Sunday, August 31, 2014

Breaking Rules Again

We had a ward campout from Thursday night to this morning.  I asked my boss if I could take off work Friday so that I could go.  He let me.  Overall I enjoyed myself and I'm glad I went Thursday night.

There were five of us going up Thursday night.  Sometimes I mention people by name on my blog and sometimes I don't.  I don't feel like naming people tonight, so you get numbers.  I chatted with Guy 1 and he said I could ride up with him.  Then Guy 2 puts a message on facebook asking for passengers.  The plan became thus: Guy 1, Guy 3 and Girl rode up in one car.  I was then assigned to ride up with Guy 2.  I ask you now, do you see any problem with this?  Oh, you don't know any of these people and feel my question is vague?  Well, yeah, it is vague.  All you need to know is that I respect all of the people mentioned.  I typically have respect for people, so that shouldn't surprise you.  So back to my question: do you see any problems with that arrangement?  I didn't.  No one did.  It seemed like a good arrangement to me.

Coming back, Guy 3 was gonna go home in the same car as his fiance.  I guess some rule popped up about a man and a woman not being allowed to be alone in the same car.  So Girl was going to go with fiance and Guy 3 would stay with Guy 1.  Well, what does this mean about Guy 2 and me?  It means he rolled his eyes and told me to get in the car, we were heading out.  He's the Elders' Quorum President and I'm the Relief Society President.  We make a great team of rule breakers.

Okay... I'm in a singles' ward.  They WANT us to pair off.  That's everyone's goal.  If one of us were married or underage, I'd totally agree that we shouldn't be alone in the car.  However, that's not the circumstance.  We are in a singles' ward.  By definition we are unmarried adults.

On another note, while camping, I heard a pitter-patter that sounded like there was a rodent under our tent.  When we took the tent down, we found a hole.  I feel vindicated. There probably was a rodent walking around when I was trying to sleep.  I am incredibly excited to sleep in my own bed tonight without rodents.  Good night :)

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Make it so Number One

I know, I know, it's almost 1 in the morning.  I figured I needed to write about this tonight because it's not as epic if you write about it the following day.  And I was spending time cleaning my room (read "packing"), which is why I didn't write earlier.

For FHE tonight we went to the Space Center, and it was a lot of fun.

My only thought before we got anywhere was, "Oh good, enough people want to be captain and so I won't have to worry about having that job."  Yeah, uh-huh, right.

First off, all of the other would-be-leaders ended up on different ships.

There's a girl in my ward who is very good about making her opinion known.  When it came time for us to choose a captain, she pointed to me.  No one else seemed to want the position, and I didn't know what I wanted, so I took the job.

I am probably the worst captain the world has ever seen.  Oh well, it WAS a LOT of fun!  We died twice before the end... so technically three times.  The average for our mission is to die 5 times, so we beat the average.  We didn't die several times when I thought we were supposed to, so that makes me a great captain, right?  Wrong!  I gave a dying speech.  I truly did.  There came a point when I turned to my crew and said, "Crew, we're all going to die.  It's been fun.  We lived good lives.  And hey, at least we got our message out."

Yes, we did get a message out that was very pertinent to Starfleet.  The magic voice that came on when we died said that he would roll the die to see if the message was received in time to save the mission.  We needed a roll of 10 or higher.  We first rolled a 4.  And then we rolled a 6.  So there you have it.  We died, but our sacrifice saved lives and prevented a war.  I was the captain of a successful mission!  And my whole crew died.

The end.

Saturday, August 02, 2014

Letters

Dear Client,

I appreciate that you gave us money.  Next time, could you include your name so that I credit the correct account?  Thanks!


Dear Sugar,

I think we have an unhealthy relationship.  There are days I feel absolutely dependent on you.  Yet, I'm quite certain I am happier without you.  I'm not strong enough to tell you to leave forever, but perhaps we can set some boundaries?


Dear Fridge,

You have one job, only one job.  Haha, I know, it's not your fault.  Next time people try to mess you with you, can you remind them that you're a fridge and you need your door shut to do your job?  That'd be great, thanks.


Dear Phone,

Yeah, I know, I keep restarting you.  It's just that when I don't hear a response back from my fiends, I assume you aren't working.  I mean, they obviously have texted me, but for some reason I'm not receiving their texts.


Dear Dexter,

I know you're excited to see me, but you don't have to scratch my arms to show that excitement.  Also, I'm moving.  Also, you're moving.  I don't think we can continue our relationship.  Fare thee well, my furry friend.


Dear Room,

Can't you just pack yourself?


Dear Life,

Thanks!  I'm quite enjoying you presently :)