I’ve always been a little different than most people I know–a little quirky and a lot of a jokester. If I was nominated as anything in high school, it probably would have been “class clown.” I’ve always pushed the envelope or as My Friend Who Shall Not Be Named says: Sometimes my thoughts don’t quite make it through the filter.
After I graduated from high school, I immediately took a Greyhound bus up to Idaho where I went to college at Ricks which is now Brigham Young University-Idaho. I studied art and boys. Mostly the art of boys. Like that sketch of a naked man my friend’s roommate had tacked to the inside of her closet door.
The area surrounding the college is beautiful and gorgeous and I was free for the first time in my life. Not a good thing.
Elder David Bednar was then President of Ricks College and I was attending a talk of some sort he was giving to my ward (I think) when after the meeting he and his wife stayed behind to shake hands with those that wanted to meet him. For those of you who don’t already know, David Bednar attended Purdue University. So, being the jokester I am I just had to tell him the following joke:
Me: “President Bednar, how do you pay a Purdue University graduate?”
Bednar: “How?”
Me: “You pay him for the pizza.”
Silence.
Bednar, very jokingly replied: “You do realize I hold the keys to your diploma?”
Can anyone say thought filter issues?
The first home we bought in Lewisville, Texas we had some lovely Southern Baptist neighbors. We loved the heck out of them. Of all the neighbors we have ever had they were probably the most neighborly. Now, being one of very few Mormons in my family and school, I got teased for being a Latter-Day Saint a lot. Honestly, it never bothered me and I always took the moment to get them back when I could. My neighbor ribbed me a time or two.
One day our very neighborly neighbor was helping my husband with our retaining wall which stood between our houses. I decided to take my middle child out to check on the progress of their work. My middle child at that time had two bruises on the opposite sides of his forehead from an encounter with his brothers of some kind. Inevitably, my Southern Baptist neighbor asks me, “What happened to him?”
My response…get ready here…”Oh you know we’re Mormon. Those are just his horn bumps coming up!”
Yes, my name is Allie and I have thought filter issues.
Either that or just one really smart butt.
