Sundays and Little Houses

Sometimes church is like this:

And I want to take a bunch of notes and sit and bask in the Spirit of the moment.

Then other times, like today, church is like this:

And I secretly wish our baby had already arrived so we could play with him/ her to pass the time.

Lately, we've had a bunch of interesting meetings for church. Last week, for instance, one of the deacons forgot to pass to the pianist during the Sacrament, so he went back up to pass to her and when he came down, he tripped and the bread flew everywhere. I felt bad for the poor little guy, but it was pretty funny.

Church is church, and we love to go. The unique meetings just make it more exciting. Isaac made me laugh today. Concluding a somewhat long meeting, we sang the song "Did You Think to Pray?" and when we got done, all of the Bishopric members started looking around at each other. One of them eventually got up, realizing that the person that they had asked to pray wasn't coming up. As we kinda chuckled about this to ourselves, Isaac whispered to me, "I guess someone didn't think to pray." haha, right? K, maybe you had to be there....

Anyway, life has been pretty good here at the Olive household. Just the same old stuff, really. We think we may have found a new spot to live, but we're still checking it out. It's a little 2 bedroom house that looks like it would be fun, but we haven't seen the inside yet, and we figure that part is pretty important. We're getting more and more excited to move, though. Even Isaac has expressed his excitement every now and then.

Our neighbors haven't been making us any eager to stay. After the whole car-hitting thing, we haven't cared for our neighbors very much. But last night made me hate living in an apartment even more.

I was awoken by a loud thud on our bedroom wall (a wall shared with another apartment). As I sat up, I heard a guy and a girl shouting at each other. I went to the bathroom (because let's be honest, I have to do that all the time anyway...) and when I came back, I just listened for a while. It was easy to hear every word they were saying, because they were shouting at each other at the top of their lungs.

Apparently, Aaron, the guy, got kicked out of a party and the girl came to pick him up. But then Aaron got mad at her because she was texting some unknown phone number on her phone, whom Aaron assumed must be another guy. When I woke up, the first think I heard Aaron shout was that he was an "f-n police officer" and I thought, "Oh good, maybe the cops are already there." But then the girl shouted back "No you're not, you got fired you @#*%^ ..... @&@**$" And the conversation went on from there. I was ready to call the cops just to file a noise complaint, but then I heard this:

BAMMMMMMM!!!! (Against our bedroom wall)

And then the girl screaming, "You don't have !&@^  to  !*&#@&# get violent!"

To which the guy yelled back more profanities. And that's when I knew I'd be calling the cops.

Isaac woke up around this time and I told him what was going on.

The cops came quickly and knocked on the wrong door for the noise complaint. They actually knocked on the door of the neighbors that hit our car, so we kinda had a laugh, wishing we could tell them to just talk to those guys, too. But we directed them to the other apartment and they took care of whatever was going on.

Anyway, long story, but ultimately, I lost 2 hours of sleep and ended up sleeping on the couch because I could still hear talking from the neighbors and was worried it would get escalated at any moment. Isaac sleeps like a rock, so he was out after the cops came.

Fun times. Needless to say, we're excited to be out of apartments and (possibly) into that little house soon.