Goal #49

Goal #49: Stay in touch with lifetime friends

One of the greatest blessings of serving a mission are the friendships you make: companions, other missionaries, investigators, members, less actives, neighbors, complete strangers... the list could go on. Friendships have always meant a lot to me. That is why I wanted to set this goal in the first place. Plus, I've always thought that even though you might not see or talk to someone everyday the word "friendship" implies something deeper, something much more significant than just talking on a regular basis. And even though I might not see some of these friends from my mission again I like to think of there being a "heavenly bank account of rich relationships" waiting for us in the next life. Each friend a deposit to withdraw again and again.

ANYWAY... so the point of that small sermon was to say... I had the best weekend EVER with these two:

Sister Sunderland (Linsey) and Sister Pettigrew (Erin)

served with me in The Great Ohio Columbus Mission.

We had a little get together in Rupert, ID and had the time of our lives!

"Free Livin!"

Shoshone Falls

Horseback riding

(Erin and I are trying to set Linsey up with that young man who happens to be gazing at her... ha ha)

Sledding! Yes, in May!

Our "Deep Fat Fry Anything" Night

It was really nice being around people who understand why you are the way you are (ie. awkward). Mostly, it was just great being around people you love! Thanks girls!

Spouts!!

Goal #10 Have a garden

I have sprouts! Which, I'll admit, is pretty good for my very brown thumb. Grandpa Boyd should be proud! I'm not past hope!

Welcome my windowpane cilantro!

Its a start #41

A few days ago my good friend Derek was looking over this blog and reading a few of my goals. But when he spotted my 41st Goal he promptly began to make fun of me. (What good friends do, right? Make fun of their friends' goals.) This is what he saw:

Goal #41: Floss my teeth once a week for a year

Okay, I know its a corny goal. And to set the record straight I really DO floss; I just HATE it! Hence, the goal.

So this is my official declaration that the next 52 weeks are now dedicated to my good friend Derek.

But if anyone is to thank it is my dear mission companion Sister (Brittiany) Cahoon for introducing me to this lovely:

This wouldn't have been possible without you.

(And yes... I really did start a ticker to keep track of my flossing. My progress can easily be tracked by simply looking over to the left panel of this blog. Pretty convenient huh.)