Dear Daniella,

This is how I feel about missionary letters.

Story Time

Last week was supposed to help the Elders in our ward teach this 18 year old girl at her house. So a half hour before the appointment they came over and told me what they wanted me to teach. Then they left and I would meet them at the house in a few minutes. SO I looked over the lesson and hopped in my car…it wouldn’t start. Turns out I was 100% out of gas. I drove it on empty the day before thinking I could make it to a gas station on what I had left, then my mom drove Krista to school that morning and KILLED it. So I went and grabbed a backpack and stuffed my Preach my Gospel and scriptures in it and grabbed a bike from the garage…the tires were FLAT. So I made my way with my backpack and my flat tired bike(feeling like a real missionary). I got to the appointment house (less than ten minutes late) and the missionaries are outside sitting in their car. Turns out, the girl wasn't home, and wasn't coming. One of the Elders being the prepared young man that he is, had a bike pump in his backpack and kindly pumped up my tires and saw me off. As I was riding home, I stopped, crossed a street and began pedaling again and one of my pedals suddenly felt weird so I stopped. It didn’t look like there was anything I could do about it so I started again. Two pedals later it snaps completely off. This came as no surprise to me seeing that nothing else that day had gone right. So, I walked the bike uphill, and sat on it and kicked my feet to propel myself on the downhill parts and laughed the whole way home. It was incredibly funny looking, especially as I was holding one of my bike pedals in my hand. Let’s recap shall we?
• Gasless Car
• Flat tire bikes
• Appointment doesn’t’ show
• Bike pedal BREAKS off!
What a day.

Mormons are like Werewolves

Yesterday I found out a young lady that has been in my Sunday school class since, well nursery got engaged. She is the THIRD girl from that Sunday School class that is getting married/engaged this year, at nineteen years old. I definitely don't want to get married any time all that soon, but I suddenly feel like I should want to. I feel like people in my ward are now waiting for me to be checked off the married list. It reminded me of that part in New Moon (silly I know) when Jacob describes the way Sam and others look at him waiting for something to happen, that is, for him to become a werewolf. So I imagine my three friends in their wedding dresses watching me, waiting for me to transform into a bride and join them in protecting the town from evil vampires.

Thanksgiving Week

I promised a Thanksgiving recap and by gum I will provide one! Thanksgiving week was pretty good, parts of it were better than others. There was some illness, there was some unpleasantness, but most of the week was an absolute blast. Devil's Punchbowl, Six Flags, being silly tourists in Hollywood, and lots of other fun things made for a darn good time. I am sad that it ended the way it did (that is where the unpleasantness comes in). I won't go into detail, but it involved mood-matching weather (rain). Now I'm just hoping I didn't lose a friend.

Song of the Moment

I absolutely cannot get this song out of my head. Plus Michael Buble' is dreeeeeamy.