A missionary... at last!

I was set apart as a missionary tonight. It was pretty amazing. The stake presidency came over and the stake president himself did it for me. It was a very spiritual event. He told me to work hard and it would be fun for me, even though it is called missionary work for a reason. He said there would be difficult times, but to remember my loved one's prayers for me. I felt so special and loved.

Another big event was my farewell. It was awesome for several reasons: 1) I made a pretty good talk that went for over ten minutes. 2) My dad spoke, and he did awesome! 3) My dad wrote a song, and it was great (he must have taken a leaf from my book, or I from his).

I also got to go on a final date on Friday, which was definitely a must. Herer's a picture:

chronicle of my first date- March 2006

My first date was actually in the works from February, which may sound strange, but the mystery will soon be revealed.

I must partially accredit my first date to a Mexican man named Charles Abejo. He basically set it up for me in a Mexican restaurant called Fiesta Mexicana in Cortez. You see, I was there with my spanish class for a fiel trip my sophomore year, right after my sixteenth birthday. When I went to pay for my meal, I strategically placed myself behind a beautiful young lady named Mandy Bradford to enjoy the view. Charles was standing in front of us and apparantly noticed my interest. He said something like, "Oh, are you two dating?" After I assured him that we were not, he made Mandy promise that she would go on a date with me. After she swore her life away to him, he allowed us to pay for our food and leave, followed by a date almost a month later to Ice Age, The Meltdown. And so, this post is to you Charles... Thanks for setting up my first date.

This date was followed by about 50 more in my high school career, including my marathon of 30 dates in 30 days, with 23 different girls the summer of my 16th year. So thanks to all the girls who participated in that as well.

Timberline '09

I got to spend a week on the mountain (Probably my favorite place in the world) this week, staffing Timberline. so this week went by really fast.

One of the funniest and greatest of the week's experiences was on Wednesday, when Brother Larson, decided to pull out the ducks in the bahtub joke ( Two ducks were in a bathtub, when one duck looks at the other and says, "pass me the soap. So the other duck replies, "what do I look like, a radio?" which made him burst out immediately into fits of laughter. The rest of the night was filled with kids trying to figure out the meaning of the joke, and another adult staffer making jokes reffering to ducks, such as: Why did the duck buy glasses for his feet? A- to improve his website! Also, some youth staff tried to make jokes- emphasis on the try. It was probably the funniest night I have had at Timberline (It was very late by the time the kids were through with moolage- a form of make-up that makes you look injured- and asking their questions).

Another excellent experience was when a couple of adult staffers (the cooks) and I did the "Edjumacated" skit. I hadn't seen it in forever, and Joel Palmer was hilarious, I couldn't stop laughing at him ( the reason for this must have come from his reputation) Basically, Joe Hurst sent me to get edjumacated, whereupon I ended up in school with Joel. He asked me questions like "where was the battle of Bull Run?" and "How many cups are in a gallon?" I answered with "Oh, that was in the pasture. It got so bad that my dad had to shoot one" and " Well, my grandma puts two cups in her kettle, so it must be two!" Then he would look confused ( which was hilarous, at least to me), and reply, "o.k." or "That's close enough". When I got home and told "pa"( in a southern accent, I might add) that I learned that pie are squared, which I argued profusely about with "oldie". Joe told me that if I couldn't get those "gal dern ideas out of my head, he'd have to beat them out of me, which he did.