So on Wednesday I broke into my ex-boyfriend's house and commandeered a suitcase of guns... Marshmallow guns to be specific. I might have been coached through the whole process by his mother. Nice woman, despite the fact she tried to sabotage our relationship. The ironic thing is that this whole situation didn't feel terribly awkward. Maybe I'm just awkward so being in "awkward" situations doesn't phase me.
Today I was in charge of a "Marshmallow Gun Capture the Flag" Ward Activity which went really well... Well, except for my lack of knowledge about using a scheduled stake center. It would have been valuable to know that I'd need to have someone unlock the building... and the kitchen. Then I forgot the hot chocolate which proved to be futile since cups and hot water were only going to be available in the kitchen. The optimist in me would like to point out that despite the lack of hot chocolate, people still had fun. The definition of fun includes hitting Danny Deurden in the head with a marshmallow from well over halfway across the parking lot. Fun also included getting to flirt with a Home Depot guy when I went to make additional marshmallow weaponry.
Have you ever felt this strong desire to express yourself but not really have a method or outlet to really communicate what you feel. Some people are naturally gifted musicians, writers, etc. and create in a beautiful, profound, striking way. I enjoy singing and playing the violin. I enjoy writing. However, my enjoyment isn't equivalent to having the ability to really express everything going on in my head. I guess I shouldn't downplay the skills I do have but I really need to get this restless, passionate, dissatisfied feeling out of my system.
Well, back to saving lives. I really do love my job. Win!
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