Sorry to get your hopes up

It was only a rubber suit. How sad. I was sure that this time, this time we really found bigfoot. Well there's always next year. I mean, he has to exist. While the bigfoot in the picture above is allegedly only a man in a suit, I have here a picture of Bigfoot jumping OVER a PLANE.


Then again, I'm not sure I want us to find Bigfoot. Because if he ends up talking anything like chewbacca, that's going to be the most annoying scientific discovery EVER. Happy Life Day, Bigfoot.

We're having family night, are you?

Tonight was Monday night, which means it was family night. It was a little shorter than normal because my Dad is on a business trip in Florida (bad timing for that one, eh?) and one of my sister's is in Provo. It also might have been a little shorter than normal because Jenna, my littlest sister, was in charge. She gave a wonderful lesson on baptism (incredibly cute, she got close to the end and then said "oh, I forgot to do this part, um, baptism is the first step, 'draw front part of train'"). And we played two rousing games of Uno Attack, where I'm pretty sure she could've won but just because she wanted to keep playing she pushed the button anyway.

I missed my own family family nights, and I'm about to miss them again.

But Jenna didn't have the whole show to herself. My mom also read a little bit from the LDS newsroom. Proposition 8 will be up for a vote this November in California. It's a law we already passed in 2000, was overturned by the California Supreme Court for being "unconstitutional", so now its up for vote to add it to the constitution. It's shortest piece of recent legislation I've ever heard of, only adding 14 words to the constitution: "Only marriage between a man and a women is valid and recognized in California". Period. No rights are being taken away, nobody is being hated on or discriminated against. Just protecting the family as it has always existed, whether you believe in a creation or evolution.

Obviously, as with anything political, a good number of people couldn't care less. Especially because this may not be happening in their own state. Just remember, when California sneezes, the rest of the nation catches a cold.

Protecting families for family night. Fitting.

Get Emo or Die Trying

This is Jeff, the emo guitar. Jeff has no last name. Jeff has gone through a lot; He's been carved on, broke, glued poorly back together, carved on again, ripped apart, glued satisfactorily back together, carved on again, burnt, and carved on again.

Jeff has been played by many musically talentless missionaries, and carved on by perhaps even more. Jeff's selfless sacrifice has allowed many an Elder to vent their sadness, frustration and anger over ex-girlfriends on him, preventing them from slitting their own emo-wrists. Names, places, insults, wedding dates and much more have been permanently graven onto Jeff's glorious wooden surface.

I wish I could claim that the design of Jeff was my idea, but I cannot. Josh Walton, currently stuck in Magic Kinland, came up with and owns Jeff. He asked me to take the guitar home for him, and only for this reason have I been entrusted with his care.

A final note: if the human Jeff ever reads this, just know that you are seriously disliked by a very large number of spanish-speaking men.

Rock on.

Mission Accomplished

It's over. I have to say that the transition has been easy, but that's most likely caused by the fact that my parents came to pick me up in Tampico.

My family is awesome. My mission was awesome. The elders I served with are awesome.  The people I served are awesome.  My friends back home (that remember me) are awesome.

Life is mostly awesome.

Apparently everybody got one of these fancy blogspot blogs, so I figured I'd follow the trend. Plus there is very little chance I will keep up my journal writing habits without the world-wide-internet-computer-machine.

I'm not gonna tell any mission stories, at least for now. They're just mine and my family's til Sunday.

Peace suckas.