I'm going to remember as many details as I can about the Leap Days of my life. But since there aren't that many of them, there's not a lot to remember.
2012. I remember it snowing and I was thinking, "It's fitting for it to be snowing, since it's still February." But then I thought about how it could just as easily be March 1, and that our month designations are totally arbitrary. Since I could eat anything I wanted (since the day only happens once every four years), I bought some gummy worms from a vending machine in the JFSB before my editing class. That night, I told my roommate Bryton that I could eat anything I wanted, so if he had any candy he wanted to get rid of, he could give it to me. He went to his cupboard and pulled out a bag of "Sweet and Sour" jelly eggs (candies with tart sugary stuff, like Sour Patch Kids) and said I could have them. They were from the previous Easter. I ate a bunch of them while I did homework on my bed, but they were kind of stale. I told Bryton that I was excited that in three weeks' time that I could eat Easter candy again. I debated saving the eggs until that time, but I threw them out that night when I was done with them because they were stale. I asked Bryton if he wanted them, but he was fine with me throwing them out.
2008. There was an elderly couple, the Baumps, who were inactive but friendly. We would visit them occasionally, and on this occasion they had some friends over. These friends said they had been talking with missionaries from another area just recently. They lived next door to the house in our area where the missionaries had lived for years until a few months earlier. They said that they wished we missionaries would live there again. Their new neighbors threw lots of loud, wild parties (think alcohol, etc.) with all sorts of people showing up, and even police would end up showing up. I think they said that these parties would go on even when the neighbors' kids were there. We asked these friends of the Baumps if we could talk more with them about the gospel, and I think we arranged a time to meet there at the Baumps' again the following week. That night we went to the Northpointe Ward pinewood derby. We just went at the beginning to try to meet and talk to some people. We met some people who had multiple piercings. They were friendly, but we didn't get to talk much to them. After they had walked away, we asked someone who they were. He told us that the woman is the daughter of the Relief Society president and the man was her boyfriend. Then he told us that they lived in the house where the missionaries used to live. Elder Chun looked at me and started laughing.
This is my journal entry for the day: "Today we stopped by the Baumps, a less-active family, and their non-member friends who live next to where the missionary house used to be in this area. The friend said she liked having the missionaries next door, much better than their current party animal neighbors, who are noisy and frequently have police showing up.
"Then we went to a pine wood derby and there were people we didn't recognize who had piercings. We asked ward members who they were, and they said, 'She's Sister Schurtz's [Relief Society President] semi-active daughter and her non-member boyfriend. They live in the old missionary house.' We immediately started laughing.
[At this point I wrote in a squiggly font to indicate that I was thinking of something that happened in the past, like they do the swirly screen in movies before a flashback.]
<flashback font>Sunday, February 29, 2004.
The next time we have leap day, I'll be on my mission.</flashback font>
I couldn't fathom that four years ago. And here I am.
2004. It was a fifth Sunday, and my dad was talking about how utterly unusual it was to have a fifth-Sunday lesson in February. My cousin Shane, who was born on Leap Day, and his wife Sarah came to our house and we played games. They talked about how there had been a party for Shane in which he got gifts that a six-year-old would get, including a Spongebob t-shirt. My mom said, "Should we tell them what Spongebob thing you have?" and I averted an embarrassing situation by saying "Cards" (which was true). I think the rest of my mom's family came over. We had soda, which I drank since it was the special occasion of Leap Day. I kept thinking about how crazy (and I thought sad) it was that I would be on my mission the next Leap Day.
2000. You would think that since this day only happens once every four years, I would do a better job of remembering it. But nope, I don't remember anything that happened this day.
1996. I remember my dad coming home from work. I talked about how it was Leap Year, and he, in his typical silly manner, asked if we should do some leaping. I had a ridiculous mental image of us going outside and jumping ("leaping") up our rock path.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Presidents' Day
I'm going to remember as many details as I can about the Presidents' Days of my life.
2012. I was putting up St. Patrick's Day lights at home and listening to music from my laptop. My mom told me that I messed up the grammar on my Facebook status: "The false prophet Stephen Duncan and I met in East Wenatchee..." I pointed out that it was right. My mom thought that "Stephen Duncan" was an appositive for "false prophet," but it wasn't. Jessica Penix from my mission liked the status. (I'm not friends with her anymore--she unfriended me back in May when I sent her a message asking her to change her pornographic profile picture.) My aunt came over and my computer was playing a Charlie Brown song; my aunt asked, "What are we listening to?" and I told her "Vince Guaraldi." Then I drove back to Provo. The radio played a Jewel song, and then the next song kept saying, "L U V Madonna." I thought, "Jewel and Madonna? Is this a 90s day or something?" But then they said it was Madonna featuring Nicki Minaj, so I knew it was a new song.
2011. I think this was the time I went grocery shopping with my mom and she bought me a bunch of canned goods for recipes she has that consist of canned products.
2010. I wore my new St. Patrick's Day shirt. In the morning, I was complaining to my mom that I couldn't get the songs I downloaded the night before onto my computer, but I was able to figure it out. I would have brought out St. Patrick's Day decorations, and I took a few shamrock window clings to take back to Provo. I went to bed when I realized that I didn't have a parking permit on my car, since I traded cars, but I thought it would be OK overnight and I'd move it the next day. (I turned out to be wrong.) [This post was taken from my last one.]
2009. Our district went to Kohl's for P-day because there were supposed to be some good sales. I bought a white-and-green-striped tie for St. Patrick's Day. I looked at the St. Patrick's Day t-shirts but I didn't care to pay the price to buy them. Elder Canova admired the Snoopy "Party Like a Rockstar" shirt. We looked at a shelf with clearance stuff on it; the perverted Elder Stafford talked about the "man thong." I found an orange beanie. I thought it would be good to have, since we frequently had to walk along unlit roads with no sidewalks at night. Then we did our grocery shopping. That year, M&Ms made green candies for Valentine's Day (stupid idea), but since no one liked that idea, there was plenty of clearance candy, so I bought a bag. Then we went to the Days', where Elder Lestarge and Elder Kitchen lived, and played the typical missionary game Bang! Elder Dunn liked the M&Ms. While we were waiting for a ride back to our house, I put on my new hat, and Elder Stafford commented on it. When we got home, I looked in the mirror, and realized how ridiculous my orange hat looked. It looked like a bathing cap. Elder Betenson said that he wasn't going to say anything, but that he agreed it looked terrible. He said that his previous companion, Elder Torrance, had cut up a hat and used it as a neck warmer. I mostly cared about the orange for the visibility, so I cut it up. But he said it still looked dumb, so I threw it away. Then we went and tried to visit a Sister Locarni, who lived close to us. We found out she was an active member, but her husband wasn't a member. We learned that Brother Wilhelm, the ward mission leader, visited them, which was a scary thought, since he was notorious for teaching false doctrine. After 9:00, Elder Wilson called me and said, "I have sad news," and told me that Brother Martin from the Davenport Branch had died unexpectedly. They announced it at stake conference. I think I might have called Elder Love and relayed the info. This is my journal entry for the day:
"Today was my first P-day in the district. It was a hassle with all the people; we had Elder Stafford in the trunk. I bought an orange hat to be more visible at night, but it looked ridiculous, so I threw it away. I also bought a green tie (and green M&Ms) for St. Patrick's Day. We also played Bang.
"Then this evening we met Sister Locarni, who is active, but her husband is not a member. We tried to see others, but they weren't home, and we came back.
"Elder Wilson called me and told me Brother Martin from the Davenport branch died unexpectedly."
2003. I remember I had a dream that I owned a tie that said "Presidents' Day" on it. That day I was changing one of our porch lights to green for St. Patrick's Day. I put the green lightbulb in my pocket when I went outside, and while I was moving the ladder the lightbulb fell out of my pocket and crashed on the ground. I asked my mom if she would buy me a new one, and she was annoyed because she had just bought that one.
1997. I remember wanting to show my mom the picture I drew of Mt. Rushmore for Presidents' Day. But maybe that was 1996.
I don't know why I don't remember much about Presidents' Day.
2012. I was putting up St. Patrick's Day lights at home and listening to music from my laptop. My mom told me that I messed up the grammar on my Facebook status: "The false prophet Stephen Duncan and I met in East Wenatchee..." I pointed out that it was right. My mom thought that "Stephen Duncan" was an appositive for "false prophet," but it wasn't. Jessica Penix from my mission liked the status. (I'm not friends with her anymore--she unfriended me back in May when I sent her a message asking her to change her pornographic profile picture.) My aunt came over and my computer was playing a Charlie Brown song; my aunt asked, "What are we listening to?" and I told her "Vince Guaraldi." Then I drove back to Provo. The radio played a Jewel song, and then the next song kept saying, "L U V Madonna." I thought, "Jewel and Madonna? Is this a 90s day or something?" But then they said it was Madonna featuring Nicki Minaj, so I knew it was a new song.
2011. I think this was the time I went grocery shopping with my mom and she bought me a bunch of canned goods for recipes she has that consist of canned products.
2010. I wore my new St. Patrick's Day shirt. In the morning, I was complaining to my mom that I couldn't get the songs I downloaded the night before onto my computer, but I was able to figure it out. I would have brought out St. Patrick's Day decorations, and I took a few shamrock window clings to take back to Provo. I went to bed when I realized that I didn't have a parking permit on my car, since I traded cars, but I thought it would be OK overnight and I'd move it the next day. (I turned out to be wrong.) [This post was taken from my last one.]
2009. Our district went to Kohl's for P-day because there were supposed to be some good sales. I bought a white-and-green-striped tie for St. Patrick's Day. I looked at the St. Patrick's Day t-shirts but I didn't care to pay the price to buy them. Elder Canova admired the Snoopy "Party Like a Rockstar" shirt. We looked at a shelf with clearance stuff on it; the perverted Elder Stafford talked about the "man thong." I found an orange beanie. I thought it would be good to have, since we frequently had to walk along unlit roads with no sidewalks at night. Then we did our grocery shopping. That year, M&Ms made green candies for Valentine's Day (stupid idea), but since no one liked that idea, there was plenty of clearance candy, so I bought a bag. Then we went to the Days', where Elder Lestarge and Elder Kitchen lived, and played the typical missionary game Bang! Elder Dunn liked the M&Ms. While we were waiting for a ride back to our house, I put on my new hat, and Elder Stafford commented on it. When we got home, I looked in the mirror, and realized how ridiculous my orange hat looked. It looked like a bathing cap. Elder Betenson said that he wasn't going to say anything, but that he agreed it looked terrible. He said that his previous companion, Elder Torrance, had cut up a hat and used it as a neck warmer. I mostly cared about the orange for the visibility, so I cut it up. But he said it still looked dumb, so I threw it away. Then we went and tried to visit a Sister Locarni, who lived close to us. We found out she was an active member, but her husband wasn't a member. We learned that Brother Wilhelm, the ward mission leader, visited them, which was a scary thought, since he was notorious for teaching false doctrine. After 9:00, Elder Wilson called me and said, "I have sad news," and told me that Brother Martin from the Davenport Branch had died unexpectedly. They announced it at stake conference. I think I might have called Elder Love and relayed the info. This is my journal entry for the day:
"Today was my first P-day in the district. It was a hassle with all the people; we had Elder Stafford in the trunk. I bought an orange hat to be more visible at night, but it looked ridiculous, so I threw it away. I also bought a green tie (and green M&Ms) for St. Patrick's Day. We also played Bang.
"Then this evening we met Sister Locarni, who is active, but her husband is not a member. We tried to see others, but they weren't home, and we came back.
"Elder Wilson called me and told me Brother Martin from the Davenport branch died unexpectedly."
2003. I remember I had a dream that I owned a tie that said "Presidents' Day" on it. That day I was changing one of our porch lights to green for St. Patrick's Day. I put the green lightbulb in my pocket when I went outside, and while I was moving the ladder the lightbulb fell out of my pocket and crashed on the ground. I asked my mom if she would buy me a new one, and she was annoyed because she had just bought that one.
1997. I remember wanting to show my mom the picture I drew of Mt. Rushmore for Presidents' Day. But maybe that was 1996.
I don't know why I don't remember much about Presidents' Day.
Friday, February 15, 2013
February 15
I'm going to remember what I can about the day after Valentine's Day. But I'm not going to remember 2013, because that's today!
2012. My class notes indicate that this was the day my editing class met in Special Collections in the library. I went down to Special Collections, but I walked right by our class. I had to turn around and go into the room where our class was meeting. We all spread out in our seats, but they told us we all needed to sit toward the front. They showed us ancient writings: a Cuneiform tablet, handwritten monastery Bibles with pages of animal skins (and the monks would still use pages with holes in them), and an eighteenth-century book with a picture on the edges of the pages. That was really cool; one way it was one picture, and the other way it was the other. That night I wrote a blog post about lemits.
2011. I suspect that I would have removed my Valentine's Day music from my playlist, and then to kick-off my newly un-Valentined playlist, I started off my listening session with John Mayer's "St. Patrick's Day." Apparently this was the night I went running on campus, and I was on East Campus Drive. There were some people on the sidewalk, so I ran on the grass to get out of the way. I tripped and fell, and all those people saw me.
2010. I wore my new St. Patrick's Day shirt. In the morning, I was complaining to my mom that I couldn't get the songs I downloaded the night before onto my computer, but I was able to figure it out. I would have brought out St. Patrick's Day decorations, and I took a few shamrock window clings to take back to Provo. I went to bed when I realized that I didn't have a parking permit on my car, since I traded cars, but I thought it would be OK overnight and I'd move it the next day. (I turned out to be wrong.)
2009. It was my first Sunday in the Hayden Lake 4th Ward. I think we had to help pass the sacrament. Sister James, who played the organ and was an eccentric lady, was wearing a small wire Valentine garland in her hair. There was a friendly nonmember at church. After sacrament meeting, he went off to the Gospel Doctrine class. We went and found him, and Elder Betenson said to him, "There's a class for nonmembers" (which I thought was a tactless thing to say), and this guy said, "I'm good." (I later tracted into him and found out he was excommunicated.) We taught Elders Quorum, and Elder Betenson did most of the talking, partly because I don't talk too much and partly because he likes to show how much he knows. I brought up a scripture in the Doctrine and Covenants directed to someone (I can't remember who), and Elder Betenson chimed in that that guy helped fund the Book of Mormon. After church the Elders Quorum President said I needed to talk more (but he said it nicely). I think we probably talked to Elder Kitchen and Elder Lestarge. A man in one of the other wards in the building came up to me and introduced himself. He noticed that my name is Melville, and he said he was a bishop in Fillmore. I told him my dad is from there, but he didn't recognize the name Rick Melville. But then I told him that my grandpa was Boyd, and he knew him. He asked what my grandma's name was; when I said "Judy," he said, "That's right." I told her that she had died a few years earlier, and he said he had heard that. This is my journal entry for the day:
"Today at church a nonmember showed up and after sacrament meeting he snuck to Gospel Doctrine, so we went to grab him, but he firmly said, 'I'm good.' We had to teach Elders Quorum, and Elder Betenson dominated the lesson. I have my good days and my bad days about talking, and today was a bad one. We had dinner with the Woods, and nothing else too significant happened, except a Tim Shirtz (sp) of another ward was a bishop in Fillmore about twelve years ago, and talked about how Grandpa Boyd knew all about lumber."
2008. I remember Brother Welsh, with whom we lived, came home from the store with a lot of sale Valentine candy. Some of that included red, pink, and white Kissables, which they don't make anymore.
2003. We drove home from Fillmore, since we had been there for my cousin's wedding. On our drive home, we hit a thick patch of fog. I was eating all the leftover Valentine candy my mom got from her school. I think this was the day we went to a bookstore in Salt Lake because Jules Feiffer, who illustrated The Phantom Tollbooth, was signing books. I took my copy of The Phantom Tollbooth to have him sign. We were driving in Salt Lake and I saw someone have a Mardi Gras flag up, and I was surprised anyone actually celebrated that in Utah. We helped Susanne pack up some stuff from her house, since she was moving out. My mom's friend Jackie and her husband Sam were helping. It started raining, and Sam went and stood under a carport or something, saying that even chickens know when to get out of the rain. That night my mom and my siblings and I went to a King's Singers concert. While we were walking on our way there, David was singing songs he'd created on his mission, like, "Raindrops keep falling on my head, I guess that means my eyes will soon be turning red, acid rain." I was embarrassed, so I rammed into him to try to get him to stop. He asked why I was doing that, and I said, "'Cause that's what I do." My mom thought that was funny and started laughing loudly and asked Susanne if she heard what I said. That made me even more embarrassed. At the concert, the King's Singers said that the previous night had been Valentine's Day, so there had been a lot of physical contact with the concert goers--but that it was the same story that night. We got some CDs during intermission; I think I wanted to get a Beatles one (and to this day I've hardly listened to it). My mom bought one called Kid Stuff since Susanne was having a baby. When we were leaving teh concert and walking back to our car, we overheard some people behind us talking about the snobby people in black (i.e. everyone coming from the concert). Then we dropped Susanne off at her house for one of the last nights she would be sleeping there.
2002. After school I put up St. Patrick's Day decorations. That night the Andersons picked me up and took me to "the Bubble" to go swimming with them. There was a house in Bountiful that had green lights up already for St. Patrick's Day. I saw Erica Lovell (who was my age) at the Bubble.
Related posts:
Remember Every Detail, Volume 6: Valentine's Day
A Year of Holiday Memories
2012. My class notes indicate that this was the day my editing class met in Special Collections in the library. I went down to Special Collections, but I walked right by our class. I had to turn around and go into the room where our class was meeting. We all spread out in our seats, but they told us we all needed to sit toward the front. They showed us ancient writings: a Cuneiform tablet, handwritten monastery Bibles with pages of animal skins (and the monks would still use pages with holes in them), and an eighteenth-century book with a picture on the edges of the pages. That was really cool; one way it was one picture, and the other way it was the other. That night I wrote a blog post about lemits.
2011. I suspect that I would have removed my Valentine's Day music from my playlist, and then to kick-off my newly un-Valentined playlist, I started off my listening session with John Mayer's "St. Patrick's Day." Apparently this was the night I went running on campus, and I was on East Campus Drive. There were some people on the sidewalk, so I ran on the grass to get out of the way. I tripped and fell, and all those people saw me.
2010. I wore my new St. Patrick's Day shirt. In the morning, I was complaining to my mom that I couldn't get the songs I downloaded the night before onto my computer, but I was able to figure it out. I would have brought out St. Patrick's Day decorations, and I took a few shamrock window clings to take back to Provo. I went to bed when I realized that I didn't have a parking permit on my car, since I traded cars, but I thought it would be OK overnight and I'd move it the next day. (I turned out to be wrong.)
2009. It was my first Sunday in the Hayden Lake 4th Ward. I think we had to help pass the sacrament. Sister James, who played the organ and was an eccentric lady, was wearing a small wire Valentine garland in her hair. There was a friendly nonmember at church. After sacrament meeting, he went off to the Gospel Doctrine class. We went and found him, and Elder Betenson said to him, "There's a class for nonmembers" (which I thought was a tactless thing to say), and this guy said, "I'm good." (I later tracted into him and found out he was excommunicated.) We taught Elders Quorum, and Elder Betenson did most of the talking, partly because I don't talk too much and partly because he likes to show how much he knows. I brought up a scripture in the Doctrine and Covenants directed to someone (I can't remember who), and Elder Betenson chimed in that that guy helped fund the Book of Mormon. After church the Elders Quorum President said I needed to talk more (but he said it nicely). I think we probably talked to Elder Kitchen and Elder Lestarge. A man in one of the other wards in the building came up to me and introduced himself. He noticed that my name is Melville, and he said he was a bishop in Fillmore. I told him my dad is from there, but he didn't recognize the name Rick Melville. But then I told him that my grandpa was Boyd, and he knew him. He asked what my grandma's name was; when I said "Judy," he said, "That's right." I told her that she had died a few years earlier, and he said he had heard that. This is my journal entry for the day:
"Today at church a nonmember showed up and after sacrament meeting he snuck to Gospel Doctrine, so we went to grab him, but he firmly said, 'I'm good.' We had to teach Elders Quorum, and Elder Betenson dominated the lesson. I have my good days and my bad days about talking, and today was a bad one. We had dinner with the Woods, and nothing else too significant happened, except a Tim Shirtz (sp) of another ward was a bishop in Fillmore about twelve years ago, and talked about how Grandpa Boyd knew all about lumber."
2008. I remember Brother Welsh, with whom we lived, came home from the store with a lot of sale Valentine candy. Some of that included red, pink, and white Kissables, which they don't make anymore.
2003. We drove home from Fillmore, since we had been there for my cousin's wedding. On our drive home, we hit a thick patch of fog. I was eating all the leftover Valentine candy my mom got from her school. I think this was the day we went to a bookstore in Salt Lake because Jules Feiffer, who illustrated The Phantom Tollbooth, was signing books. I took my copy of The Phantom Tollbooth to have him sign. We were driving in Salt Lake and I saw someone have a Mardi Gras flag up, and I was surprised anyone actually celebrated that in Utah. We helped Susanne pack up some stuff from her house, since she was moving out. My mom's friend Jackie and her husband Sam were helping. It started raining, and Sam went and stood under a carport or something, saying that even chickens know when to get out of the rain. That night my mom and my siblings and I went to a King's Singers concert. While we were walking on our way there, David was singing songs he'd created on his mission, like, "Raindrops keep falling on my head, I guess that means my eyes will soon be turning red, acid rain." I was embarrassed, so I rammed into him to try to get him to stop. He asked why I was doing that, and I said, "'Cause that's what I do." My mom thought that was funny and started laughing loudly and asked Susanne if she heard what I said. That made me even more embarrassed. At the concert, the King's Singers said that the previous night had been Valentine's Day, so there had been a lot of physical contact with the concert goers--but that it was the same story that night. We got some CDs during intermission; I think I wanted to get a Beatles one (and to this day I've hardly listened to it). My mom bought one called Kid Stuff since Susanne was having a baby. When we were leaving teh concert and walking back to our car, we overheard some people behind us talking about the snobby people in black (i.e. everyone coming from the concert). Then we dropped Susanne off at her house for one of the last nights she would be sleeping there.
2002. After school I put up St. Patrick's Day decorations. That night the Andersons picked me up and took me to "the Bubble" to go swimming with them. There was a house in Bountiful that had green lights up already for St. Patrick's Day. I saw Erica Lovell (who was my age) at the Bubble.
Related posts:
Remember Every Detail, Volume 6: Valentine's Day
A Year of Holiday Memories
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Lincoln's Birthday
I'm going to remember as many details as I can about February 12, two days before Valentine's Day.
2012. That night I walked to a fireside that had Hartman Rector, an emeritus Seventy. I walked into the church building with some either people, but there was another event going on, and we almost went to the wrong event. I was behind Zach Zimmerman and his friends, and I was going to sit with them, but there wasn't room at their bench in the front of the chapel. I walked to the back of the chapel, and Kristen Jensen invited me to sit by her. I decided not to because there wasn't much room on the bench, but she scooted over and let me sit there. Brother Rector was pretty funny; he talked about "Tom Monson." He talked about encouraging new converts to go to the temple. Someone had told him that converts couldn't go to the temple for a year after their baptism, but he said that they could go when they were twelve, referring to baptisms. After the fireside, they had cheesecake for refreshments. I was only able to eat the cherry cheesecake, and I remember having a discussion with Chase Elwood about it. I had two pieces of it. I remember talking to Emily Farris, but she had to go because her ride was leaving. Then I went home. When I walked inside, my roommate Ammon was watching the Grammys. A blue-haired woman was singing, and I asked, "Is that Katy Perry?" It was. Then a little later I was around when they were announcing the best country album. I was glad Lady Antebellum won for Own the Night. I told Ammon that I wasn't too big on country, but that I really liked that album. He said he knew the "Just a Kiss" single. I told Ammon that I was sad Christina Perri wasn't nominated for anything. I didn't watch the Grammys, but I did look up the results, and I was amazed Adele won every award she was up for. After the Grammys, Ammon was playing Katy Perry's new song, "Part of Me," from YouTube. I asked my room roommate if he minded if I watched something. He didn't mind, and I watched the Peanuts Motion Comics Valentine clip; he looked back at my computer screen at the scene in which Lucy insists Linus draws the mouth on the picture he drew of her.
2011. I went grocery shopping, and I wanted to buy stuff to make cookies for my home teachers. I texted my roommate Zach if I should do sugar cookies or M&M cookies, but he didn't respond in time, so I just went and bought stuff for M&M cookies. That ended up being what he suggested anyway. I had to work that night, setting up a room in the Smith Fieldhouse for church the next day.
2010. I think this was the day I was walking to my calculus class in the morning and I met Brian Clancy, a guy in my class. We started talking and he said that he had forgotten the orange juice he was going to take to his dance class. I think he said that he expected that he was going to get called on a Spanish-speaking mission, since he spoke Spanish. But I told him that I had taken four years of Spanish, two years of French, and one year of ASL, and got called English speaking. Since I was temporarily without a car, my mom came down and picked me up for the weekend. I brought some CDs to listen to in the car, Cherie Call's Grace and the Vince Guaraldi and the Lost Cues from the Charlie Brown Television Specials CDs.When we got home, I wanted to look at my Peanuts music book, but we didn't know where it was. They asked Allie if she knew where it was; she had taken it in the car. Susanne said, "Of course my daughter would have it; it has names in it!" That night I went with my parents to a Temple Square concert, since I had to attend concerts for my Music 101 class. It was in the Assembly Hall and it was a showcase of music that had been submitted to the Church. They had an institute choir that was pretty good, but the girl playing the bass (or maybe another instrument) wasn't very good. A children's choir sang the children's songs; the guy in charge said it was "the best part." The kids were just a stake choir, and we were impressed with how good they were. There was a song about tithing, and there was an extra verse to "My Heavenly Father Loves Me." It wasn't well attended, which made me sad.
2009. Elder Betenson and I were out walking when Elder Wilson called me. It was slightly windy, and I could barely hear him on the phone. I said, "I can't hear you because of the wind," so then Elder Betenson said we could stop so that I could hear better. He told me that Sister Andrus, the former member who was married to the High Priests Group Leader in Ritzville, agreed to take the lessons. That night we went to our meeting with the bishopric and they gave us a new ward list. This is my journal entry for the day:
"Today we did our sacred planning, which was very interesting. At this point I'm observing to figure out how I can help Elder Betenson.
"Our appointment today totally dogged us so we did some tracting and follow-ups. We got a new ward list with twenty-six names that weren't there in April, so we have a lot of good following up to do.
"And Elder Wilson called and made me sad to have left, because Sister Andrus has agreed to take the lessons."
2008. I think this was the day that I was with Elder Rand (since our companions were sick) and we were driving down a hill when the brakes made a really terrible noise. We ended up going to a car repair place to get the brakes fixed. While we were waiting, we went to the Mexican restaurant that was nearby, where we had gone on Christmas Eve. It seems like someone might have also given us a dinner that had heart-shaped chocolates in it.
2006. I think for some reason my mom and Allie didn't go to church with us, or didn't go the whole time--it had something to do with my mom's friend Jackie. I remember remembering Allie eating a Valentine cookie from nursery the year before, and I realized that Allie wouldn't have another Valentine's Day in nursery, and it made me sad. I'm not sure why this picture was taken, but it was:
2005. My brother and his wife and baby had to move in after their apartment flooded. So we hurriedly packed all my stuff out of my bedroom and put it in the smaller one so that they could have the bigger bedroom.
2001. I think this was the day I sprained my wrist. We had these activities where we all got in lines and did some activity, and then we had to rotate after each activity. I was at the front and I was rotating to the back, but I didn't want to hold everyone up, so I ran. I slipped and hurt my right wrist. It hurt all day. After school, I told my mom, and she wondered why I didn't call home. I said it didn't hurt that bad. We went to InstaCare. They took an x-ray, but they couldn't tell whether it was broken or not. I hoped that it was broken, because that would mean I continued a pattern of having a broken bone in even-numbered grades: kindergarten, 2nd grade, 4th grade, and then 6th grade. (It turned out not being broken.)
2000. We went to my cousins' house that day and we went shopping at Macey's, where my mom bought colored Nilla wafers for the mini cheesecakes she was making the next day. I think this was the time that afterward, Jesse and I were playing at the Super Nintendo, and Wayne asked where our moms were. We said we thought they were out doing more shopping. He said grumpily, "This is bull****," and Jesse said, "Daddy said a bad word!" Wayne didn't seem to care.
1999. For our Valentine's Day party, we were playing spelling baseball, where if you spell it right, you get to move bases. While I was in line, I lost a tooth. That night I watched a Valentine-themed episode of Sabrina the Teenage Witch while eating my candy, including a red and white Lifesaver. I showed David the Bart Simpson valentine I got from Tory Jackson. It said "No school today" inside a circle with a cross through it. When my mom saw it, she pointed out that it should really say "School today" inside that circle, since it was being crossed out.
1998. I would have filled out my valentines for the class party the next day.
1996. My mom packed a Little Debbie heart-shaped chocolate cake in my lunch, and I tried to bite it into the shape of a top hat in honor of Lincoln's birthday.
2012. That night I walked to a fireside that had Hartman Rector, an emeritus Seventy. I walked into the church building with some either people, but there was another event going on, and we almost went to the wrong event. I was behind Zach Zimmerman and his friends, and I was going to sit with them, but there wasn't room at their bench in the front of the chapel. I walked to the back of the chapel, and Kristen Jensen invited me to sit by her. I decided not to because there wasn't much room on the bench, but she scooted over and let me sit there. Brother Rector was pretty funny; he talked about "Tom Monson." He talked about encouraging new converts to go to the temple. Someone had told him that converts couldn't go to the temple for a year after their baptism, but he said that they could go when they were twelve, referring to baptisms. After the fireside, they had cheesecake for refreshments. I was only able to eat the cherry cheesecake, and I remember having a discussion with Chase Elwood about it. I had two pieces of it. I remember talking to Emily Farris, but she had to go because her ride was leaving. Then I went home. When I walked inside, my roommate Ammon was watching the Grammys. A blue-haired woman was singing, and I asked, "Is that Katy Perry?" It was. Then a little later I was around when they were announcing the best country album. I was glad Lady Antebellum won for Own the Night. I told Ammon that I wasn't too big on country, but that I really liked that album. He said he knew the "Just a Kiss" single. I told Ammon that I was sad Christina Perri wasn't nominated for anything. I didn't watch the Grammys, but I did look up the results, and I was amazed Adele won every award she was up for. After the Grammys, Ammon was playing Katy Perry's new song, "Part of Me," from YouTube. I asked my room roommate if he minded if I watched something. He didn't mind, and I watched the Peanuts Motion Comics Valentine clip; he looked back at my computer screen at the scene in which Lucy insists Linus draws the mouth on the picture he drew of her.
2011. I went grocery shopping, and I wanted to buy stuff to make cookies for my home teachers. I texted my roommate Zach if I should do sugar cookies or M&M cookies, but he didn't respond in time, so I just went and bought stuff for M&M cookies. That ended up being what he suggested anyway. I had to work that night, setting up a room in the Smith Fieldhouse for church the next day.
2010. I think this was the day I was walking to my calculus class in the morning and I met Brian Clancy, a guy in my class. We started talking and he said that he had forgotten the orange juice he was going to take to his dance class. I think he said that he expected that he was going to get called on a Spanish-speaking mission, since he spoke Spanish. But I told him that I had taken four years of Spanish, two years of French, and one year of ASL, and got called English speaking. Since I was temporarily without a car, my mom came down and picked me up for the weekend. I brought some CDs to listen to in the car, Cherie Call's Grace and the Vince Guaraldi and the Lost Cues from the Charlie Brown Television Specials CDs.When we got home, I wanted to look at my Peanuts music book, but we didn't know where it was. They asked Allie if she knew where it was; she had taken it in the car. Susanne said, "Of course my daughter would have it; it has names in it!" That night I went with my parents to a Temple Square concert, since I had to attend concerts for my Music 101 class. It was in the Assembly Hall and it was a showcase of music that had been submitted to the Church. They had an institute choir that was pretty good, but the girl playing the bass (or maybe another instrument) wasn't very good. A children's choir sang the children's songs; the guy in charge said it was "the best part." The kids were just a stake choir, and we were impressed with how good they were. There was a song about tithing, and there was an extra verse to "My Heavenly Father Loves Me." It wasn't well attended, which made me sad.
2009. Elder Betenson and I were out walking when Elder Wilson called me. It was slightly windy, and I could barely hear him on the phone. I said, "I can't hear you because of the wind," so then Elder Betenson said we could stop so that I could hear better. He told me that Sister Andrus, the former member who was married to the High Priests Group Leader in Ritzville, agreed to take the lessons. That night we went to our meeting with the bishopric and they gave us a new ward list. This is my journal entry for the day:
"Today we did our sacred planning, which was very interesting. At this point I'm observing to figure out how I can help Elder Betenson.
"Our appointment today totally dogged us so we did some tracting and follow-ups. We got a new ward list with twenty-six names that weren't there in April, so we have a lot of good following up to do.
"And Elder Wilson called and made me sad to have left, because Sister Andrus has agreed to take the lessons."
2008. I think this was the day that I was with Elder Rand (since our companions were sick) and we were driving down a hill when the brakes made a really terrible noise. We ended up going to a car repair place to get the brakes fixed. While we were waiting, we went to the Mexican restaurant that was nearby, where we had gone on Christmas Eve. It seems like someone might have also given us a dinner that had heart-shaped chocolates in it.
2006. I think for some reason my mom and Allie didn't go to church with us, or didn't go the whole time--it had something to do with my mom's friend Jackie. I remember remembering Allie eating a Valentine cookie from nursery the year before, and I realized that Allie wouldn't have another Valentine's Day in nursery, and it made me sad. I'm not sure why this picture was taken, but it was:
2005. My brother and his wife and baby had to move in after their apartment flooded. So we hurriedly packed all my stuff out of my bedroom and put it in the smaller one so that they could have the bigger bedroom.
2001. I think this was the day I sprained my wrist. We had these activities where we all got in lines and did some activity, and then we had to rotate after each activity. I was at the front and I was rotating to the back, but I didn't want to hold everyone up, so I ran. I slipped and hurt my right wrist. It hurt all day. After school, I told my mom, and she wondered why I didn't call home. I said it didn't hurt that bad. We went to InstaCare. They took an x-ray, but they couldn't tell whether it was broken or not. I hoped that it was broken, because that would mean I continued a pattern of having a broken bone in even-numbered grades: kindergarten, 2nd grade, 4th grade, and then 6th grade. (It turned out not being broken.)
2000. We went to my cousins' house that day and we went shopping at Macey's, where my mom bought colored Nilla wafers for the mini cheesecakes she was making the next day. I think this was the time that afterward, Jesse and I were playing at the Super Nintendo, and Wayne asked where our moms were. We said we thought they were out doing more shopping. He said grumpily, "This is bull****," and Jesse said, "Daddy said a bad word!" Wayne didn't seem to care.
1999. For our Valentine's Day party, we were playing spelling baseball, where if you spell it right, you get to move bases. While I was in line, I lost a tooth. That night I watched a Valentine-themed episode of Sabrina the Teenage Witch while eating my candy, including a red and white Lifesaver. I showed David the Bart Simpson valentine I got from Tory Jackson. It said "No school today" inside a circle with a cross through it. When my mom saw it, she pointed out that it should really say "School today" inside that circle, since it was being crossed out.
1998. I would have filled out my valentines for the class party the next day.
1996. My mom packed a Little Debbie heart-shaped chocolate cake in my lunch, and I tried to bite it into the shape of a top hat in honor of Lincoln's birthday.
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