It has been confirmed that I will be arriving in the Falls of Idaho on December 23 at 5 pm and will be there until the 26th at 5 pm. This means we must gather together on the evening of the 23rd and have an enjoyable time, possibly hit up Ray's (the restaurant, not Ray Tapp, Mark), maybe even some seltzer sletcher?

I expect to see all of you on this evening since I haven't seen most of you in over a year (a fact nearly as disturbing as seeing a picture of feces in the Perkins menu).

Adventures in Ward Prayer

Every Sunday night my singles ward meets for "Ward Prayer," a spiritual thought and prayer and an excuse to get together.

Since it is freezing cold as of late, people pour out of their apartments just before 9 pm to avoid being in the sub-balmy temperature for too long.

This creates an extremely predictable audience and target for the rucus of Devonshire 15 aka "the ranch" (our apartment).

A week ago the ward congregated on the small expanse of grass that covers the edge of the parking garage. It slopes steepily away from the side of the building and is only about 12 feet wide.

Mr. Premont and I got up to make an anouncement from "the ranch" with my mega phone. I told the ward that on behalf of "the ranch" we would like to wish the ward a happy fall. At that moment, 7 large trash bags full of leaves were launched from the 6 windows above the crowd, literally burying the people sitting along the edge of the wall. A 300-pound friend of ours tried to jump up and escape, but due to the high density of leaves already on the ground and the steep grade, he flipped onto his but and slid down the hill, taking out several people in his path.

ONE WEEK LATER:

They moved ward prayer into the parking garage because they think it is warmer. The Elder's Quorum President was making an announcement in the middle of the ward, which had made a circle around him. The metal grate covering the sewer beneath his foot bumped upward and he jumped back startled. The grate launched off and to the side, a pizza box flew out of the hole, and then I climbed out in my Ninja turtle mascott costume. Mr. Premont said that many of the people screamed in terror and then proceded to laugh for 5 minutes straight. The ninja turtle walked away.

Miss you kids,

Dusty

Good news for Scott Fuller

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gifts for jason

dear jason.

i found the perfect clock for you. enjoy.

http://www.geekologie.com/2009/11/the_colorblind_clock_is_a_litt.php