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This is from two weeks ago. Sorry for falling behind! Also, Andrew accidentally sent the same picture twice, so the last two are the same. I don't have the real fifth picture. --Booga
Hey family! How are things? Good.
Um.
Guess what... today I've officially been gone for 18 months. It's pretty hard to fathom... but at the same time not really at all. Moving clocks run slow, right? And I'm constantly moving.
Anyway, we went and played soccer this morning and then at the chapel changed into our clothes and came here to write to you guys. Fine. The bad news is that I forgot to bring my shoes, so right now I'm wearing my big old ugly white tennis shoes. So if this letter isn't quite as spiritual, its cuase of the shoes.
I think I broke my big toe while we were playing soccer. It kind of really hurts and I can't really move it.
The other day I made hamburgers with grilled onions and bbq sauce and tomatoes. It was delicious. I want to get some blue cheese sauce and avacado and do some good burger tricks. I also think I'm going to make a foiled dinner sometime soon in the oven. I'm sick of pasta and cup o noodles.
So the other day after I wrote to you guys we went and ate lunch at a little evangelist lady's house. She makes good food for 2 bucks. Anyway, we eat outside, and a bunch of ugly dogs come sniffing around for food. Scoundrels. Anyway, I saw one of the grossest dogs ever, so I took a few pictures of it. I'm am now thoroughly convinced that Resident Evil is non-fiction. The living dead.
Today I forgot my PIN number. I'm sorry for bringing such shame upon our family's name. The saddest thing is that I'm the financial secretary of the mission. Bad example. Bad form, Smee.
Anyway, I'm sorry I don't have a really good story to tell this week. I've been dealing a lot with some terrible personal apostasy that's been spreading subtlely throughout my ward like cancer. Old crazy men with Catholic traditions fused into their blood... hhh... He asked me why in the church we don't recite the Lord's prayer (Our Father who art in heaven, thy kingdom bla bla bla) since it shows up in 3 Nephi. I gave it to him pretty straight up. I like what Elder Gibbons said when he quoted somebody else, ¨Some of us are trying to serve the Lord without offending the devil.¨ Anyway, that's kind of the flavor of the week.
We have a baptism date for this weekend with a pretty eccentric guy named Ulyses on Saturday. He's pretty crazy, but ya just gotta love the guy. A week or so ago I asked him how old he was, expecting him to say like 50 or 55, but when he said 36 I was pretty taken back. So we're going to work hard to be sure that everything goes well with his baptism. I think I'm going to make a cake next Saturday for the baptism. You can't say no to cake.
I realized that one of the ways to a missionary's heart is through his stomach. I've also realized that the same rule applies with the members. Booga, write that one down.
Anyway, I love you all. If you didn't like this email, blame it on the shoes.
Love,
Wiggdawg from the 661, what jigga?
Here is the lo-down wit´ da´ pics (agarrense):
1. The view driving into San Vicente, my first zone. On the other side of that volcano was my first area, Zacatecoluca. I went there about a week or two ago to pick up some baptismal certificates from the zones on that side of the country because the postal service wasn't working. Good drive. Lots of dead dogs in the road. Which I honestly think is probably a good thing. I swear, the government should pay some crazy drunk guy like a dollar for each dog he kills to get rid of the darn dirty dog dilema. Heck, I'd pay a drunk guy a buck a dog.
2. My birthday party in the office! Hooray!
3. The 11th lepor.
4. Me and my companion, Elder Rodriguez in our house.
5. $/#"&% in yo face #("/$/!!! Don't tell, but I'm a member of some secret combos. Please, don't let this picture get out or the guys here will make me catfish meat. If you don't know what that is, ask Truman G. Madsen. I think I might be just about ready to join Good Charolotte when I get home. WUT NUKKA!!! ¨Lifestyles of the rich and the famous...¨ Kill me.
6. Blame the shoes. I told you they´re big and ugly. Blokes.
charity.
Hey family! How are things? Good.
Um.
Guess what... today I've officially been gone for 18 months. It's pretty hard to fathom... but at the same time not really at all. Moving clocks run slow, right? And I'm constantly moving.
Anyway, we went and played soccer this morning and then at the chapel changed into our clothes and came here to write to you guys. Fine. The bad news is that I forgot to bring my shoes, so right now I'm wearing my big old ugly white tennis shoes. So if this letter isn't quite as spiritual, its cuase of the shoes.
I think I broke my big toe while we were playing soccer. It kind of really hurts and I can't really move it.
The other day I made hamburgers with grilled onions and bbq sauce and tomatoes. It was delicious. I want to get some blue cheese sauce and avacado and do some good burger tricks. I also think I'm going to make a foiled dinner sometime soon in the oven. I'm sick of pasta and cup o noodles.
So the other day after I wrote to you guys we went and ate lunch at a little evangelist lady's house. She makes good food for 2 bucks. Anyway, we eat outside, and a bunch of ugly dogs come sniffing around for food. Scoundrels. Anyway, I saw one of the grossest dogs ever, so I took a few pictures of it. I'm am now thoroughly convinced that Resident Evil is non-fiction. The living dead.
Today I forgot my PIN number. I'm sorry for bringing such shame upon our family's name. The saddest thing is that I'm the financial secretary of the mission. Bad example. Bad form, Smee.
Anyway, I'm sorry I don't have a really good story to tell this week. I've been dealing a lot with some terrible personal apostasy that's been spreading subtlely throughout my ward like cancer. Old crazy men with Catholic traditions fused into their blood... hhh... He asked me why in the church we don't recite the Lord's prayer (Our Father who art in heaven, thy kingdom bla bla bla) since it shows up in 3 Nephi. I gave it to him pretty straight up. I like what Elder Gibbons said when he quoted somebody else, ¨Some of us are trying to serve the Lord without offending the devil.¨ Anyway, that's kind of the flavor of the week.
We have a baptism date for this weekend with a pretty eccentric guy named Ulyses on Saturday. He's pretty crazy, but ya just gotta love the guy. A week or so ago I asked him how old he was, expecting him to say like 50 or 55, but when he said 36 I was pretty taken back. So we're going to work hard to be sure that everything goes well with his baptism. I think I'm going to make a cake next Saturday for the baptism. You can't say no to cake.
I realized that one of the ways to a missionary's heart is through his stomach. I've also realized that the same rule applies with the members. Booga, write that one down.
Anyway, I love you all. If you didn't like this email, blame it on the shoes.
Love,
Wiggdawg from the 661, what jigga?
Here is the lo-down wit´ da´ pics (agarrense):
1. The view driving into San Vicente, my first zone. On the other side of that volcano was my first area, Zacatecoluca. I went there about a week or two ago to pick up some baptismal certificates from the zones on that side of the country because the postal service wasn't working. Good drive. Lots of dead dogs in the road. Which I honestly think is probably a good thing. I swear, the government should pay some crazy drunk guy like a dollar for each dog he kills to get rid of the darn dirty dog dilema. Heck, I'd pay a drunk guy a buck a dog.
2. My birthday party in the office! Hooray!
3. The 11th lepor.
4. Me and my companion, Elder Rodriguez in our house.
5. $/#"&% in yo face #("/$/!!! Don't tell, but I'm a member of some secret combos. Please, don't let this picture get out or the guys here will make me catfish meat. If you don't know what that is, ask Truman G. Madsen. I think I might be just about ready to join Good Charolotte when I get home. WUT NUKKA!!! ¨Lifestyles of the rich and the famous...¨ Kill me.
6. Blame the shoes. I told you they´re big and ugly. Blokes.
charity.