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.
songs, school, and growing
13 years ago
2 comments:
Well you haven't lost your wit yet! That's kind of sad you sat by yourself at that homecoming. Hopefully no one thought you were a loner! ha ha. Yay for impressing everyone cuz you speak swedish! I like how specific you are in these blogs..haha
a bomb part...hehehe, you make me laugh out loud and that's hard to do through writing. Perhaps it's because I know you well enough to know how you would sound and look when speaking such things..."is it scary how well I know you?" Or is the quote, "does it kill you how well I know you?"...hmmm, rambling:)
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