to never have to go through puberty.:}

What did You Say?

These are all part of conversations I had today. Each time a voice in my head said, "What did you say?". I needed time to process. Here's the context for each.

"Will you let us combine with you?"

Sounds simple enough, right? I was being asked (by the Ward Young Women President) if I would teach all of the Young Women (and leaders) because one teacher didn't come and the other forgot. So, instead of three separate classes - we all combined today. I did a little adjusting and we were off and running. Ironic how the time I put the least amount of effort into a lesson - it's the time I get to teach a room full of people instead of just a handful. It went fine - it was actually kind of fun. We have a great group. They all participated today! Wow! That's big!

"You are so organized!"

This came from a charming Beehive girl I get to serve with this year. I have been told this before. But, I always have to do a double take because I don't consider myself an organized person. (If you've ever seen our house, you know.) In fact, I just remembered a time when a kind soul commented about how organized I was and both my husband and I laughed...out loud. The memory comes from a time we had a little gathering that was organized at the last minute and we just happened to be at our house. The gal today thought it was so fun that I 'always' had everything I needed for my lesson in my bag. (It's a Ghana original - thanks Mom/Dad.) She notices things like that because she tends to forget and is working hard to remember the items she needs to have with her. I guess in some ways I'm capable of being organized or organizing an event - but, ask me to organize the things in my home and keep them that way...that's a little out of my league right now. Although, I'm doing better.