28

I just beat my old minesweeper record. It was 30. Now it's 28.

Maybe I need to play less minesweeper...

P.S. It looks as though, for girls camp, I'll be in charge of crafts and policing the youth leaders. Oh joy.

Camping

Tonight it was decided that I would go to stake girls camp next week (Monday-Saturday). Somehow, my home ward manages to be filled with lots of very strong women. Now, this could be attributed to the fact that I spent the majority of my St Louis life in one ward (until it dissolved), then the rest of it in a ward that received an infusion of my old ward, but... that doesn't quite explain things.

In the old days, my ward would send about 5-7 girls to camp along with the requisite ward camp leaders (1 or 2 of them). Then, we would send 5-9 women for leadership on the stake level.

This year, my home ward is sending 3 girls and 5 leaders (including the camp director). Only one of those women was in my old home ward. Woof.

Tonight, a family friend (who happens to be going to camp as a leader) swung by to chat. During the course of the evening, I discovered that she's been really sick all year (she's at about 110 lbs; she's lost 35 lbs in a year), has a daughter's wedding in 3 weeks, and she was asked to help out with camp. What's more, many women have fallen pregnant and, as such, are unable to come. Thus, knowing that our friend was wise, talented, and unable to say no, the director started assigning her extra duties. At this point, she's in charge of keeping the youth leaders in line (and they're camping at a boy scout camp; oi vey), certification, flag, and presenting a spiritual thought every day. And she's been having difficulty not vomiting in the evenings. And she's stressing over her daughter's wedding.

Well, being the brilliant child that I am, I mentioned that I was unemployed and offered to help. She told me that if I was serious, she would gladly welcome my assistance (though there would be some paperwork for a doctor to fill out and such).

Not long after she left our house, I got a phone call from one of the YW leaders in the ward (on of the ones with a bun in the oven and who is involved in the same cairn rescue group as my family) telling me that I was her new favorite person. She also assured me that, seeing as her husband is a doctor, I could easily get my form filled out free of charge.

So... yeah. I'm going camping. Yay?

Blerg

Hey guys. Long time no blog. I'm tired, so this is a bit rambly.

Since I last posted:

I went home (St Louis) for the summer. I have been trying to get a job. I'm still working on that.

I remembered why I like helping with dog rescue: I like dogs. It can be hard to remember with all the urine and barking and biting and such, but I really to love these fuzzy girls (and boy).

The dog that sleeps in my bed wet my bed. I took a large portion of responsibility for her accident because I didn't let her out before bedtime. For anyone wondering, she slept in my bed again the very next night. She hasn't wet the bed again yet, but she did go potty in the night that one time (she jumped down and used my sweats as a piddle pad). She'll be going outside after I post this.

I've been watching movies that are both random and awesome. The Lavender Hill Mob is simply hilarious once you can understand the actors through their accents. Hangmen Also Die is a bit of a nail-biter about the Nazi occupation of Czechoslovakia. Iron Man is just... excellent. The new Indiana Jones movie was surprisingly good. I can now say that I've watched a Charlie Chaplin movie. La Vie En Rose was a breathtakingly accurate portrayal of Edith Piaf's life.

I'm watching West Wing again. It always makes me want to go into politics. Hrmph.

I've also been watching 30 Rock. It always makes me want to do Tracy Jordan impressions and watch Alec Baldwin movies. Hrmph.

I've been attending my home stake's singles ward. I'll have to share my awkward creepy storytime with y'all, but not now. That's for when I'm not so sleepy.

Lovely Little Lab Moment

People seem to have various ideas about proper lab etiquette. Not having a working computer this semester, I've definitely seen my share of variations.

Approaching finals, the labs become rather full, meaning that people try not to abandon their seat for fear of an usurper. This means that there tend to be more phone calls than usual. Seeing as most people in the labs are working hard to get ready for finals, this is rather annoying.

A few minutes ago, a guy was talking pretty loudly on his cell phone, certainly loudly enough for the entire lab to hear. At one point, he was talking about the price of something (I wasn't paying enough attention to notice what the something was). He kept rattling on about how whatever they were were $4 each. After he'd repeated it a few times, a random guy from the lab poked his head up and shouted (technically it was a regular voice, but in a computer lab, it felt like a shout) "Four dollars!?!?! Really? At four dollars, I'd like to take five." He then ducked his down quickly as the guy on the phone looked around, clearly confused. Snickering commenced throughout the lab.

Kudos to you, smart alecky lab boy. Kudos to you.

:)

You know you've been watching too much of the Office when...

While taking a D&C test today, I experienced an odd phenomena: Every time I was confronted with a true/false question that was false, I heard Dwight in my head. "False. A cannot be B because [insert semi-doctrinal explanation here]." It was pretty awesome.

On a completely different note, did you know that jumping on trampolines and playing crack the egg for an hour-ish is a bad idea if you have a bad back? Heh. Who know... don't judge me!

Aieeee!

So, once upon a time, my ward had a fantastic idea. To celebrate leap year, we rented out Jump-On-It (this place with lots of trampolines and stuff) for an hour. We spent an hour jumping on a field of great bounciness. It was unspeakably fun, but exhausting. And mildly frightening, when you think of the ridiculously long waiver everyone had to sign. Heh. It was worth a few nose dives and a sore wrist, though. It rocked.

Quick French Lesson

Donner un baisser means to give a kiss. Baisser means something completely different. Well, maybe not completely, but definitely different enough to make saying the wrong one in class rather awkward.