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I know its ridiculous, but every time I had myself just about convinced that I shouldn't be scared, I would look into my rear view mirror and picture a dark outline rising up from behind the seat coming for me. I also found a teaspoon I had stuck in my pocket and had it out and ready to jab into said killer's neck if he came at me. The entire way home I had my cell phone out ready to call Dave, hoping I would have enough time to just say "call 911!!" before the killer got to me. The first thing I think of is: Oh man! What if some transient killer that's on the loose snuck in my van and is going to kill me! Crap.
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The first thing I think of isn't that my battery might die or anything like that. After everyone leaves I lock up and go out to see the lights on and my van door open. (I really truly honestly love all the boys, they're great, just dumb teenagers sometimes.don't release me.please.) I start loading up my van and forget that I left the side door open while I go back to cleaning. So we start cleaning up, and some of those Priests redeemed themselves by helping to wash dishes and sweep and stuff. I got over it quickly by stuffing my face with the fabulous dessert WE made (there's really did suck. Is that wrong? Maybe I shouldn't work with the youth. I wanted to punch someone in the nose, or shove my fork in their eye. But the two boys who were the "head" chefs, both separately came up to me and said "Being totally unbiased, I just have to tell you, I completely think ours was way better than yours." TOTALLY UNBIASED?! How?!?! You just can't be when you're the cook, DUH! So I went from disappointed to completely annoyed. I'm good with teasing, teasing is great (sometimes its not). (Not truly, but I can deal) But I don't like losing when the other person is really rude about it. (I speak Yoda-ism's when I'm that disappointed). I was so happy, there was no way we couldn't win! Guess what, we didn't win. They threw every single ingredient into a big slop of a mess. I cheated and had the recipe all picked out that I wanted to do, that I thought would totally blow the boys away. So got that worked out, and we got cooking. And I don't care if its their activity, I wanted desserts. A little stressful, but I decided instead of cooking dinner type meals we would do desserts.
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Which sounded really fun, until I had to figure out how to pick all of the ingredients and what they should be and any recipes and go buy everything. The Laurels wanted to do an "Iron Chef" sort of competition against the Priests (they're all about doing stuff with the Priests ya know). So that means its Mutual night and I'm at the church with all the Young Women, and occasionally Young Men. What happened tonight that must be told? Only the most fun to disappointing to annoying to terrifying night I've had in a long while!!! Got ya hooked now huh? Or maybe you've just gone through all the emotions I just stated and are now under your bed.who knows?Īnyway, its Tuesday. And on the way home from church tonight, I knew I just had to blog about tonight. But sometimes its really hard! I think about different subjects or stories I could blog about all the time. I try to keep it under control, ya know so I'm not posting every hour about silly random whatever kind of things.