Pioneer Day Weekend!

The rating of this past weekend on the one to ten scale is a definite 10!
It was brilliant. Carleigh came to visit! And Sharla and I took her to the Pioneer Day festivities in Snowflake. Blake was visiting his fam in Snowflake, and his roommate Jeremy came with him. We all convened, along with my sisters and Matt Mauff and Tommy Lee, and also Aaron Hatch, and watched the fireworks while sitting on a wall below the temple! Could anything be more perfect? No is the answer to that.
Sunday was Blake's brother Kyle's farewell speaking, along with a giant party at the Larson's house. Giant. I'm pretty sure the entire town of Snowflake was there. Which, of course, always makes for a great time! Blake and Jeremy and I may or may not have played a round or two of Rock Band.
There were friends all over the place the whole weekend!
Summer is the greatest time.

FedEx

Most of the time, I feel the urge to strike up a conversation with the FedEx reps on the phone. The urge gets stronger if they have a classy Southern accent, as they almost always do. Today, the lady's name was Florie, and she told me I had the same name as her granddaughter! How can you not want to talk to her?!
On the same note: UPS. Once upon a time, I may or may not have inadvertently flirted with the UPS guy when he dropped off a package at work. Since that time, he has creeped (crept?) upon me.
That's what you get, folks.

Arizona

Arizona sunsets are arguably the most beautiful in all of the United States. Maybe even the world.
And monsoon season in Arizona is one of the greatest times ever.
Hooray for summer!

Democracy

The best thing about local election time: ALL THE FREE STUFF!
Candidates want your vote, and if they can get it by giving you pens/notepads and other such stuff, THEY WILL!
Let me tell you, I am not mad at all.
Scott Tipton came around with his personalized Post-it notes, just when I had used my last one! How fortuitous!
Will this make me vote for him? Perhaps. But either way, I really appreciate these super classy Post-its.
On to other things.
My computer is FREAKING OUT, and when I try to go to my Jango radio page, it says blah blah blah, Dell search page, cannot find your music. (Well, that's the gist of what it says.) So for now, it is back to the Pandora! At least until I run out the next 40 free hours. Hopefully by then, my Jango will have decided to behave.
I love music!
I also love stroopwaffel! They are super delicious cookies from Holland that Jessica brought home from her trip last summer. I could have eaten a whole package!
And now I am going to the land of stroopwaffel! HOORAY!
My mission is going to be trouble in the "eating healthy" department. You know what Holland is famous for? Cheese. And chocoloate. And those delicious pastries.
Whew!
Oh great. I forgot that Pandora has commercials.
Jango doesn't.
Let's make this comparison: if these stations were two boys who had asked me out on a date for the exact same night, Pandora would be the boy who talks too loud and likes Nickelback and has planned to play volleyball for our date. Jango would be the suave man with gorgeous glasses that knows the joy and beauty of Switchfoot, Mae, and Neon Trees and has planned a night of vintage music store shopping with a smoothie at the end. (Jango would look like Gary Go.)
We all know which one I would choose.

MISSION!

I got my call!

I'm going to the Belgium/Netherlands mission, on December 1st. I'm going to speak Dutch!!

How legit is that?!

I'm going to be just like the movie The Best Two Years, except that I'm a girl!

It will be great.

Whew

It wasn't there.
On the one hand, I can now concentrate on my work.
On the other hand, all those people telling me mission calls come on a Thursday? They were lying! Or sadly misinformed.
Hopefully tomorrow.

Oh Good Heavens

I am a nervous wreck. What if my mission call is at my house when I go home for lunch?
WHAT IF?!?!
Only fourteen more minutes.
BAH!!