Me and my friend Kimmie have made it a habit to re-visit our childhood through these movies every Monday. This week it was Tarzan.
- Stand on the top of a mountain
- Hike inside of a cave
- Go to a Canyon
- Hike a slot canyon
- Last Feast
- Beat Shantel in a foot race
- Jump in and out of a cloud's shadow
- Bury a Time Capsule/Treasure Box
- Go stargazing (and cloud gazing)
- Eat a whole box of Otter pops
- Just say it
- Take Photos of all my friends
- See Harry Potter 6
- Movie Marathon
- Zelda Marathon
- Stink Pot at Glissmeyer's
- 3D Chalk with Andie
- Go to Logan
- Get Iron ports with dad
- Sleep under the stars
I revised it because I was told, and became aware, that it was lame.
For whatever reason, I stopped reading the life of Pi... Big mistake.
This is one of the best presents I have ever received, and it is an instant favorite. thank you again, Rianna.
I estimate I read 40% of this book going 80 miles an hour. Not bad.
I don't know if it's based on a true story or not. I tell people it is, but I don't know. Frankly, I don't want to know. I choose to believe it for what it is. Please don't tell me otherwise.
Its a bittersweet thing to finish a book.
Asleep in my hotel room in St. George. Woken up by my ringing phone. Its an unknown caller. Area code 366. What kind of area code is that? I think to myself. Wrong number. I don't answer.
Still asleep. My phone rings again. Same number. Curious, but still tired. Must be a wrong number calling again. They still don't realize they have their mistake. I don't answer.
I wake up for the final time. The phone is ringing. I decide to answer, but not fast enough. dang.
I realize I have a voice mail. This should be entertaining I think to myself. I Give it a listen. First, confusion. Then my jaw literally dropped. My eyes were opened wide. "Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no!"
"Hey look, I'm (porting?) in the rain right now, and the most you can do is answer your phone, so just answer. Okay, bye."- Elder Michael Tom
Frantically, I try to redial (knowing very well that it was probably against rules and I could get him in trouble, but if he took the risk...)
I tell my family about my stupid mistake. I can't stop thinking about my stupidity. I had 3 chances. I took none of them. Half heatedly, I try the number again. Desperation compelled me.
My shoulders slump. Why would it work now?
My heart misses a beat. ...
My heart beats faster. Its working!
My heart beat me. What if its not him who answers... It could be a crazy french man! It could be someone from the mission office who regulates their calls! I could get in trouble! this could prevent me from going on a mission! I decide, whoever it is, I will politely request for Elder Tom.
I stop breathing. I know its coming. I don't know how I know. They will answer now, or they will not answer.
"Michael...?" I forgot what I had planed to say.
Silence. "...How did you get this number...?"
"You called me."
"Oh, yeah. My bad."
I cannot describe to you how much I miss my best friend. Or how proud I am of him. He is a major motivation for me to go on a mission. I am no longer scared. I am no longer worried. I am no longer nervous. I am just anxious.
Halfway through our conversation, my phone ran out of battery. I made a dash for my car to get my charger and ran up 3 flights of stairs and down a hallway to our room. When I called him back, he told me he was trying to call me at the same moment. We are totally in sync. Even from halfway across the world.
He told me that he couldn't remember any phone numbers but mine (not even his girlfriends) and he was calling from his missionary cell phone. I have that number saved on my phone. It is so hard for me not to call it. I should delete it, but I cant make myself do it. I'm pretty sure I wont use it. Pretty sure...
Later that day I dubbed him 'My Missionary'. My mom was grossed out, but I thinks its funny and it fits. All in all, it was a great day.
P.S. we are not gay for each other.
The Doer’s, Who's constant activity and correlating smiles have given me a love for all flavors of life.
The Thinker’s, Who always choose there words carefully and only speak when its best. I challenge myself daily because of you.
The Believer's, Who, through their faith, have strengthened me. Your life is an example, and don't make the mistake of thinking your not being watched.
I don't think people realize how much of an effect they have on me. I have a great capacity for emotion, and when I am emotional, I am easily impressionable. because of this, you have all left your prints on me, even through the little things. You all have made me who I today, and I thank God every night that he sent you to be there for me. I know that sounds extremely ego centric, but why else would you be in my life? I have done nothing to deserve you, but hope to do everything I can to make you proud.
Yesterday we went to their house to plant flowers in her garden for mothers day... and it was nearly impossible to keep her from helping...
Donna: "Can someone bring this bag of weeds to the garbage?"
Eva (grandma): "I got it babe." *already slinking across the lawn*
Donna: "NO!" *spins around to see grandma tip toeing towards the heavy bag* "Mother! Dont you dare! Somebody stop her!"
Taylor: *runs full speed for the bag and grabs it right before her*
My grandma is just like my mom, only in a 70 year old body. I love it. I love seeing them interact. They are more like sisters than Mother and daughter.
I love the Puerto Rican blood in me. When I see how active my grandma is and see how my great grandma is miraculously still alive at 105 (she was born in 1903!) I feel like I should be able to lift a car over my head!
Botom line is, I love my crazy family and I love spending time with them. Every crazy minute.