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I really WILL update later... Doctors. 4 year olds. Dora and Diego. 40 fish. Yeah. Going to sleep now.

"Unnaturally Cute" Kitty Brat

Marco the kitten is, apparently, attacking ghosts. She is NUTS. Seriously she is batting at and chasing NOTHING... and with gusto! But I am still just pleased as heck with the kitten because she is 100% a different cat than when we fished her out of that brick. Rinny doesn't believe it. She was really scared of her when we caught her. But me and mom were telling her how CUTE she is now and how TAME she is! Rinny is not convinced. I wish Rinny would KEEP her.

*I* don't really want a cat, but I would love for her to stay near and in the family. She is so funny. I wish CC COULD have have her.

However, she is still not a glider. She will play with their toys but isn't as smart as them, I don't think... and can't fly... or sleep in my shirt. Kittens are just a poorman's glider. OH which reminds me. Tonight's convo at the padres'! Mom told me that Padre said if I would get rid of the gliders he would get me a dog or even let me keep the kitten. HA! RIGHT. Because I would just TRADE pets. Not like they are my BABIES or anything. Dumb Padre.

Granted, I LOVE dogs and will get one someday. But not instead of my sugar babies.

HA!!! The cat just ran HEAD FIRST into the wall! She is cute, but DANG Marco is NOT a brilliant baby. hee hee hee. She's so cute.

Today at family dinner we watched BoyKid's little slide show of recent pics and videos and just laughed and laughed. I MISS MY LITTLE BROTHER. He is so the same kid though. Funny, dorky, adorable! I love that kid. He is such a fantastic little missionary!

Part of his recent letter:

Wheeeen the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie thats lockheart amOOREEE!

Hey fam of my heart! So...hows it goin...no kidding. Thanks for all the
mail and the pictures recipes and everything and yes I recieved that email.
You are all amazing and it is great to see letters from my fam. I dont have
time to read them so I print them off, so if there are questions Ill answer
them next week.

...Saturday the day turned interesting. Anz Schanchy has had a cyst for awhile
now. Hes taken antibiotics to kill the infection be it started getting huge
so we decided to go to the hopsital. We waited for 2 hours (thank you
sociallzed medicine) and then he got it cut and drained. He was hurtin bad
and I was fairly grossed out. Anyway his strength has been low, so we
havent done as much work lately, which makes eveyone kinda edgy, and
annoyed. Missionaries are meant to be outside, not cooped up in an
apartment. Weve managed to work more as it has healed. Luckily he felt
good enough to go to the baptism sat. night. Anz Earley and Blad baptized
this awesome 8 year african girl and it was good service. I want one of my
own soooo bad! The Lord has called me to baptize, not just to sow seeds,
and I know that if I put my trust in him, we will see success.

Sunday was church and it was fun, and after we taught Flaviano. The man
needs a miracle, and I am just trying to be worthy to see one.

Monday was hard, we recieved some Bidones and had to do street, which I
respect Anz Skanchy for doing even with a bloody hole in his stomach. We
taught a Romanian who was Orthodox and laughed when we said we could
communicate with God through prayer. It made me sad that he was taught that
man isnt worthy to speak with God. I feel very grateful to know that God
loves us enough to command us to pray.

Awww... how cute and righteous is he?

...Yesterday was a busy day. We served at Mistral, by cutting lawns, and then
helped them by translating a pamphlet into english that they can send to the
Bill Gates foundation to get funding. It was funny because Anz Skanchy had
a hard time with English. It makes me worry about my classes at BYU after
my mish!

Bill Gates? I'm sorry, WHAT?

After we had a funny experience. Remember how Missionaries are just 19 year
old idiots? I do too. We taught a great investigator. She knows it is
true and even though she isnt ready for baptism yet she keeps giving us
referrals! Anyway she brought a friend to an appointment yesterday. The
Friend turned out to be a 22 year old girl who happened to be UNNATURALLY
CUTE! Both me and my comp had a real hard time beginning the lesson. The
great thing though was when we began the spirit came so strong and bore
record to us that she was a daughter of god, and that she needed to hear
this message. We taught the Restoration and it was a great lesson.
Missionary work aint easy, but it is so worth it.

Anz. Mayberry

"Unnaturally Cute" HEE HEE HEE HEE!

And my Mom decided to answer him this:

When you swim in the sea/And an eel bites your knee/That's a moray
When you ace your last tests / Like you did all the rest / That's some more "A"s!
In the Aussie outback / roasted 'roo in his pack / that's a Maori.
When our habits are strange / And our customs deranged / That's our mores.
When Othello's poor wife / She gets stabbed with a knife / That's a Moor, eh?
When a snack you desire / Toasted over a fire / That's a smore, eh?
When your sheep go to graze / In a damp marshy place / That's a moor, eh?
When you're soaking up sun / At the beach, having fun / That's some more rays
When "The Fonz" gives a shout / 'Cause he likes what's turned out / That's some more "Aaaayyyy"s
When your paycheck augments / With more dollars and cents / That's some more raise!
When your last try has sunk / But then new thoughts you've thunk / That's some more ways!
When you read tons of books / About cowboys and crooks / That's (Louis) L'Amour-ay.
And our friend Mitch Albom / every Tuesday would come / to hear Morrie.
When a horse is among / Others nursing their young, / That's a mare, eh?
When the school says "Don't worry / Learn to dance in a hurry.", / That's A (rthur) Murray.
When a golf ball you drive / and for cover they dive / That’s a "Fore!", eh?
When you've had quite enough / Of this bad rhyming stuff /That's "No more!", eh?

I *HEART* my family.

Cats and Hogs and Spiders... Oh My!

Sorry about the lapse in updating. I was trying to CATCH UP on my blog... and finish about my California trip... but didn't let you know that FINALLY yesterday the kitten was captured (we took apart our dryer) and she is, at present, YOWLING AT ME like some sort of demon from with in her dog/glider/kitty kennel. AND she is doing SO GOOD! But first, a little back story since I didn't say much about the cat (who, by the way, I am CALLING a she, but could just as easily be a boy as I am not a cat person and just can't tell as easy as gliders, you know?) at first other than HELP HELP THERE'S A CAT LOST IN MY WALLS!!!

We were out at the Gardens doing Robotics Camp on a very very rainy day when a couple of the kids started claiming they heard something crying. I thought it was a raccoon because the day BEFORE Me, Rerun, and Rinny had to rescue a young frightened coon from an empty dumpster! (Don't worry, we were very safe about it, and when they started yelling and called me over I told them not to try and touch it but instead put in a plank for it to climb and backed away). Well, it wasn't. It was a little wild kitten and she was drowning in a landscaping brick filling with water. It took a while to get her out as we had no gloves and thus were trying to lasso her with my name tag lanyard and finally grabbing her by the tail. She was coated in mud and leaves and was hissing and spitting. I wrapped her in a towel and kept her in a box in my office till I got her home to have The Roomie help.

We cleaned her up as best we could and also found out she had a 3 inch long stick in her eye (just the SOCKET luckily, not her eye BALL, but still OUCH!) Anyway, she was crying and crying and I thought that maybe I should let her out of the box in the bathroom.

I don't have a CLUE how she got OUT of the bathroom, but she vanished. She was in the walls and we couldn't get her out. Then we finally got her out of the walls and she was behind the furnace! The way we found her was when she started ANSWERING our meows. It was like playing Marco Polo, which is what we started calling her., even if she IS a she, which is in doubt. I ALMOST caught her once, but not before she got behind and INTO the back of the dryer! Finally, yesterday, The Roomie texted me at work that she had caught her! YAY!!!

She is doing SO GOOD now. She's like a different kitten. She rarely bites or hisses. She still escapes and hides really well, but she seems to really like attention. Not being HELD exactly, but she is lonely and I think she at least considers us as an acceptable 2nd choice to her mama. And so, for now, we have a kitten. Trinket is NOT pleased.

It's later now and CC and me went to Spiderman 3! It was silly and cheesy and good and FUN! (Evil Emo bangs. hee hee hee) Then we played with the kitten... and BoyKid's motorcycle. It was good to get out. Stop thinking a little while.

But that whole thinking thing... ugh... stupid California Fish Cops... dumb laws... highly frustrated heart...

I will write more about, well, Cali and such, later. And let you all know when *that's* up. But for now I better feed the [growing number of] babies and try to sleep! Church starts early... I wish there was a ward I LOVED... preferably one that was NOT at 9. I know it shouldn't matter. It SHOULDN'T. I should just do what is right because it is right. Why am I such a spiritual wuss?

The cat's out of the... bathroom?

I am SO SCREWED.

There is a tiny feral kitten LOST in my house! I have no idea HOW she got out of the bathroom. When I found her today she was drowning in a brick thing filling with water. I caught her, but she is NOT a tame kitten and hisses and spits like a demon. Still, The Roomie and I knew we had to take her in and get her okay... however now she is missing... in my house...

I am praying to find the little thing before she hurts anybody (or Trinket finds and kills her) but I haven't heard a sound yet! I am so scared she has got into the walls or something.

We could call it "The Fallen Sexy!"

Fresno really is pretty much the perfect boy (for me). It has been a very busy, but very fun day. I am EXHAUSTED and may actually SLEEP when I go to bed, which should be soon. So I will probably end up writing this tomorrow.

Here are the pictures from BEFORE...

OR... yeah... not the next day. It is days later. Trying to get caught up on the trip now that I am HOME.

To start with, Saturday morning, Fresno came over to my hotel and we went down to breakfast. It was actually GOOD, not a "continental" breakfast or anything. A full breakfast. We ate and talked and had fun and then took off for our woodsy adventures. First, we went to the grocery store and bought picnic stuff (sushi, trail mix with chocolate, and a box of bottled waters). Then it was off to the mountains!

First we went to King's Canyon National Park to play in and around the giant Sequoias! The pictures make me giggle because so many of them involved Fresno saying "Wave! You have to wave to the camera!" and me arguing "Dude! It's not a video. WHY do we have to WAVE?" So, yeah, lots of "waving."There are also quite a few "Rinny Poses" (ie: Ta-Da!) that just seem to fit the trees' enormity.

Big Trees, Big Fun

Speaking of pictures, there are a LOT you do NOT get to see because they are WAY too silly and embarrassing. Not that they were BAD or anything, we just kept trying to do these stupid sexy Zoolander-esque poses and most of them were pretty humiliating. FUNNY but humiliating. (which could pretty much be the definition of me in a relationship.) Hee hee hee!

We went off the path a lot and hiked and found an awesome unnamed fallen tree to play in that way probably pretty dangerous, but it was SO COOL! Then we decided to get going to the Boyden Caverns as it was supposed to be a "bit of a hike" up there. OH MY HELL. I almost DIED. Just so you know, that little "steep walk" up to the cave would probably do in a lot of people and poor Fresno was basically DRAGGING me up at the end. My calves were on FIRE and I pulled muscles I didn't know I had, and a few of other people's muscles for them. But at LEAST I wasn't trying to CARRY A CHILD up there... one family did.

The cave was pretty cool, but not as good as some. And we got in trouble with Sam the tour guide a few times. Because we touched water we weren't supposed to... and giggled and made semi-inappropriate comments to each other that I am PRETTY sure Sam didn't hear... and Fresno kept saying he was going to sneak off and PEE IN THE CAVE...

"I bet Put would've! You don't think Put ever took a leak in here? Sam said he was lazy!"

...(Now, mind you, Fresno DIDN'T... but the 4 year old who the parents carried up DID! HA!) which was a running (Ha!) joke through out the whole trip because I SWEAR that boy has to pee like EVERY 10 SECONDS which he blamed on me for buying so much water. Anyway, MATL. SIGH.



Spelunking Adventures...

After the cave we had our picnic in "Roaring Meadow." Okay, so it's not really called that it was Zuwalt Meadow or something like that by Roaring River. We kept ROARING whenever we said it, so we started called everything Roaring _____. And making a band called "Beautiful Danger." And kept talking to his car who whines and sounds a little like the Gingerbread man from Shrek mixed with Strong Sad. Yes, he makes his car talk a lot. It is very weird but very VERY funny. Plus Fresno pointed out a bazillion places he used to deliver to in the park (he used to drive for BUDWIESER! HA!)

We had our sushi and really yummy limeade he made from scratch by a pretty (roaring) river and just hung out. It was fun. We also TALKED. Like for really talked. He said that he was sorry for stressing me with the whole moving thing. He told me he had been praying about it and that while he was driving he had "just felt like no matter what, it will be alright. Like, I think, California, Utah, whatever... everything will work out and we will be okay." I told him I thought that was a good answer. :O) (and was pretty much what *I* was praying for, too)

Then we realized we didn't ever see "The General" aka "The Nation's Christmas Tree" which Fresno sang a a program for when he was a kid and so we were determined to see ALL the famous trees. So back we went to the Sequoias... but not before we found a BEAUTIFUL waterfall called Grizzly Falls to play in. But then it was gonna get dark and we wanted to hit the trees before that so off we went again!

Turns out we probably have a TON of pictures OF the general in the background... our off-trail exploring had circled it in every way except the front where the sign was! So we finally found that and then got really silly (more "sexy" facial expressions and far too many jokes about wood) and decided that the tree we explored with no name should HAVE a name and stuff so he named it "The Fallen Sexy or 'The Tree that Which Fell and Nobody Heard'." *rolls eyes*

On the way back, one sad thing happened though. We were talking about how PERFECT this trip had been (and Holy Hannah had it EVER!) and watching the sunset (gorgeous) when there was a road block. Someone had driven off a cliff. There were choppers and ambulances and cops. We felt a little guilty for feeling so happy. We said a prayer and went (slowly) to... Sanger... I think it is?

Where his PARENTS live. Dun Dun DUN! Yeah, I was a little nervous. But HE was freaking panicked. He was SO nervous because, as he said, he wanted me to meet his mom and dad... but NOT have to meet his siblings. So he said we would just sorta SNEAK in the house and hope his jerk of an anti-Mormon psychiatrist brother who was presently living with his wife and kiddlets in his parents' pool house wouldn't notice us come in.

MAN he was NOT kidding about sneaking... as we drove through the grape vineyard they live behind he turned off his headlights and everything. It was SO FUNNY. And then when we got in there, we had to chill awhile anyway because his mom was in the tub and dad was helping her out (she is in a wheelchair now). And while we were waiting, guess who came out to meet us... yep, the brother Fresno hates. And when he introduced himself (albeit in a very condescending way) and shook hands Fresno jumpoed to his feet and almost PUNCHED HIM!!!! IT WAS HILARIOUS! I gave him a very serious "CHILL THE HELL OUT" look but almost laughed out loud. I asked him later "what were you THINKING?!"
His answer? Quite seriously, "All I could think was 'DON'T YOU TALK TO HER. DON'T YOU TOUCH HER. DON'T EVEN LOOK AT HER.'" Umm... Issues much? *rolls eyes*

Psycho.

ANYWAY, his brother IS a rather self-righteous jerkface... but Fresno needs to chill. But it WAS really REALLY funny to me. And when his actual parents came in, well, THEY were cool. His mom was nice and his dad was funny and kept messing with me. He acted JUST like Fresno, but old. SCARY! HA!

We hung out and talked a while and when we left his mom hugged me and his dad shook my hand and said "Well, thanks for coming. Hope to see you around. We'll see how things turn out." and Fresno rolled his eyes and mumbled "Thanks, Dad. Why don't YOU just ask her?" Hee hee hee!

Then it was time to go home, which was good as both of us were both pretty exhausted (especially him). So he took me to the hotel and we planned to meet there for free breakfast again the next day.

Oh, and when we kissed goodnight, way embarrassing, he smiled and said "See, you ARE getting better." Tee hee hee! *blush*

SIGH! He's so cute.

Anyway, the next day we didn't go to the mountains, we went the OTHER direction... to the BEACH! We went to San Francisco! We went to Monterey Bay Aquarium and it was AWESOME! Seriously, amazing place.

P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way Sydney!

We had clam chowder in sourdough soup bowls, got smashed pennies, and walked down Cannery Row holding hands a lot like dorks. Hee hee hee! Then we left, thinking we would have a couple hours to chill at his house with his Alien roomie and the dogs before my flight home. BUT we totally got lost (and it was NOT MY FAULT!!!!). So we only had a little time there, but we DID play with the puppies and just chilled for a little while. It was fun but we were tired and bummed because, well, the vacation was over. <:O(

SIGH. Fresno took me to the airport. We said goodbye. It SUCKED. BLEH. Then we were delayed in Vegas AGAIN with airplane problems. YIKES?! And, there was the trip. (and here is a picture of the casino/airport of Vegas... bad because did you know it's a LAW not to take pictures of gambling people?)

And THAT was the trip! It was a FANTASTIC trip. THE END!

If I had Jacks compass it would be spinning like crazy right now

So, today has been very very fun but I don't know how much my brain can take right now. I just don't know what to think and do and yeah. Right now I am kind of sort of freaking out. NO, he didn't propose or anything, but we talked a LOT tonight about serious things. I am not good at that kind of thing, you know. :O/ More about that later.

So my stupid plane got DELAYED and then so did our luggage (but at least they didn't LOSE it). So I didn't get into my hotel till around 3:30 and didn't go right to sleep either. SO my whole plan of "treating" him to a birthday breakfast (that comes with my room) and I had a candle to stick in a sweet roll or something, well, crap I totally slept in and didn't even make it in time for ANY breakfast.

Oh well. Instead, when Fresno came over we went to Sweet Tomatoes then back to Fresno's to meet the giant dogs. They were, quite possibly BIGGER than the pictures seem to indicate. Biggest dogs I have EVER seen. But they were very sweet, too, so no worries. He showed me all they had done with the bathroom and stuff (he's been working SO hard to spruce up his new little house that he bought). We talked about fish, mapquested the way to the cave, played with the dogs, etc. We looked at photo albums (and some of those pictures OH MY HECK of him (like the one when he used to have an earring... and a big girly one at that... with that and a Poison shirt and a near-mullet) had me laughing so hard I was almost crying.

But then we were talking and that part scares me because like I told him, I don't know what to tell him. The house thing hasn't gone well... and that means he may be in California for a YEAR. And he has been effectively offered the guard job. With choices of various locations (all in Cali). And he wanted to know what to do... where to choose...

My brain wanted to say "Whatever. It's your life. It doesn't much matter to me where you live."
But I know that isn't completely true. Not really. We were talking about it... about him not wanting to make decisions that would keep us apart longer...

He had this map and kept showing me places where he could work and telling me what the places were like. Things like "...it's a little cooler there... it snows like in Utah..." or "...this is close to the coast. You like the beach..."

I know he wanted me to say "yeah, I would move there!"

But I didn't. I couldn't. I couldn't even say anything helpful. I just said stuff like "yeah, I don't know... well, maybe you could just take it temporarily... I don't know..." I just babbled. And it's still true... I don't know.

I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.

I am tired. Not sleepy, just mentally, emotionally, TIRED. I am scared to even play tomorrow because we will probably have to talk about it again. And I should have something to say. I have been praying about it, but, not surprisingly for me, got nothing from that. So I thought maybe writing about it, but no. I feel like swearing.

I really like Fresno, in fact I probably love him. I love being with him... or at least when he is not making my brain hurt like this I do. I think we will end up together. But I also think *I* am not ready for that.

I want my stomach to stop doing flip-flops when he tries to plan his life around what would be good for "us." I am feeling that right now.

I am feeling a little like running away now. But I am in California. And I can't not answer my phone to avoid discussing things because he KNOWS I am here... I have no CAR.

I should sleep.

But I want to write ALL about today! But writing about my FEELINGS today is taking up all my time and energy. Yuck. Put those on hold for a minute.

We went to Pirates 3 (LOVED IT LOVED IT LOVED IT!!!!!) which was FANTASTIC... as was when the Transformers preview came on and Fresno SQUEELED like a little girl and it looked like he may pee his pants he was so excited. That was geekily adorable. SIGH.

Then we drove around downtown Fresno (the place, not the nick name... because, umm, dirty...) and he was hilarious in his tour guidedness. Like HISTORIES of the buildings. IT WAS AWESOME. But the coolest was we turned a corner just in time to be RIGHT in front of the end of a baseball game with AWESOME FIREWORKS!!! You could NOT have planned the perfection. We were laughing and cheering so much at the RANDOMNESS of finding fireworks. SO COOL.

Then we went back to my hotel, looked at pictures on my laptop, and he went home. And I got online to write out my day. And have a mental break down. It is late now... 1:30 CA time, but 2:30 at home. I just didn't want to go to bed with out some sort of... plan... decision... SOMETHING. Because I don't know what to say tomorrow and even if he DOESN'T ask me again what to do I feel like I *should* say something.

I am feeling VERY unstable at the moment though.

I just... I don't know. I was feeling pretty good with this whole Live and See plan. But a year... and besides that, HE doesn't want that, not at all... and I really don't want him to see THIS as, like, a lack of interest in HIM or something... and I just don't know. I don't know anything. And I am not getting answers... but I wouldn't really call it a stupor of thought either. ARRRGH.

I am going to bed, I guess. But I haven't a bloody clue what I am going to say think or feel tomorrow and that scares the crap out of me. The End.

City of Sin and Wax Statues

I am writing from the Las Vegas Airport! (I *heart* WiFi, what DID I do before it?) My flight was HILARIOUSLY bad. But not DANGEROUSLY bad, so that's acceptable. They almost bumped me, then lost my seat assignment and almost kicked me off and THEN we left about half hour late because we needed OIL. It was a teeny tiny plane (however, on the bright side there WAS no dreaded "middle seat" between the sight-seeing window seat and the leg-stretching aisle seat.). Luckily for me (and sadly for the nice Japanese lady connecting 10 minutes after they landed on the other side of the airport (and yeah, she missed it)) all that did was cut into the time I am here on my 2 hour lay over. So it's all good. OH, but why it was funny! The stewardess totally said both to put the mask our oxygen mask "after you finish screaming" and that after the whole seat cushions as flotation devices thing "and please, in the event that does happen, feel free to keep the cushions and take them home with you, compliments of Mesa Air." I thought that was pretty awesome.

Also, this airport just cracks me up, because, of course being Las Vegas the first thing you see is slot machines, which I am considering playing if I get too bored. Also there are CREEPY wax statues of Howard Hughes and, even better, what his stewardesses had to wear. And I took pictures because OF COURSE I brought my camera. And of COURSE I brought my laptop. And of course I FORGOT the wire to connect the 2. So STAY TUNED FOR PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE! For now, I think I need to walk a while (I really am scared to death of those blood clots people get from planes, even though LOGICALLY I know I have only been on an hour. Whatever, I hate sitting all cramped like that!). Then maybe sin some. I dunno.

TTYL.