September 17, 2012

The car looks great! some new tires would complete the picture! Keep it clean. Don't use it as a trash can or a kitchen. Don't wreck it either. Mom, great scripture. Thank you. This week, I can't think of any big fat crazy experiences, but I can tell you that I had a dang eye headache saturday and sunday. I couldn't eat anything, and felt badly when eating at a potential investigator's home. They ordered three pizzas and some cheese bread I was too sick to eat but I managed to down two slices and a piece of cheese bread. I can usually eat 4 or 5 slices and 3 or 4 cheese breads. ugh. I was really close to asking them for some drugs.

The night before, we went to a baptism, just to watch. And of course there was food after in the cultural hall. It was the Somoan ward by the way. So all this good food and I could only take a couple bites of chicken before going to the bathroom. How much does it cost to replace a toilet? Just kidding. It wasn't that bad. Then we drove to La Quinta. I was in my worst condition during the drive. Which is scary to me. In my unaware state of sickness, I nearly hit 100 mph a couple times. I was purposely trying to go fast because I wanted the ride to be over. But at the same time, I needed to slow down and take it easy.

Today, we rode our bikes to the church (for Pday activity) instead of driving- to save miles. When we go to the desert, it usually takes about 150 miles for saturday and another 150 for sunday. Does more time driving give you experience? And does experience mean you are a good driver? If so, I'm a really good driver. If not, good luck to everyone else who thinks they drive a lot. The way I see it, it doesn't matter how good you are because there is always someone else who sucks at driving. and they are the ones that make it dangerous. Being a good driver means knowing the rules, knowing your car, and knowing what's around your car. Oh, and obeying the rules...not just knowing them..silly. haha.

So I bought this tie, for about 10 bucks. It's the one I mentioned a long time ago. The one that I can't tell what color it is, but it's kinda grayish...that one. I spilled something on it, and it had a nasty stain. So I got some tide to go and tried scrubbing it out. The tide to go only spread the stain and now I can't wear the tie. It's too embarrassing. Ten bucks. gone. I will buy cheaper ties from now on. In fact, I bought another one the other day for $1.50. Did I already tell you that? That's a good deal right?

Anyway, last night, I discovered my love handles. I'm officially huge. Don't worry, I'll get rid of them. I don't snack on anything like a fatty, but I'm growing like one. I think it's because I'm not exercising enough. When we ride bikes, I'm so dead tired after a few minutes, and I'm breathing like...way hard. In high school, when I was training with the soccer team, I could run for miles without stopping. Then, I stopped, and went back to Taco Bell, and got fat. I want to be fat, but I don't want to be fat. Does that make sense?

I'm trying to stay positive. How many complaints can you count in all my letters?? don't tell me, just count. Then, count all the positive things. I'm sure it's a big difference, but I'm going to try to even it out a little. Next week, there will be no complaining. No boo hoo waa I'm a baby doo doo ma ma poo poo talk. None of it.