Hey how are you guys doing? I apologize that I am not writing every week, but at least I gave you a warning.
You know this reminds me of the time that I would read all the missionary emails that got sent to me, and I've got to be honest, its not always pancakes, sometimes it's waffles.
or as my piano teacher used to say " you suck at piano"
K so pretty much elder farley and I have been doing a lot of member work and less active work. Sometimes I think missionaries can forget that were not just here to baptize, we're here to help people keep their baptismal covenants and come to church and be involved and become oil rig miners.
Ok maybe not that last part
I just think maybe that would be a grand old time I reckon.
Alright so speaking of reckon I'm really already a full fledged southern man all of these things that I am about to say are 100% true and I am not lying:
I genuinely enjoy chicken gizzards and chicken hearts. (With a spackling of hot sauce of course)
And I also talk so southern I pounounce fancy restaurants like this: "McDonald's"
And I pronounce car like "truck"
And it takes me 8 full minutes to walk out the door after I say goodbye for the first time.
I feel like I'm really blending in here.
Yeah so what's great about the bible belt is that everyone here already knows everything about the bible
And what's bad about the bible belt is that everyone here already knows everything about the bible.
I guess my job isn't to judge its just to help them be happy so I'm glad I do what I can.
Elder farley and I have been doing so much service that we basically have touched every lawnmower in Roanoke Rapids.
We've mowed probably I would say in the ballpark of 5 to 6 BAJILLIOM FRICKING LAWNS HERE. and we've also cleaned out a shop for bert, chopped trees down next to a cemetery and moved all the couches ever to exist. If there's a couch out there I have moved it at least 18 inches.
Anyways I have also broken a buttload of things. My dad used to call me breakyMcbunklefunky and for good reason too. I really fidget with crap and usually end up taking it apart or throwing it really high to juggle it or like see how many times I can spin it or whatever. Yesh my brain at times is like a treadmill, rolling a million miles an hour and going absolutely nowhere.
Anyways yes we have lots to talk about and I will try to keep you all updated but I probably won't.
A poem
Elder Bush has a candy
And then he eats it
And it was SOO-O Good
It's like a reverse haiku 7 then 5 then 7. Yeah I call it "Elder Bush has a candy and then he eats it"
Owen
Ok here's a few pictures so you can look at them
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