For Sale?

Thursday night the doorbell rang. No one was there. Haha, very funny. A while later it rang again. No one was there. Okay, not so very funny. An hour later the same thing. At this point I started thinking someone was targeting us. We haven't lived here very long. What could I possibly have done to tick somebody off already?

The next morning Bill backed out of the garage and noticed a for sale sign in our yard. This was not some little sign you push in the grass with your foot. This was a big sign you have to pound in the ground with a mallet. What on earth was going on? What did we do to make somebody so mad that they wanted us gone?

Karl said that at about 10 p.m. the previous night he heard pounding outside his window. He looked out and saw a guy and a girl pounding in the sign. They were driving a dark minivan. They were not adults. He never even told us about it. He just went to bed.

Well, we got a call from our bishop asking what was going on. His wife called us later to get the story. The rumors were flying around the ward! We heard a bit of it at church today. Our next-door neighbor called to apologize. The sign was supposed to go in his yard. If the real estate company would hire someone to actually put up the signs during the day, none of this confusion would have happened. It is nice to know that they would like to keep us in the ward. We never did find out who was ringing our doorbell.

That's funny

For the past few months there has been an exhibit in Salt Lake called Body Worlds.

Body Worlds (German title: Körperwelten) is a traveling exhibition of preserved human bodies and body parts that are prepared using a technique called plastination to reveal inner anatomical structures.

Bill and I were able to attend this really interesting display. They have human bodies without the skin and posed in different positions to show muscles, blood vessels, bones, etc. One guy was in a clear plastic box. Bill mentioned how surprised that guy will be on resurrection day to find himself locked in a box.

One day we were driving by the building and pointed it out to the kids. Bill, being a nurse, told them how interesting the exhibit was. Karl said there is a reason he is not in a biology class--it kinda grosses him out. He had no desire to see the exhibit at all.

Bill: But Karl, when you become a god and create your own worlds and bodies, you need to know how everything works so you can do it!


Karl: Can't I just copy and paste?