It's not so much "whatever that means." It's whoever...

"Dear Elder Cannon: you are hereby called to serve as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the Colombia Bogota North Mission. It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 24 months...You will prepare to preach the gospel in the Spanish language... "

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Alive...I think...

So, it's been a while since I posted. Or since I've even done much on the computer at all. I went to a priesthood encampment Friday and Saturday, which was really awesome. They talked about a lot of missionary preparation kind of things, which is really what I need right now. There were some really awesome speakers, and fun activities (like eating sardines, because everyone knows that on your mission you'll have to eat stuff that's super-gross). Also they had some physically trying activities like canoeing across a lake 4 or 5 times, and then the next activity was doing as many push-ups and sit-ups as you could in 5 minutes. Needless to say, my arms were pretty tired. But...they weren't as tired as they were red. pink. ...whatever.

I had to leave early to get to work at 6 pm, and at work I found an anti-burn spray (probably meant for oven or toaster burns, but it felt really nice on my sunburn). Then after work, my dad and I picked up another young man that couldn't get of work, and headed back up to camp. I got to drive...I don't know why. Oh well. I was semi-confident in my driving-up-a-canyon-at-60-mph-in-the-pitch-dark skills. It wasn't too bad after the first turn or two. I got used to it more or less. And we didn't hit any cars, cement barriers, or deer. I'd say that's good news.

The next day was full of adventure. Red ants all over my dad, bottle rockets almost killing a few was a great day. ;)

Then I got to work for...5 or 6 hours that night with a collared shirt on my sunburn. Isn't life just great?

After work I slept. ahhh... That felt really nice after a couple days of hard work. But then I was up at 8:30 to be to church on time (my dad's father's day wish). Normally I would just sleep in until...whenever, because the singles ward doesn't start until 1 pm, but I recently finished my Duty to God, so I had...sorry, got to come to my home ward to get my certificate and medallion...thingy.

Then I went to Matt's ward (also Spencer and Spencer's ward) to hear his parents speak before they leave to Jacksonville (tomorrow!!!) Matt, I really think your dad sounds like a general authority. :) And your mom practically made me cry. Maybe I'm just a baby, I don't know. My dad always has been one to tear up. I haven't really been a very emotional person, as far as feeling the spirit, or bearing my know. But lately, I've been more...prone to tear up. Maybe I owe that to my dad... Anyway, their talks were amazing, and I'm really glad I went. :)

Then the third sacrament meeting I went to yesterday was my singles ward. The talks in sacrament meeting were pretty good. They were high, they were good, but... I guess they just don't connect to singles as well as other singles do, y'know? Anyway, it was good.

So...that's probably all for now.

I am alive, yes.

I hope that's good news for y'alls... ;)

Hasta luego,



  1. Haha, General Authority eh? Knock on Wood. If he does get called i'll tell him it's your fault.

  2. Oh man, you can totally blame it on me. I would so love to see your dad speak in general conference. That'd be amazing. :)

  3. I'd be like, "I knew him!! I ate in his home! Hey, I ATE his home...okay, not really. I ate some of his pineapple while he was moving. But, boy, was it good! ;) Oh, yeah...he had a son my age, too...what was his name again? Hmm...Mmmmark? Malk! That was it." ;) JK!!!! <-(Jenna King...or just kidding. either way) Okay, I know who you are. And I'm glad I know both of you, eh? :)
    Love, Me.