Church today

Today was Sunday. We all know what that means: Church, woohoo! I finally made it to sacrament meeting today for the first time in three weeks. It was good. I wished we'd've sung the patriotic songs, it being that time of year, but we didn't. We did, however, sing other songs and listen to people talk. Crazy, huh? We also had a men's choir perform Because I Have Been Given Much. It was the bomb. I was part of the choir. That means I'm part of the bomb. Or partly the bomb. I'm a bomb part. Boom.

After ye sacrament meeting, I left. But not to worry, I went to another ward. Cause I've got a high school buddy that just got back from his mission to Sacramento Spanish speaking. Nick Smith. Good guy. So I went to his ward and he gave his homecoming address and it was real neat. I sat alone. I didn't expect that. Fortunately there were three others I know sitting in the back. There were going to be more people coming up from Provo, but apparently their car broke down. So they didn't get there. Cause of the broken car. As for those of us who did get there cause our cars didn't brake, we went to his house afterwards, and turns out his mom is half Swedish and half Norwish, so there were Dala horses and such around the kitchen and a sign that said "Welcome to our home" in Swedish. I translated it and everybody was really impressed.


The End.

A second post? Two of them?!

Man. Two whole posts. And here it is a full long month after I wrote the first one. Ah, how life does fly upon the tender wings of time. I wish I could fly upon the tender wings of time. I wish I could fly at all. At the moment most all I can do is walk. I can jump a little bit. I can drive too, but I don't actually have a car at the moment. But life, yes, life certainly does fly with unspoken majesty through the trials and pleasures of this existence, ever an inspiration to the soul of aspiring man.

Golly. Blogging is awesome.