My Job....completely random

Working in the missions office is rarely dull. Yesterday was not dull. We are getting ready for a day full of service projects on Sunday. By we, I really mean Heather is getting ready for it and the rest of us are just there for the random jobs. I had the pleasure of taking part in the trip to McCoy's to purchase supplies for Sunday.
Let me start by saying, I think there should be alarms on all doors in all stores selling lumber and/or home improvement supplies. These alarms would sound when people (most of the time of the female persuasion) walk in with a list of supplies for jobs which they will not be doing and have no clue how to do. The alarm would have started ringing in McCoy's before Heather and I even stepped out of the truck to head into the store. Luckily when we walked in, they were not very busy. We immediately found "Terrific Terry" and handed the list off to him. He was so much help and was of great importance in the lifting of 5 gallon buckets of paint. While "Terrific Terry" helped us find all of the supplies we needed, he left "Sweet Smellin' Jason" in charge of mixing paint for us. Now, "Sweet Smellin' Jason" felt the need to explain to us that he does not normally smell like a girl, but one of his co-workers had attacked him with her sweet pea body spray because he told her she smelled good. We assured him that even if he did normally smell like a girl, we would not judge as long as he was still a good paint mixer--I don't think he appreciated that Heather tacked on to the end of that the lovable name of Girly Man.
Meanwhile, "Terrific Terry" is having to endure things like, "Umm....I don't know what kind of nails...the kind you use to fix a fence?" and "Hinges, that's all I know. No, I don't know what size. Is that a problem?" and "Well, the gutter goes like this around the house and then goes down so I don't know what kind of angle things we need." Oh, and..."I am not sure the size of door. Can you hold that one up and I will tell you if it looks right?" He was so patient. Eventually, we were finished with the torture of "Terrific Terry" and moved on to the lumber yard part of our excursion. There, we met James. I don't think he has been given a nickname yet, but he said he would come out and help us on Sunday...so there is still time for nicknaming.
I know you are all jealous and have a need to meet all of these wonderful McCoy's people. So, when you are in Abilene stop on by and ask for "Terrific Terry" or "Sweet Smellin' Jason" and see how far that gets you.

I did not turn orange...

I forgot to mention in my previous post the advice of the doctor who said I was not sick. His advice for my throat so I could sing on Thursday night of pageant: Get Vitamin A in a gel tab...well, that's all they come in is gel tabs...so get Vitamin A and twice a day for three days crack one tab open and let it coat your throat. Do this only for three days for a total of 6 gel tabs. DO NOT DO MORE THAN THIS. If you do more than this, you could turn orange. And eventually you would go blind.
All of this advice and I didn't even use it because I was sick and received medication stronger than Vitamin A.

Just call me Milli Vanilli

I went to the doctor on Monday and told him I was sick. He said I was not sick. Well, not really...he tested for strep and it came back negative. So, he sent other tests off to see if I was just imagining my illness. Today, Thursday, the nurse from the office called and said I am in fact sick and would I like a prescription to be called in. Heck yes I would!
We have Easter pageant presentations tonight, tomorrow, and Saturday. At practice last night I had to lip sync everything. I promise, nobody wanted to hear the various wrong notes coming out of my mouth. My voice was pretty much completely gone. So, for last night and probably tonight's performance...just call me Milli Vanilli. At least I can't take the blame for any wrong notes this way. We'll see if I can become an actual out-loud singer for Friday and Saturday.