Date: Wednesday, November 25, 2009, 2:58 PM
Hey everyone. Not much going on here. Transfers are coming up on Dec 2nd and odds are against me that I'll stay. Hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving! Send me lots of pics!
Later
(The reason why this email is so short is because we met our Zone Goal for baptisms and they're playing a movie right in front of me so my attention is somewhere else.)
Elder Garcia
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
12 Nov 2009 - 18 Nov 2009
Date: Wednesday, November 18, 2009, 12:51 PM
So last night I had a low blood sugar in the middle of the night. If you've never had a low blood sugar in the middle of the night then I'll describe it to you.
It feels sort of like you're pregnant and have amnesia at the same time. And when I say pregnant, I mean you crave the weirdest foods part of pregnancy.
So I was staring at a little glowy light. I don't remember waking up. I don't even remember how long I was staring at this glowy light. All I remember was that it was AMAZING!
So I want to touch the glowy light. I'm sad to say that it was solid. So I pick up what the glowy light is attached to and the glowy light disappears. I'm sad now. I feel what the thing in my hand is and I slowy realize that it's my companions shaver.
I suddenly realize why I'm awake, why I was staring at a glowy light for who knows how long, and why I was now holding a shaver in my hands. I had a low blood sugar.
So now I'm ravenous. I jump out of my bed like a frog and run out into our living room where the community candy box is and start shuffling through it deciding on what I want to eat more. So I start wolfing down anything that's in my hands.
Then I go to bed and wake up late because of my late night episode.
Story time over.
Next time, I'll write the talk that I gave last week on superheroes.
I got to get off now. Later.
Stay true to the faith!
Elder Garcia
So last night I had a low blood sugar in the middle of the night. If you've never had a low blood sugar in the middle of the night then I'll describe it to you.
It feels sort of like you're pregnant and have amnesia at the same time. And when I say pregnant, I mean you crave the weirdest foods part of pregnancy.
So I was staring at a little glowy light. I don't remember waking up. I don't even remember how long I was staring at this glowy light. All I remember was that it was AMAZING!
So I want to touch the glowy light. I'm sad to say that it was solid. So I pick up what the glowy light is attached to and the glowy light disappears. I'm sad now. I feel what the thing in my hand is and I slowy realize that it's my companions shaver.
I suddenly realize why I'm awake, why I was staring at a glowy light for who knows how long, and why I was now holding a shaver in my hands. I had a low blood sugar.
So now I'm ravenous. I jump out of my bed like a frog and run out into our living room where the community candy box is and start shuffling through it deciding on what I want to eat more. So I start wolfing down anything that's in my hands.
Then I go to bed and wake up late because of my late night episode.
Story time over.
Next time, I'll write the talk that I gave last week on superheroes.
I got to get off now. Later.
Stay true to the faith!
Elder Garcia
Thursday, November 12, 2009
04 Nov 09 - 12 Nov 09
Date: Thursday, November 12, 2009, 12:51 PM
Story Time!!!
Okay, so last week sometime we met this old lady named Marsha Erickson. We couldn't go in to teach her because there was no male there who was over 18. So we rescheduled it for another day.
So another day comes around and Marsha's son invites us in. As we wait for Marsha, we talk to her daughter Briana about gospel stuff. Thirty minutes pass by and then Marsha shows up. We start teaching her and Briana The Restoration of the Gospel of Jesus Christ through Joseph Smith, The Savior's Earthly Ministry, and how the Gospel Blesses Families.
The spirit was strong all except for the times when Briana's daughter and son kept barging through the house screaming their heads off. You'd think for being 14 - 17, they'd be a little bit more reserved. But I have learned by sad experience that the nature and disposition of almost all teenagers, as soon as they get a little authority, as they suppose, they will immediately begin to exercise unintellegent actions. Hence many are tolerable but few are respected.
So we leave feeling good about the work we were able to do.
A couple days later, we get a phone call from the Ward Mission Leader asking about how the lesson went. I told him as much as I could in which he told us that we shouldn't go back there.
Turns out that the house was being watched. An under cover police officer was across the street in a neighbors house. As soon as he was about to give the go ahead, we walked in. He asked the owner of the house how long we (the missionaries) had been going there. The neighbor didn't know, so he waited. Forty-five minutes later we leave. The cop calls it in. The swat team drives up, kicks down the door, storms the place, and takes Marsha and her son to jail. Marsha get's released earlier the next morning, but as far as I know, the son's still there.
So, all in all, it's a good thing that the cop didn't call in the swat team while we were there or else the worst case scenario would be that I would be excommunicated right now on suspision of... whatever was going on in there. Probably best case scenario would be an emergency transfer from this area, or being sent home from my mission.
Fun story, eh?
Almost as funny as the guy who accused me of wanting to have an affair with his wife. But that's a story for another time.
Here's the thing that I really want to get at. And I KNOW that this will make one person happy *cough (Nicole Grace) cough* but, I have the option of being called to speak spanish and being in the spanish program.
So the Pros of this is that I will be somewhat able to speak spanish or that I will have an excuse to learn spanish. Also, when people ask me "Habla espanol?" because my last name JUST HAPPENS to be spanish, I will finally be able to say "Si" and know what it means. Another Pro is that I will be somewhat bi-lingual.
Cons: I'm lazy.
So, as far as I'm concerned, the Cons wins. BUT, I want to see what everyone else thinks. Should I say yes to the spanish program or not. And I don't just want what you think I should do. I want to know how you feel about it. Other wise, I'll probably just chicken out and say no because I'm scared to pray about it (I'm afraid I'll get a yes, which probably means that the answer is yes anyways, but I'm just going to pretend that the answer is no and feign ignorance.
Take care, yall. Send me some pics and some money to send home pics. Someone also tell Heather Brown HAPPY FREAKIN BIRTHDAY for me. Tell all the YSA Relief Society to send me Heartbreaker Dear John letters. I want to cry when I read these.
One last thing...
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I think I grew an inch ;)
So to make this letter more long and more meaningless, I'm going to write out the song that most relates to me at this point in my life.
Every morning, I wake up just the same
Another victim of ordinary fame
I don’t see myself as invincible
It’s not true at all
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Trying to save the world, but never really sure
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Nothing more than that, that’s all I really am
Just a day job that someone’s got to do
It’s kind of hard when everyone looks up to you
I try to make it look easy, gonna make it look good
Like anybody would
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Trying to save the world, but never really sure
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Nothing more than that, that’s all I really am
I’m just like everybody else
After all the hype it’s hard to tell
I keep my game face, I’m so real
I’m just your average… ordinary… everyday superhero
I’m trying to save the world
Average… ordinary… everyday superhero
Superhero…
I try to hide my true identity
But no one knows it’s only me
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Trying to save the world but never really sure
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Nothing more than that, that’s all I really am
I’m just your average… ordinary… everyday superhero
Just trying to save the world
I’m just your average… ordinary… everyday superhero
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Trying to save the world but never really sure
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Nothing more than that, that’s all I really am
Later everyone!
Elder Garcia
Story Time!!!
Okay, so last week sometime we met this old lady named Marsha Erickson. We couldn't go in to teach her because there was no male there who was over 18. So we rescheduled it for another day.
So another day comes around and Marsha's son invites us in. As we wait for Marsha, we talk to her daughter Briana about gospel stuff. Thirty minutes pass by and then Marsha shows up. We start teaching her and Briana The Restoration of the Gospel of Jesus Christ through Joseph Smith, The Savior's Earthly Ministry, and how the Gospel Blesses Families.
The spirit was strong all except for the times when Briana's daughter and son kept barging through the house screaming their heads off. You'd think for being 14 - 17, they'd be a little bit more reserved. But I have learned by sad experience that the nature and disposition of almost all teenagers, as soon as they get a little authority, as they suppose, they will immediately begin to exercise unintellegent actions. Hence many are tolerable but few are respected.
So we leave feeling good about the work we were able to do.
A couple days later, we get a phone call from the Ward Mission Leader asking about how the lesson went. I told him as much as I could in which he told us that we shouldn't go back there.
Turns out that the house was being watched. An under cover police officer was across the street in a neighbors house. As soon as he was about to give the go ahead, we walked in. He asked the owner of the house how long we (the missionaries) had been going there. The neighbor didn't know, so he waited. Forty-five minutes later we leave. The cop calls it in. The swat team drives up, kicks down the door, storms the place, and takes Marsha and her son to jail. Marsha get's released earlier the next morning, but as far as I know, the son's still there.
So, all in all, it's a good thing that the cop didn't call in the swat team while we were there or else the worst case scenario would be that I would be excommunicated right now on suspision of... whatever was going on in there. Probably best case scenario would be an emergency transfer from this area, or being sent home from my mission.
Fun story, eh?
Almost as funny as the guy who accused me of wanting to have an affair with his wife. But that's a story for another time.
Here's the thing that I really want to get at. And I KNOW that this will make one person happy *cough (Nicole Grace) cough* but, I have the option of being called to speak spanish and being in the spanish program.
So the Pros of this is that I will be somewhat able to speak spanish or that I will have an excuse to learn spanish. Also, when people ask me "Habla espanol?" because my last name JUST HAPPENS to be spanish, I will finally be able to say "Si" and know what it means. Another Pro is that I will be somewhat bi-lingual.
Cons: I'm lazy.
So, as far as I'm concerned, the Cons wins. BUT, I want to see what everyone else thinks. Should I say yes to the spanish program or not. And I don't just want what you think I should do. I want to know how you feel about it. Other wise, I'll probably just chicken out and say no because I'm scared to pray about it (I'm afraid I'll get a yes, which probably means that the answer is yes anyways, but I'm just going to pretend that the answer is no and feign ignorance.
Take care, yall. Send me some pics and some money to send home pics. Someone also tell Heather Brown HAPPY FREAKIN BIRTHDAY for me. Tell all the YSA Relief Society to send me Heartbreaker Dear John letters. I want to cry when I read these.
One last thing...
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I think I grew an inch ;)
So to make this letter more long and more meaningless, I'm going to write out the song that most relates to me at this point in my life.
Every morning, I wake up just the same
Another victim of ordinary fame
I don’t see myself as invincible
It’s not true at all
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Trying to save the world, but never really sure
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Nothing more than that, that’s all I really am
Just a day job that someone’s got to do
It’s kind of hard when everyone looks up to you
I try to make it look easy, gonna make it look good
Like anybody would
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Trying to save the world, but never really sure
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Nothing more than that, that’s all I really am
I’m just like everybody else
After all the hype it’s hard to tell
I keep my game face, I’m so real
I’m just your average… ordinary… everyday superhero
I’m trying to save the world
Average… ordinary… everyday superhero
Superhero…
I try to hide my true identity
But no one knows it’s only me
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Trying to save the world but never really sure
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Nothing more than that, that’s all I really am
I’m just your average… ordinary… everyday superhero
Just trying to save the world
I’m just your average… ordinary… everyday superhero
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Trying to save the world but never really sure
I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero
Nothing more than that, that’s all I really am
Later everyone!
Elder Garcia
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
29 Oct 09 - 04 Nov 09
Date: Wednesday, November 4, 2009, 1:27 PM
Sorry, not much for today. I'm being kicked off.
Later everyone. Take care. Send me pictures!
(I don't know why he got kicked off so soon, unless he was answering a lot of other emails...I didn't get much from him, myself.)
Posted by his mom.
Sorry, not much for today. I'm being kicked off.
Later everyone. Take care. Send me pictures!
(I don't know why he got kicked off so soon, unless he was answering a lot of other emails...I didn't get much from him, myself.)
Posted by his mom.
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