Calling

Tyson (Funny. I laugh at myself sometimes. I call TY, Tyson or Ty, and I can change what I call him in one sentance. It's never the same and I don't have any rhyme or reason to call him one or the other...I just do!!) and I were called into talk to the Bishopric about a calling. Dang. ONLY because we are leaving at the end of September. I had been hoping and hoping something would come along and make it so I could make some friends in the ward, Knowing that it may be a calling, and as long as I wasn't a teacher I'd be okay with it. Well they finally called us in. Why couldn't it have come sooner. Really 4-5 weeks left in this ward and you finally give us a calling. Good Grief. Oh well. The only reason I can see as to why we were called in now is because there is the stake jamboree coming up that's western attire. SOOOoooo maybe it's meant to be that I'll HAVE to get my cowboy boots for this, putting to rest my need for boots. . .because then i'll have them :D OOps....maybe we should have declined! haha