TRIX - Is It Fruity Fun Cereal, Or Eternal Life?

            I have always hated the Trix cereal commercials. I always felt so bad for the poor rabbit. All he wanted was some cereal. And those nasty kids wouldn't let him have any, because he was different. Because he didn't fit their standards. I call it specieism. Then I started thinking about it, why anyone would want to eat Trix after seeing such a hateful commercial?
           There is a scripture in the New Testament, Matthew 18:4, that shed some light on my dilemma.  "Whosoever therefore shall ^ahumble himself as this little ^bchild, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven." As I sat there thinking about this scripture, I realized that the prejudice children preventing the Rabbit from eating the wonderful and delicious Trix, were not nasty little brats.
            Children are teachable, moldable, willing to do as they are told (most of the time). In order for each of us to be able to attain the Kingdom of Heaven, we need to submit to the will of the Lord. Or in other words, become a child. When we finally allow this to happen, we are then able to partake of the wonderful and delicious goodness.
            THEREFORE!!!! The Rabbit isn't being prohibited from having Trix. He literally can't eat it! His body is not prepared for the glory!!! He needs to humble himself, and become as a child. Hence, You silly Rabbit, Trix are for kids!!!!

"And they lived Happily Ever After..." RIIIIIIIIGHT

           "And they lived Happily Ever After..." Don't you wish that was really possible? We are surrounded with Fairytales, beginning at the time we are toddlers. We hear stories of handsome princes rescuing princesses. Of perfect matches consisting of talented, pencil-waist, outrageously gorgeous princesses, and square-jawed, buff, perfectly proportioned, not a hair out of place princes who would die for their woman within 5 seconds of meeting them. Now let's be honest, does that really happen? Surprisingly, YES!
           I'm not crazy, I promise.

           Now, we may not all look like a Disney princess (I definitely don't), and not every guy looks like a Greek God. The point is the story line. Mind you, I doubt I'm going to find my true love while I'm singing and dancing alone in a forest (although I tend to do that on occasion). Then discover mid- graceful leap that there is a ridiculously good-looking man watching me... but maybe that's only because I would be completely creeped out. ANYWAYS, it doesn't necessarily happen like that. But you can meet someone. You may not have to be rescued from a fire-breathing dragon, an evil step-mother (that seems to always be the case), a lady who's a little too obsessed with your hair, or from anything at all. The poor soul who finds me will have to rescue me from a Dad who likes to randomly attack people with a wooden spoon... Don't ask. Instead, you both get to defeat the cruel battle of the dating period. Dun-Dun-DUN!!!! Eventually, you get to live the Happily Ever After.

Look at that stomach!!!

           However, Happily Ever After does not mean that everyday is going to be a blissful walk in the clouds. The reason fairytales stop at Happily Ever After is so that kids don't end up crying because they can't figure out why Prince Charming is balding and has a beer belly. Suddenly those tights of his more frightening than sexy. Or maybe because after 6 kids, Ariel suddenly doesn't look so great in a shell bikini. Things change, and trials happen. Cinderella loses her cool and goes into hysterics because Prince what's-his-name can't put down the toilet seat. Consequently, she's fallen in one too many times. Prince Erik likes to drink out of the milk carton. Princess Jasmine doesn't like to shave her legs anymore. Pocahontas became addicted to plastic surgery.

           What ever the case may be, it's not something kids really want to be watching. Hence the Happily Ever After. Knowing that, now you realize that Happily Ever After is achievable. In fact, most people have found it. There will be bad days, but we are supposed to hold tight and work them out. That's how we know we have found our own Happily Ever After. It's when we realize that working out our problems and differences is more important than the problem themselves.
            This is not meant to say that there are not exceptions. If you are in an abusive relationship, GET OUT.

Caught in the act!

            DISCLAIMER: this blog is not intended as an insult to men with beer bellies or thinning hair. Also women who don't shave their legs are beautiful... in their own hairy way.

Be Positive? Gross.

        I am a true believer of the power of positivity. I believe that if you think the worst, if you never have high hopes, then you will NEVER be happy. Depending on certain people's circumstances in life, many turn towards always expecting the worst. That way, they figure they'll never be disappointed. Make sense, right? WRONG!
          Don't get me wrong I totally understand that kind of mentality. I am naturally a negative person. Mainly because if there's a chance something bad will happen, it will happen to me. The way I saw it, I had bad luck, and everything malfunctioned around me. I never won anything, was never smart enough, never good enough, so why bother? Life just never worked out for me, it was a fact and I chose to accept it.
          Then - I had an epiphany!!! Maybe why I'm so down, why I never feel happy, why I just can't seem to make anything work, is because I don't believe it will. AHA! I was finally slapped by the sensible stick, and I realized what I was doing wrong! I had to BELIEVE that good things were going to happen, to know that I CAN be happy! It was difficult at first. After all, it went against my nature, but then things slowly started to turn around! 
          When you think positively, you can still be happy even in times of trial and tribulation. Mainly because you know that things will get better. No matter what happens, things will change. You just have to have the attitude to let them :)

In Memory of Andrew T. Britton-Mihalo, My Uncle, My Friend, My Hero

             I recently lost someone very close to me. My uncle, who was more like a big brother. His influence has made me into the person I am today. Green letters, for the Green Beret that I loved and looked up to. Andrew had a light about him. He drew people, like a light bulb draws moths. He was kind, loving, and helpful. Not to mention, a hero. He fought for our country; for the freedom of others.

Andy and Me!

            I have learned many things in life, and I can honestly say, that I learned most of those things from Andrew. He taught me how to climb a tree (in result, you couldn't get me out of one), how to say cinnamon, how to shoot a gun, how to play video games, that its not ok to run around naked, the importance of being on time, how to stand up for myself, how to wrestle, the importance of family, how to gut a fish, how to choke a dog (if it ever attacked me)... don't ask,
to never marry a lazy man, to run as fast as I can when he had a booger, to serve the people around me, that chemical dusters burn, to never feel safe when its too quiet (I can't count how many times he's scared me), that its good to be frugal, to have confidence, that snorting soda hurts, roller coaster rides really are fun (especially sitting next to him), that some people say things we are not allowed to say, that I need to do the right thing even when no one is looking, that constantly switching lanes lets you know if someone is following you, that mean girls are NOT attractive, that life is worth living, and that it is FAR too much fun to take him to a dance performance! Along with a lot of other things. You can say that he pretty much raised me. He took me everywhere, and together, we would find some sort of adventure to be had in teeny-tiny Simi Valley.

            Andrew was someone I could always depend on. No matter what I did, he would always love me. His opinion was the one that mattered most, in anything! In fact, it was he who talked me into accepting my mission call to Northern California. I was upset at the fact that I was called to the same state I lived in. He told me how proud he was of me, of my decision to serve, and that I should accept the call. It made all the difference, and it meant the world to me. I could go on and on about everything he's done, and who he was. But I'd rather point something out instead... it'll take much less time than the other option.

I Love You Andy

           I have been talking about him in the past tense, when I should be talking about him in the present tense. Yes, my uncle Andy has died, his body will be buried; but his spirit, who he is, LIVES! Because of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ, I know that I will see my uncle again. I know that he is learning about the gospel and having an even greater understanding of the work that I am doing here on Earth. And even though I miss him terribly, I know that he is still so very proud of me.

           I am grateful for the knowledge that I have today. For a prophet who receives revelation for the world today. And I am eternally grateful for the time that I was able to have with Andy, and the Plan of Happiness, that allows me to one day see him again. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, AMEN!

Andy with my dog Poopy

I was really jealous of this pic

My first rollercoaster ride, he convinced me to go on.

Andy with wife Jesse

Andy and Me!

At his graduation, that's my head...

Crash and Burn

             One of my favorite songs is "Crash and Burn" by Savage Garden.  I was thinking about the song the other day, and I had an epiphany!! This song states exactly what Jesus Christ says to us, through the teachings he has left, through the whisperings of the spirit, and through his Prophets and Apostles on the Earth today.
             Whenever things get too hard, He invites us to come to Him and let Him heal us. That in the moment we feel like we are about to break, we kneel in prayer, and allow Him to help us. The trials we face are there to make us stronger. He is there to lift us up and carry us when we fall, and loves us with a perfect, unending love. And no matter what, no matter how many times we mess up, in the end we are always forgiven, if we ask for it.

 When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone

Where's the Nearest Cave of Wonders?

            I have to admit, there are days when I really wish a Genie would come and just fix everything the way I want it. Think of the possibilities!! You could wish for money so you never have to worry about having enough again! You could wish for world peace, and all of the wars would end. You wouldn't have to worry about losing a loved one in the fight. You could even wish to change small and simple things, like losing weight (that would be nice, to have it just melt off!), making eggplant taste good, fix a broken item, make the day not so uncomfortably hot, to always be able to find your keys... the possibilities are endless! There are so many things you can wish for to make life just a little bit easier. Not to mention, you'd have endless entertainment with Genie from Aladdin. (If I could pick a genie, it would be him!)

"I can't believe it, I'm losing to a rug!"

            Yes, life would indeed be easier, but then what would we learn from it? If things were just handed to me, how would I ever feel accomplished? When all is said and done, how could I stand before my maker and admit that I did nothing for myself? That it was all handed to me with whipcream and a cherry on top. I don't know about anyone else, but I would personally be drowning in shame.

          I'm grateful for the experiences that I've had in my life. They've made me into who I am today. I wouldn't want to give up what I've learned, or the feeling of satisfaction when I look back and see the trials that I've beaten. A lot of the principles of the Gospel have become more precious to me because of these trials. I'd much rather know for myself that they are true, than live off of someone else's testimony. Even if they are a genie :)

           You know what? Just give me the genie without the wishes, I just want to laugh myself to death! I'm going to sit in my corner and have sing-a-longs with Genie; and we might just play chess! GENIUS!!!

I Have A Dream... About Swords, Warhorses and Fried Chicken

            I had a dream the night of April 17 (you can already tell this is going to be a good one), about mission life. It started out awful, but the ending was spectacular to say the least. I can't remember exactly how it began, all I know is that it had something to do with fried chicken... but that's not important. 

Lets just say in my dream, he didn't look quite so happy...

            My companion, Sister Powell and I were teaching someone about the gospel, and he just kept fighting it. It got to a point where he said, "why are you doing this, what's the point?" I remember feeling my heart break for him, and I began to feel pointless. He suddenly turned to look outside, following his gaze I turned to see a huge dragon, that looked like one of those Chinese parade dragons, and I instantly knew it was Satan, the Devil himself (this dragon didn't have dancing, happy people underneath). I turned to look at this man, in the process of putting on some armor made of wooden beads (don't ask me why it wasn't metal, that would have been more assuring), and said, "that is why I am here, to fight HIM!" I took off running and whistled for my war horse, and did one of those cool, ninja jumps off the brick porch onto my already galloping horse. I unsheathed my sword (I don't know where I was hiding it before...) and made my attack on Satan. With my weapons and training, I was able to defeat Satan, for a time. 
            Victory was bittersweet. I knew he would be back again. It wasn't until the battle was over that I looked around and saw other missionaries dressed in the beaded armor (seriously, what's up with that?!) and ready to support me in my fight. The dream went on, but the rest doesn't matter. 
            As missionaries, we are here to help people with their battles against Satan. We show them how to fight temptation, and how to repent when mistakes are made. There are times when we as missionaries get discouraged, but at the end of the day, there is always some small victory made. In the end, we are all fighting for the same thing. Happiness. It just so happens to be the thing Satan wants to take away.
           
            I really wish I could remember what was going on with the fried chicken...
 

GPS, Turn by Turn Directions on Life

          One of the biggest questions in life is, "what is my purpose?" It is the question that has racked the minds of many a learned man, and even unlearned. It haunts the minds of every human being at some point in their life. "Who am I, what am I supposed to be doing, who do I want to become?" Another big question is "where am I going?" Or, "what happens after I die?"
          In answer to all of these questions, I say check the GPS. Otherwise known as, God's Plan of Salvation. In this plan, you find all the answers that you've ever wondered over. For example, the "what is my purpose" question is answered in that this life is our time to prepare to meet God; put simply. 
             Just like the GPS that we put into our cars or cell phones, our GPS shows us where we are going, and how to get there. All we have to do is make the right "turns" and decisions to get there. The great thing is, if you make a wrong choice, it "recalculates" and shows you how to get back onto the right track. Genius, no? Who'da thunk our GPS's were made in similitude to the Heavenly GPS?
            The point is, we have our own personal navigation system. We just have to use it. It is found in the Bible, as well as the Book of Mormon. Crack them open every now and again to make sure you are on the right track, and if you're not, GET BACK ON! We have the answers at our fingertips, literally. 
            I know my purpose, AND where I am going after I die. Do you? Check out the link below if you want to know more about GPS. It's fun, truuussst me.
http://mormon.org/plan-of-happiness/ 

Audi Not Outie, I'm Not Talking About Bellybuttons

I even got fancy and blotted out the license plate!

           The other day, I ran into this amazing vehicle. It is, in my opinion, one of the most desirable cars out there. It's gorgeous, wouldn't you agree? I will never own this car. It is very unlikely. Not only is it expensive, but I've never felt the need to own a flashy car, no matter how awesome. This car is luxury in and of itself.
           Seeing this car reminded me of something that I was promised. In fact, it's something that everyone is promised in the scriptures. If I live by the commandments of God, I shall inherit His kingdom. If you think about it, His kingdom is without end. It is more beautiful and glorious than anyone can ever imagine. How great will that day be, when we can inherit something so great, our minds can't comprehend it.
           This car is imaginable, and it is the bomb.com sprinkled with divinity. I can't wait to see what this kingdom is like, because it's going to be a hundred times better than this car, at LEAST. 

           When it seems like life is no fun because you don't have this, or you don't have that, or your car resembles more of a tin can rather than an automobile, remember that there is something better awaiting you in Heaven. These things that seem so great, will only be specks of dust compared to the glory in Heaven. This helps me, especially when I see such absolute magnificence.

I Want Cheese

              I am lactose intolerant. It's a fact of life, and I have to learn to live with it. My entire life, up until a year ago, I ignored this fact. And because I was ignoring it, I never realized how sick it was making me. When I cut it out of my diet completely, it was like a brand new day! I didn't realize I could feel so good! Cutting out dairy isn't very easy. In fact, it's one of the hardest things I've ever done. I am a fan of anything milky. Ice cream, cheese, yogurt, cheese, sour cream, cheese, chocolate, and cheese. Getting rid of these things was essential though, for my health. 
              The "rules" we have in church are kind of like my situation with milk. We have them in place as a guideline for things we should avoid, because they don't allow you to feel the spirit, or feel "good". They are extremely enticing for a lot of different people. Some more than others. One person might really like a drink every now and then, while someone else really likes their afternoon cigarette. BUT, these things prohibit us from reaching our full potential. We are weighed down by the things that cause damage to our bodies. When you are busy taking part in unhealthy things, the Holy Ghost can NOT be with you. 
              No matter how good those things sound or look, remember that there is a reason we avoid them. The presence of the Holy Ghost is worth much more than a drag, trip, or stupor. And way more than a hangover. I know how hard it is, I LOVE cheese. I miss it so much! But in my body it does more damage than good. Therefore I avoid it so that my performance in my work can be at its best.
              If you would like to know more about the things we as Latter-Day Saints stay away from visit : http://mormon.org/commandments/#obey-the-word-of-wisdom
Stay away from YOUR cheese.

The Killers ---> Reminding us what's important

              One of the coolest things that I've discovered on my mission, is the fact that the lead singer in the band "The Killers," Brandon Flowers, is a Latter-Day Saint. I've listened to their songs and I am proud to say that I own quite a few of them on my Ipod and laptop back home. 
               What's funny about it is, that while listening to their songs before, I have had the thought run through my head, "this is written by a Mormon." But then followed the "Naaaahh- Mormons don't write good, catchy songs for the radio." Yes, I am a mean person, I know that. Can you blame me though? The songs meant something, but they were far too good, in my opinion, to have been written by an LDS. So you can imagine the absolute shock I felt when I discovered at the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah, that these fantastic songs really were written by a Mormon!!! It was like running into a brick wall! I should know, I've done that before. Chastised once more, I shall never underestimate the creative ability of a Mormon again.
               Truth be told, I idolize anyone who can hold true to their standards while in the limelight. He does exactly that. I love the value he puts in his family. His success has come from knowing exactly who he is, and what is important to him. The fact that he has "made it" in the business, doesn't take precedence over his family. We should all strive to put as much effort into our home and family life as he does. On top of it all, he writes good songs that, like I've said before, mean something. Rather than the filthy stuff you usually catch on the radio.

               

Like a BOSS!!! <---- I'm so cool

            Lady bugs are an amazing insect. Not only are they cute and adorable, but they are also vicious!  But they don't look it. Kind of like me, haha!

            Lady bugs are loved by all gardeners. Mainly because they keep their plants from being infested with aphids. Which are evil little bugs that ruin food or decorative plants. Along with other pests. So basically, the Lady bug is the bug BOSS. They are straight up G's in the insect neighborhood! 

Look at the Lady bug waddling around on my hand, like a BOSS!

             Like a Lady bug, we have to identify the things that eat away at our progression, and devour them so they don't anymore! Maybe it's the clothing you decide to wear (if people can't focus on your eyes when you're talking, something needs to change), or a phrase that you say, or even music that you listen to. Any one of those little things can appear harmless, but before you know it, they've grown into an infestation. All of a sudden you find yourself becoming someone you don't want to be. And it all started with one little thing. Like an aphid!
             We have to be our own Lady bugs in life. With the help from our scriptures and church we can learn how to battle and take down the things that seem harmless, but can take over our lives. Bust a cap in those aphids! Don't let the little things creep in, take them  out of your life before you lose control! Make sure YOU are the boss of you! Be a Lady bug. LIKE. A. BOSS.
           

My Ego is Non-Existent Now

           I never realized how big of an idiot I could be, or am, until I came out on my mission. There have been times when I have been reminded how much I don't know. You'd think that as a missionary, you'll always know exactly what to say... I'm telling you now, it's NOT true!
             Just recently, my companion and I met a man who knows the Book of Mormon is true, but has never been baptized. Sister Powell asked him what it was that he liked about the Mormon religion, and he said he liked the teachings and the principles. This is where I come in and ask him the same exact question, but in different words... He gave me that look of, "Idiot, I just answered that question" and repeated his previous answer. Needless to say, I was completely embarrassed. I'm glad it was dark outside because I turned redder than a baboon's butt. 

          That's just one instance. I have multiple other ones when I suddenly have to speak Spanish. There was one time when I kept repeating over and over again that Thomas S. Monson is our prophet here today... Apparently the lady really needed to hear it cuz nothing else was coming to my head!
             The point is, none of us is perfect. Especially missionaries. Don't be surprised if one says or does something stupid, we're learning one stupid mistake at a time. To tell you the truth, I'm really tempted to make myself a DUNCE cap to wear on a daily basis. That way, people will be a little more sympathetic.

Don't Jump

             Anybody who really knows me, knows that Tokio Hotel is my favorite band. Seeing as I am currently going through withdrawals of their music, I decided to make another musical connection on my blog. 

Here, enjoy a picture I drew of the lead singer, from the music video of "Don't Jump".

             Suicide is something I am familiar with. I have a very strong conviction that there is always a way out. People are different, and they go through different things, I am very aware of that, but there's no better way than living and pushing through your trials. There is no better satisfaction than beating the thing that seemed to consume your life.
              In the song, "Don't Jump" by Tokio Hotel, there is an uplifting message of never giving up. That there is always someone who cares, even if you may not see it. I put all of the lyrics, because I feel like the song speaks for itself. If you get the chance, I highly recommend you see the music video.

On top of the roof
The air is so cold and so calm
I say your name in silence
You don't wanna hear it right now
The eyes of the city
Are counting the tears falling down
Each one a promise
Of everything you never found

I scream into the night for you
Don't make it true
Don't jump
The lights will not guide you through
They're deceiving you
Don't jump
Don't let memories go
Of me and you
The world is down there out of view
Please don't jump

You open your eyes
But you can't remember what for
The snow falls quietly
You just can't feel it no more
Somewhere out there
You lost yourself in your pain
You dream of the end
To start all over again

I scream into the night for you
Don't make it true
Don't jump
The lights will not guide you through
They're deceiving you
Don't jump
Don't let memories go
Of me and you
The world is down there out of view
Please don't jump
Don't jump

I don't know how long
I can hold you so strong
I don't know how long

Just take my hand
Give it a chance
Don't jump

I scream into the night for you
Don't make it true
Don't jump
The lights will not guide you through
They're deceiving you
Don't jump
Don't let memories go
Of me and you
The world is down there out of view
Please don't jump
Don't jump
And if all that can't hold you back    
I'll jump for you

          There are times when it seems easier to just give up and let go of this life. But I can tell you, it's much much more worth it to stick it out, even though it's harder. When it seems that life is too much, and nobody would care if you were gone, or that people would be better off without you, it's time to get on your knees and pray, even if you've never prayed before. Even though it seems like nobody cares, Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ do. Jesus Christ suffered the atonement for every single one of us, and therefore knows exactly how you feel. 
             If nothing else convinces you to hold on, then know that I care. I care about you, even if I don't know you. I feel the love for you that no one else does, and "I'll jump for you." I know that it is hard, but the moment you overcome that trial, that bump in the road that seems to stretch on forever, you will feel the joy that appeared to be out of reach. I promise you that.

I Want To Glow Like Phosphorus!!!!

          There are certain people you meet in your life that are different. They seem to have something that you don't, and you can't quite put your finger on it. They almost seem to glow. 

Look at Sister Powell glow! She's like a little lightening bug!!!

             That's a description I have heard throughout my life. That glow is something you have to work for and achieve. It's the glow of pure happiness. The kind of happiness that only comes from living the gospel, and true teachings of Christ. 
              I have met a few people who have that glow about them. I personally only see it in a select few, but it's different for everyone. I've heard people say they have seen it on every Mormon (or Latter-Day Saint) they have ever met. I guess it depends on how exposed you are to it. 
              As of late, I find myself desiring more and more to be the kind of person that has a glow about them. I want to radiate the happiness that I see in so many people, and other missionaries. Just like everything else in life, I'm going to have to work for that glow. I have to allow myself to grow and become the person my Heavenly Father wants me to be. Few things have ever seemed out of reach to me, but yesterday this did. Thanks to a very patient and loving Sister Skroski, it no longer seems so unattainable.
              I have to allow the atonement of Jesus Christ to help me find peace in my life; and surrender my will (and the life I had before coming out here). It's going to be difficult, but worth it in the end. Not to mention, Satan is going to try anything and everything to make me fail. It's a good thing I'm a ninja, and can dodge almost every strike against me! You can even say my Book of Mormon is my NINJA STARS!!!! Bring it on Satan! "Hit me with your best shot (danuh danuh) Fire away" (can't remember song name to give credit...)
              Before you know it, I'll be glowing like a lava lamp! I might just dance like the lava inside it too... You never know.

My Scriptures Are Ferocious

              My amazing companion, Sister Powell, decided to make me a scripture case - out of duct tape. Mainly because I was really, ridiculously jealous of her lime green, duct tape scripture case that I see every day. I was green with envy.

           After several weeks of begging and pleading, she finally started working on creating the ideal scripture case. A case that would be an extension of my personality. It took some unusual techniques... involving an iron... but that's besides the point! It was LEOPARD!!!!!!!

               Now I can honestly say my scriptures are as FIERCE as I am. Maybe even more so! And its all thanks to my companion! Thank you Sister Powell!!! I now have sudden, uncontrollable urges to go frolicking through the vineyards with my scriptures in hand. Do your scriptures show who you are? Mine do now!
 

Alice Cooper Helps Me Avoid POISON!

             I tend to sit sometimes out here and reminisce about music that I used to listen to before my mission. As I was doing that the other day, I recalled the song "Poison" by Alice Cooper. Now, I know you're probably thinking, "full time missionaries shouldn't be thinking about Alice Cooper, that has nothing to do with the gospel." HA! I'm about to prove you wrong!
              In the song "Poison" Alice States:
I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, runnin through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains.
In this chorus, Alice clearly identifies that something he desires is something he shouldn't go near. Problems are caused if we do, he knows if he gets what he wants that its going to hurt him, no matter how desirable it seems. This can be anything, alcohol, drugs, and even people. Many times we can see and recognize the things that are poison. The question is, do you have the strength to avoid those things? And if you didn't avoid them, do you have the strength to "break these chains" ?


I wish things were always this clear

               I try to stay away from the things that are poison to my body, mind, and soul. But its not always easy. I'm grateful to have the restored gospel in my life that helps guide and correct me. That way, I don't ever have to be chained down, or worry about becoming addicted to anything. And I can see the consequences ahead of time, and learn to identify the things that are harmful. Not everything has a clear label.

I Got SERVED!!! ...a piece of humble pie...

            Have you ever thought yourself so high and mighty, and then suddenly your ego gets popped and you realize how inadequate you are? Yeah, that happened to me.
            In St. Helena, there is a sign advertising pumpkins on the corner of a main street.

            As you can see, it is spelled wrong. When I first saw this sign, I was laughing, thinking what kind of an idiot misspells an "advertisement" sign? I would be SO embarrassed if I had been the one to make that sign. Five weeks have gone by since I first saw that sign.
            A week before February started, I wrote in our missionary dinner calendar that gets passed around the Relief Society women every Sunday. I wrote, "Missionary Dinner Calendar". and I was so proud of myself because I made it all cute and Valentine's Day-y. I thought it was the envy of any missionary dinner calendar. A few weeks later, after having it passed around multiple Sundays for all to see, my companion Sister Powell pointed something out to me...

            Can you see what's wrong with it? I CAN. I felt like a complete idiot. Especially since I was being so judgemental of the person who made the "Pumkins" sign. I couldn't help but laugh and feel utterly ridiculous for my mistake and the lesson I learned... NEVER point out other people's mistakes, because you're bound to make that same exact mistake somewhere along the way. Thank you Heavenly Father for bring my ego down to a non-existent speck. I hope you can learn from my mistake, I'm gonna go cry in a hole now. 

Put Your Stunna Shades On!!!

              Something people usually figure out about me, is that I am a sunglasses freak. It's life, and I've learned to deal with it. I wear my sunglasses everyday, and because I do, I don't have to squint when I'm driving (or even walking!) and I don't have to deal with obnoxious headaches when I'm outside. What a magnificent invention!!!
               What a coincidence! The Holy Ghost acts as Spiritual Shades, for whenever we are outside, in the "real" world. The spirit helps protect us from those things that can harm us. And also provides comfort from everything that seems to attack as soon as we step out. Also, when we see the world through our Spirit Shades (TRADEMARK!) we tend to see things for how they really are. Those things that seem to entice so many people around us, have no effect on you and me. I can see more clearly through deceit and lies, and I don't have to worry and wonder about everything I do or say, because I know what's real and important. I'm so grateful for the protection the Holy Ghost provides me, and I prefer to see the world through my Spirit Shades. They tend to be way more enlightening then the usual chatter of man.

               I invite you to see the world through my eyes. Feel the comfort and security that comes with the Holy Ghost. PUT THOSE SPIRIT SHADES ON!!!

My Bruise, Alfonso

           The other day, I woke up with a gigantic bruise on my leg. I had no idea how or when I got it. I named it Alfonso, because any bruise that big deserves some recognition. Especially when you have no idea how it got there. I don't even know how long it's been there!
            It's funny, Satan likes to work in a similar way. He subtly starts throwing little things at you, or putting little stumbling blocks in your way. We don't notice them, they are that tiny. Slowly but surely though, he starts  increasing the size and intensity, but not so much that you notice it. Until finally, one day you wake up and you have this enormous bruise, and you can't figure out why. That is, until you think back to everything that you've done and realize that there was something in there that shouldn't have been. 
             You never realize how much those small things can influence you. Whether it's foul language, movies, music, and even some books. These are all things that we like to make exceptions for, and don't realize how much they are hurting us 'til they manifest in a not so pleasant way. Don't let Satan creep his way into your thoughts or actions. Don't allow him to slowly bruise you spiritually. There's nothing worse than walking around with an injured spirit. 

ALFONSO!!!

             P.S. - I will admit, though, I am having a lot of fun with Alfonso (my bruise, in case you forgot) I always enjoy poking bruises, especially when they are colorful! But I don't recommend poking a spiritual bruise, that's just WRONG! 

Wo Unto Those Who Curse, For Their Breath Is Like Onion

         As I was eating lunch today, I noticed how often I enjoy eating onion. At the time I was enjoying some leftover green beans that were covered in onion (thanks to my companion), and I thought back to how much onion I've been eating on my mission. I would guess I have consumed onion at least once a day. Don't worry, I brush my teeth after ANY meal with onion, as a personal precaution. 
          I made a connection though, while I was enjoying my onion-y green beans, onion can seem like a good thing to me, but then someone else gets to smell that afterwards (if I were gross and didn't brush afterwards). Cursing is a lot like eating an onion. It's enjoyable to the person doing it, but the bystander gets to hear that and doesn't really enjoy it (for the most part). I know I don't.
          I personally don't curse because it makes people sound so uneducated. There are so many other words in the English language that are so much more fun to say, I would much rather dig through the recesses of my mind to find more interesting vocabulary.
          Moral of the story, I might consider cutting back on my onion intake, I might not. I guess you'll have to talk to me to find out. Are there any words in your vocabulary that are offensive to others? Are you going to do anything to change that, or just continue walking around with "onion breath?"  

Drive-By Nose Pickers

One of the worst things ever, is when you are driving, and you look over to the side, and you see the driver in the other car picking his nose. I personally always feel the need to throw up a bit when I see that. Sometimes, the other person never realizes someone was watching them. Sometimes, they do, and you see them turn completely red and never make eye contact again. In life, you never know when someone is watching you. What do you do when you think no one is looking? Do you help someone anonymously, or do you sit there and "pick your nose?" Do you make people sick, or do you impress them with your works? People notice you for your actions, remember that someone is always watching, even when it seems you are alone in your car. Don't be a nose picker, be an example! I might just be the one looking into your car...

Kuzcotopia = Natural Man?

      Funny story, I was talking to my companion the other day about a very gospel oriented movie called "The Emperor's New Groove". You must be saying to yourself, "Uhhh, Sis. Carro, that is not a Gospel movie..." Don't believe me? My companion didn't either. Let me shed some light on you.
      Emperor Kuzco was very selfish. In fact, you could say that he rather resembles what the scriptures call the "natural man". He was thinking all about today and what he wanted without giving a thought to how it might affect the people around him. He started to realize that every time he thought about himself, something awful would happen. Like when he upset the squirrel, and then the panthers ended up chasing after him. Once he was put through the trial of becoming a llama, and learned to feel compassion for those around him less fortunate, he was able to overcome the trial and become a better Emperor that didn't focus on the temporal things. In fact, in the end, you see him enjoying the "simple" lifestyle of a not so lavish summer palace, but a little adobe house on a hill with friends right next door. Kuzcotopia changed from being an expensive (and destructive) dream to a humble and everlasting happiness.
        Also, I might just mention the fact that Kronk had the Holy Ghost with him, on his shoulder, he also had the devil on the other side. BUT, he chose to follow the promptings of the angel. And it ended up working out better for him in the end. 
        Look toward building an eternal palace, because in the end, that's the one you'll be staying in for eternity. So remember to live for the future, not the now... or you might just get turned into a llama... I'm just sayin, it's very possible.

Intro, Because I Feel Fancy

       Being someone who has always despised religious posts on Facebook, I find it ironic that I was picked to be an "online" missionary. But alas, it has occurred. Let's start off by making something clear, I'm about as sarcastic as they come. Also, I make unusual connections between unrelated topics. Which you will get a taste if on this blog- because I am so giving. By the end of my 18 months, you will most likely be utterly convinced of my insanity. To that, all I have to say is: I'm not crazy, just unique... Now get over it.

        On  a serious note, I hope to grow and learn from my mission. Which is why I decided to start a blog. That way I can keep track of my growth and progress (or my declining mental capacity, whichever way it goes) through this thing called the internet. Side note, I've never blogged before, so if mine seems a little unorthodox, now you know why, end side note. I hope to mature (a little bit, not too much) and heal from past experiences.
         I never planned to go on a mission, so I know that Heavenly Father sent me here for a reason, or he wouldn't have made it so that I had no other choice but to send in my papers. It will be interesting to find out why He decided to unleash me in Santa Rosa, CA when I come from Los Angeles. It will probably be even more interesting for my poor mission president, President Bunker! If I come to a zone conference in war paint, I apologize ahead of time!
         I  am excited to be here, and grateful for the opportunity of serving a mission. I can only hope and pray that I will be the effective and hard working missionary my Heavenly Father intended me to be.