Sunday, July 26, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Conversation goes like this: "Hello, Is this Liberty Williams I am speaking with?" "Yes, this is her." "Liberty, I am with a call forwarding service and we have received a phone call from a third party and have a phone number and name that you need to contact." "Yes, okay?" "Do you have a piece of paper you can write the number and name down?" I frantically get a piece of paper and pen... "Yes, I'm ready." They give me the number (which they tell me is a St. George number) and name, I write down the name Myra Maine's. I think to myself who in the heck is Myra Maine's, mind you, I said it out loud even? I try to ask if they have any other information, they have none, again they are just a "call forwarding service." I immediately get off the phone and tell my cousin the situation. She reminds me of what time at night it is, yet I still go ahead and make the phone call. I dial the number, after two rings the voice on the other end say's, "Metcalf Mortuary" I say, "Hi, Is Myra Maine's there?" Immediately the voice on the other end say's no and hangs up. I then continue for a moment to say "Hello, Hello." As my cousin is listening it clicks for her that I just called a mortuary and asked for my remains!!!! ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME! I then immediately, at midnight call my parents family friend who works for Metcalf Mortuary thinking that he set me up for this little sneaky prank. I wake him from a dead sleep - no pun intended, and ask him if he put me up to this. I tell him my story and before I am even finished he say's "Libby, do you know who "Myra Maine's" is?" I DO NOW! As I'm on the phone with him I get another call, it's the "call forwarding service" I tell my friend goodbye so that I can get to the bottom of this whole prank, that I fell for... I answer the phone and the voice comes on and asks, "Is this Liberty Williams?" "Yes!" "This is the call forwarding service, and we are just calling to make sure you were able to make the phone call." Then, on the other end of the phone I hear the roar of laughter! My dear friend, Miss Audra B. and her dear family (Audra's brother in law, DAN, who LOVES to tease me) in Southern California, who is so wonderful and good to me had done the whole set up! They had such a good laugh, and I am so grateful that I could provide them with that as I was up in Northern Utah.
The moral of this story, I'm what people may call gullible (the dictionary defines gullible as easily deceived or cheated), or it's just that I am a natural dumb blonde (dumb blonde: lacking in both common street-sense and academic intelligence, as per wikipedia.). My thoughts on the situation - it was late at night, and I have a lot on my plate, so that is why it didn't quite click for me. You decide!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Today, like many days, after I get my daily mail I drive pass a decrypted sad house. Everyday I drive by I think to myself, I wish I had money to buy this house and restore it. Ever since I was a little girl and would come to the quiet town of Kannaraville to visit both my Grandparents I would walk between both my Grandparents houses, which was three blocks between each other. As I would walk from one house to the other I would pass this old, yet beautiful house. Even as a little girl I wished that I could someday buy this house. As truth be told I did not get the chance to buy this house. However, someone else did, and praise the Lord above they are taking the house and restoring it for me. Well, not for me, but they are restoring it and making it beautiful once again. I get joy just knowing that they are going to turn this house into a real beauty! So, like many days of driving by on my way from the Post Office I took a chance and stopped. I saw two men working away on the house and asked if I could, by chance, take a gander at what remained. Both gentlemen were kind enough to take a break and give me a tour. Along with the tour they described to me what the plans were for the eventually restored house.