G almost gets the Bishopric Beat Up

First of all, I would like to give a shout out of appreciation to those who have contributed to the birth of the blog. It's long awaited arrival was long overdue, longer than a pregnant elephant or the car ride from Utah to Michigan (which we all know is longer than words and human endurance can fully express). Secondly, just as a newborn child (which I would like to use as a segway to congratulating B&B on their recent offspring) requires care, food, air and nurturing, so likewise does this blog if it is to thrive and reach its full capacity and fulfill the measure of its creation. That means if your last name is Seibold whether by blood in your veins or marraige, you have an obligation to post about your life. Of course you could think of any number of excuses but none of them will be acknowledged or validated. Let me put to rest a few common myths that you may be tempted to let enter your brain.
Myth 1: I don't have anything to blog about. Ok, let's be honest, Seibold men are not known for needing to express their innate chatterbox within. We're not expecting you to post tales of great adventure and ensign stories to make us weep. Just post whatever you want. Tell us about your lacrosse titanium bulletproof T-I 5000 whatever it was, the frozen bag of corn on your neck, what you ate for dinner, whatever you want.
Myth 2: My wife will blog and represent us. False. I am yet to see a post from a married Seibold man. The first married Seibold man to post will win $1.07 (the extra seven cents is so you can buy anything on the value menu at Wendys). From the trunk of the tree (Bruce) to all the branches, no one is exempt.
Myth 3: Blogs are lame. No. Correction: You are lame if you think the blog is lame. If you want evidence, just read the blog and you will see it is indeed, not lame.
Allright, if you have any questions, concerns or jokes call Kerry. On with the thing that made me laugh the hardest last night.....

G is a teachers quorum advisor which means he hangs out every Tuesday and Sunday with a pack of 14-16 year old dudes who are developing zits, hormones and testimonies all at the same time. The other advisor is an older man who wears boots to church, and shoots lions on safaris (really, there is a stuffed lion in his living room, I'm serious when I say this guy shot Simba's cousin) and is loaded. He probably swims in his money like scrooge McDuck (most likely wearing a platinum bathrobe). He's a great guy but not really a warm personality. I personallly find him to be a little crusty and he would never get hired to be santa at any mall. Anyway, the Bishopric called G in and told him they were going to move him to start working with the priests and would sustain him on Sunday. On our way to church G got a text from the Bishop's counselor and said they would actually not be sustaining him and there had been a change. We didn't really understand what could have changed in 15 minutes, especially since he had just come back from them extending the new call. We didn't think much of it until this man (lion hunter) told G last night that as soon as the Bishop told him about the change he looked at the Bishop and said, "No. You cannot take Garrett Seibold away from the teachers quorum. I need him. If you take him we will sink. If you move him to the priests quorum, I will beat the hell out of the bishopric."

Ha. I kind of wish that he would have started a brawl. Who knew my spiritual curly haired trophy could cause such an uproar? Thankfully, the Bishopric was not assaulted and Garrett will remain the teachers quorum advisor. I didn't know threatening was a way to accomplish inspired purposes but in this case it may be for the best (and the peace of the ward as a whole).

Good times. We just bought Tetris and so if you even think you stand a chance, think again because Bethany is the reigning champion. The roads are covered in what looks like gray snow cone and we listened to Martin Luther King's speech on Monday for FHE lesson. I have a dream that everyone will write on this blog faithfully. We love you. C. Seibold and fetus signing off for now.