Assassination

A recent post published on the ward FB page:

Whilst pondering the meaning of life
Along with the latest trends,
This gentle and fair maid Brooke
Did meet a gruesome end.

'Twas half-past the witching hour
All were up and about.
When in came a house-mate, Lizzy so dear,
And her man, who had both just been out.

All that was spoken out,
'Twas simply a forward hello,
Before the brave and mostly good man
Moved in for the fatal blow.

She spoke not a word, but fell gently there,
Silent and still as the grave.
Brought to her end by a pure plastic spoon,
The rest of the ward she could save.

Explanation?  My ward recently embarked on a ward assassin game.  Each person was assigned someone to "kill" (AKA tap with a plastic spoon), and I'm pretty sure it has been the most hilarious thing I have seen since my bishop told us he felt like a mosquito in a nudist colony while giving a talk (that's another story for another day).  Needless to say, there have been some pretty creative murder attempts.  

The rules of the game dictate that no one can "kill" at any ward/church activities, on Sundays, while someone is on a date (holding hands with someone of the opposite gender that is not related), or while the target is touching an apartment building (including inside their own apartment).  Needless to say, people have begun to get pretty creative.  

On Saturday morning, one guy knocked on my apartment door to tell us that one of my roommate's cars had been hit in the parking lot.  I was assassinated pretty early on, so my roommates sent me out to assess the damage.  The catch?  There was literally 0 damage.  Just an eager assassin trying to pin one of my roommates.  

That same day, one of my other roommates got a call about a mysterious package at the front desk of our apartment building addressed to her.  The assassin even called her parents about the said "package."  Luckily, my roommate had enough foresight to call a close ward friend.  She held his hand all the way to the office where her assassin awaited.  

Another ward member texted me and several of my other roommates in an attempt to try to frame one other roommate for assassination.  That also didn't work too well.  Needless to say, we are excited to use our water balloons on the conspirator today.  

It has definitely been one pretty hilarious week.  I'm looking forward to hearing who the victor is!  Until then, hosta la vista!  

All my love, 

Kim 

Exploring: The Salt Flats

One of my good friends from high school, Amber, has talked about going to the Salt Flats to take pictures for...well, eons now.  We all knew it was such a pretty destination and that we were sure to get some great pictures.  There was only one glitch: it's about two and a half hours away.  We were able to hold Amber off for awhile.  Honestly, our excuses were pretty top notch: "I'm studying," "I have to give a talk tomorrow," "You drive like a maniac, we'll die if we go that far," etc.  However, over Christmas break, when Amber asked us if we could go again (and promised that she would obey the speed limit) I think we all knew we were out of excuses.  I'm glad too, because even though we froze our buns off, it's probably one of the prettiest places I have ever seen.  The pictures barely even do it justice!  

After we took some individual pictures of each of us, we decided to wait until the sun went down so we could take pictures of us all being pyro-maniacs.  When Amber and I lived together, we always found that this was a crowd pleaser.  It's pretty simple and cheap for the most part too.  We bought the thinnest steel wool we could find at Home Depot and squished as much of it as we could into a large kitchen whisk.  Then, we tied a wire onto the end of the whisk.  That was it.  Our creation was ready to go.  We set the steel wool on fire and then spun it around our heads.  Bits of the steel wool always fly off and with a long exposure time, we are always able to get some pretty cool pictures.  Check it out yourself:

I'm grateful for friends who are always willing to have a little fun...even at the risk of dying in the car while Amber is at the helm.  We all still love you Amber.  Don't worry.  :)  

All my love, 

Kim