Saturday, June 20, 2009

Pocket Full of Sunshine

"Bedazzled Tampon" found via Flickr

I spent the day making and delivering food to the youth in my church who were pulling weeds, scraping paint and hauling garbage in service for the church grounds of another denomination.  The day was overcast with scattered showers, but by the end of the day it was POURING rain.  We found shelter under a pavilion at a nearby park and brought food in for a barbecue.  No one was prepared with jackets, so I brought every jacket I could find in my closet to the pavilion for the cold and wet crowd.  The Young Men President gratefully put on the Glediator's black leather jacket, stuffed his fists in the pockets to keep his hands warm and pulled out a fist full of tampons.  He laughed.  The Glediator laughed. When he brought it my attention I fumbled for words.  "It's ok," he chuckled, "I have a wife too you know."  I wanted to say "Gleddy, why did you leave your tampons in your coat pocket?"  But I knew that wouldn't work.  So, all I could do was laugh too.  And I am still laughing.

What is it with tampons?  I had Gleddy carry those tampons in his pockets on an evening when we were out and about and I had no pockets with which to safeguard them.  As we drove around in the car, I looked over at one point and he was wearing them over his ears like pencils.  I already told you about the time Thatcher found some in the bathroom cupboard and attempted to make crafts with them.  But I did not tell you about the time he found one in the glove compartment of the car.  I caught a glimpse of him in the rearview mirror and he was pretending to smoke it like a cigarette.

I'm sorry!  Is this post making you uncomfortable?  Perhaps you should find another blog to read . . .

16 comments:

  1. *cracking up* at least the guy had a sense of humor about it!!

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  2. I must have that finger puppet! It would make a wonderful gift for my 2nd daughter when her Aunt Flo starts to visit monthly...

    And wasn't the rain today just heavenly?!

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  3. Awesome! Where the priests around?

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  4. Aunt Flo? Ha ha ha!

    Emily: I don't think the priests saw, but Steve did. Sheesh.

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  5. Read another blog? And miss this stuff? Are you crazy?

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  6. Cjane! My love!!!!!!
    What a sweet surprise to have you pop in at sound check yesterday.

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  7. I just laughed till I cried! I ADORE you!

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  8. I'm so glad we can all have a good laugh at my expense. I adore you too Erin. Thanks for promoting the concert like crazy.

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  9. and thats why I read your blog. Thanks for the laughs!

    p.s your hair is lookin rockin.

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  10. Hey, that's okay. My boys used to think "pads" were self adhesive knee pads for roller blading and skate boarding! Yeah, that was a real riot!
    p.s. Love your blog! :)

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  11. This was absolutely hysterical and JUST the laugh I needed tonight! Totally lifted my spirits... thanks for sharing!! :-) I will never see tampons the same... always the bedazzled way!

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  12. Too funny! I missed that whole exchange. Dang. I used to have a cat who thought tampons were the greatest toy ever. McCann calls pads "stickers." LOL

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  13. Hey! That last one is from me (Fauneil), not Luhi (InteriorDesignJunkie). Same with this one.

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  14. That's too funny.
    My wife and I just discovered your music. Your rendition of Emma is outstanding.

    When my daughter was about 3 years old, some friends from church came over for lunch on a Sunday afternoon and she had "peeled and stuck" panty liners all over the bathroom walls.
    Anyone uncomfortable with "feminine hygiene humor" needs to lighten up.

    Lover your music...best of luck.

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  15. Wait... You mean to tell me, those WEREN'T pencils?!?!?!

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  16. I just died laughing! My brother heard me cracking up, and he gave me the weirdest look when I explained what was so funny. Hopefully he'll grow to appreciate tampon humor!

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