Tuesday, December 28, 2010

A Christmas Phone Call

But first, our cast of callers:
And Staring:11:54 – Mindy turns on her computer in preparation for the phone call and the resulting blog post.
11:55 – Mom, Kenna, and Kylie play card games, Dad takes out the garbage, Warren plays his family’s new Wii.
11:56 – Mindy begins to think that she is the only one who is truly excited for Greg’s phone call. Mindy decides to document this moment of sibling devotion so that, when Greg comes home and makes his fortune, he will buy her nice Christmas presents.
11:57 – Mindy remembers that Greg is planning on going into public education when he comes home and therefore will be fortune-less. Mindy starts a game of Tetris on her computer.

11:58 – Dad dials Elder Greg’s number, waits, then says, “Hello?” three times. Greg replies with a “Hello!” of his own, but Dad, unable to believe that ( after 18 technology-impaired missionary phone calls in the last ten years) the call actually went through on the first try.
11:59 – Dad finally realizes that Greg is in fact on the line, declares it a “Christmas miracle” and asks Greg how his Christmas is going. Greg replies, “It’s alright. It’s a little boring.” Becky comments, “That’s because you don’t have a missionary to call,” then jumps up to stop Kylie from climbing the Christmas tree.
12:01 – Dad asks if Greg likes the inflatable pillow tie he sent in the Christmas box. Greg says, “It’s awesome!” Dad tells Greg that he wore his own inflatable tie to a High Council meeting and to Stake Conference and it was a big hit. Greg says, “Cool. Do you think I will be home in time to testify at your excommunication hearing?”
12:02 – Dad tells Greg that Jenny has been cranky about missing all of Greg’s phone calls, so we will be talking to Greg for 45 minutes so that Jenny can call him for the last fifteen. Greg asks what Jenny thinks of that plan. Dad says she is happy about it. Greg declares it a Christmas miracle.


12:03 – Mom loses her third game of Texas Hold’em to Kenna and hops on the other line. She asks Greg about his new area. Greg says, “This new area is different. I actually kind of miss Tavira. We live in Montijio, a really big area with a lot of people. The chapel is 45 minutes away from our house and the area where we work, so it is going to be kind of hard to get investigators to Church.”
12:03 – Kylie waves to Greg.
12:04 – Mom says, “Tell me everything you did today.” Greg says, “Well, we exercised, studied, opened packages, called the zone leaders, and had a surprise meal with members. They cooked us potatoes and turkeyish stuff. Then we came to the branch building for my companion’s phone call. He is using the branch phone and is going on two hours .” Mom wonders how much extra tithing she would have to pay to get to talk to Greg for two hours on Mother’s Day.
12:06 - Kylie stands near the phone Mindy is using and says, “Hello!” Kenna tries to scream her hellos, is shush-ed, becomes sad, and threatens to walk home.

12:07 - Mom asks about Greg’s new companion. Greg answers, “He has been out for three transfers but is the most green companion I think I’ve had. The others had a handle on the language because they were doing a lot of teaching, but this area hasn’t had much going on for 6 months.”
Mom asks about the card and handkerchief she sent for the lady he taught in Tavira. Greg said that, before her baptism, he had told the sister that everyone in the zone, his home ward, and his stake president were praying for her. He said that helped her feel better, but added, “All of those prayers put a lot of pressure on me to not mess it up! Everyone asks about this baptism of a lady who is afraid of water. It is a fun story because everything that could go wrong with a baptism went wrong.”
12:08 - Greg is worried that his pictures and present for mom and dad haven’t come. Warren, after talking Kenna out of trying to walk home, teaches her to mix delightfully refreshing non-alcoholic cocktails.

12:09 – Mom asks if Greg will still get to have P-day on Monday. Greg assures his mother that he will still get to email her on Monday. Mom is happy.
12:10 – Greg says that this will be his first Sunday in his new area. There are 30 people in this branch, twice as many as Taveria. The ward members aren’t missionary minded, so it will be hard work to get the area moving. Greg is a little stressed because the previous elders hadn’t written in the area book for 4 months. Mindy gets paper cuts just thinking about her old area books.
12:12 – Mindy fills Greg in on the contents of her pre-phone-call-phone-call to Jenny’s children. After being told that Max is cooler than he is, Greg replies, “What? Come on! I’m …speechless. I mean… I was not expecting that.”
12:14 – Mindy passes along Bentley’s question about the chances of Greg forgetting how to speak English. Greg says, “Ummm probably not. We speak a lot of English on the mission with other missionaries, unfortunately. And there are very few native missionaries here, only 4 or 5 native elders. The majority still come from America because the church is still young in Portugal.”
12:16 – Dad tells Greg about his lunch with Max during grandparents day at the kid’s school. Max pointed out a girl at another table and announced, “That girl is hot. Not your kind of hot grandpa. She’s sexy.” Greg says he will call Max to repentance as soon as he gets home this summer.


12:20 – Mom fills Greg in on all of the Christmas happenings and tells him about the presents everyone received.
12:21 –Kenna rewires the kitchen CD player, while Kylie figures out how to work Dad’s paper shredder. Mom revises the present list to only include surviving presents while Becky checks to make sure Kylie still has all of her fingers. She does, and Warren declares it a Christmas miracle.
12:22 – Greg says that Codfish is the traditional Christmas dish in Portugal. Mindy says, “Ick.”. Greg says that he likes codfish with cream, but not boiled with oil and vinegar, which is the way most people in Portugal prepare it.
12:23 – Greg says, “Everyday gets a little bit harder because this area hasn’t had a lot going on. We have to find somewhere to start and that is what’s scaring me. I don’t know what to do first: knock doors, contact old investigators, work on activation or beg and plead for member referrals.”
12:25 – Greg continues, “This could be my last area. I only have four more transfers. Other missionaries think I will leave this area before that, but I want to see success here before I leave. It will be good. I’m excited for this transfer. We have a teenage boy we are teaching who should get baptized here in a couple of weeks. I think we are going to see a lot of success. It really is going to be good.” Mom and Dad are proud.


12:26 - Spencer calls from New York to listen in. He asks Mindy to tell Greg, “Thanks for the Lions (Greg’s favorite team). They were our first win of the season.” Greg says, “The Bills won a game? It’s a Christmas miracle!”
12:27 – Greg says, “You can see Lisbon from our apartment.” Mindy suddenly flashes to Sarah Palin’s, “I can see Russia from my house” comment. Mindy thinks Sarah Palin style glasses would look good with Greg’s facial structure.
12:28 – Greg says that his new companion is allergic to a lot of stuff and doesn’t like meat, so Greg has to eat double at dinner appointments. Warren declares it a Christmas miracle!
12:29 – Warren takes a turn talking to Greg. They ask each other, “Sup?” and grunt a bit before calling each other punks and ripping on each other’s mission languages.
12:32 – Greg congratulates Warren and Becky on the upcoming birth of their third child/first son. Warren says, “If the baby has light hair, we are thinking we will name him Zachery Bryce in honor of you.” Greg is touched. Warren continues, “Oh, and when you get home, you can help finish building a play room for him in the basement. You know, that room that I had you put the window in before you left?”
12:33 – Greg remembers working on Warren’s basement before he left and begins to think about extending his mission.


12:34 – Kenna figures out how to make the phones whistle with feedback. Mindy declares it a Christmas miracle.
12:35 – Mom tells Greg that one of his old companions called and told her that Greg was a good missionary who loved the people and baptized whole families. Greg is confused and/or humble and responds, “Only two families.” Mom jokes, “You slacker!” Greg adds, “One of the families has already been to the temple. That is awesome.”
12:38 - Dad updates Greg on his friends. Kylie turns on the TV and Mindy is distracted by Snuggie ads.
12:40 - Dad asks if Greg needs any clothes to see him through to the end of his mission. Greg says he is good on clothes and knows of good shoe repair places in this area. Mom asks how his socks are holding out. Greg says his socks are dying, but he can get those in Portugal. Mom says Mikey could never find the right kind of socks in Brazil. Dad adds, “Poor Mike kept buying packs that only came with left foot socks and no right foot socks.”

12:42 – Mom announces that it is almost time to hang up so that Jenny and Mikey can call Greg. Dad warns Greg, “Don’t talk about Mike’s paper cut.” Greg says, “Huh?” Dad says, “You know… Mike’s very painful paper cut. His very painful blond paper cut….” “Oh yeah,” Greg says, “her.”
12:43 – Greg says a silent prayer of thanks for mission rules that have prevented him from experiencing any similar “paper cuts” for the last 19 months and makes a mental note to ask the mission president if he can extend indefinitely to avoid any future “paper cuts.”
12:44 – Mindy explains to Kenna that “paper cut” is code for obnoxious twits who break up with (comparatively) nice boys via text message for kicks.


12:45 – Everyone says goodbye to Greg. Dad says, “We’ll send you a copy of Mindy’s blog so you can see what you didn’t say.” Greg laughs; Mindy is offended. Greg explains, “No! I’m not laughing at that. I’m laughing because I just got dad’s joke about the socks!” Becky declares it a Christmas miracle!

Click HEREto read the 2009 Christmas Call to Greg
Click HERE to read the 2008 Christmas Call to Mikey

Monday, December 20, 2010

A Pre-Phone-Call Phone Call

Owing to the fact that Jenny's family won't be around to take part in the upcoming Christmas phone call to Elder Greggie, I decided to call her kids to find out what they wanted me to ask/tell their missionary uncle. What follows is an actual transcript of that phone call. The names and speech impediments have NOT been changed to protect the innocent. Ruby: Hi Minnd.
Me: Hi Rubistar. How are…
Ruby: (cutting in) We have you-er odiment, Minnd.
Me: (confused) My ornament?
Ruby: Yea, Minnd. You-er odiment. It’s on ouwr twee. (Ruby describes the ornament for 67 seconds using words I can’t spell without the aid of a Ruby-to-English Dictionary).
Me: (67 seconds later) That sounds great, Ruby! Guess what? I am going to talk to Uncle Greggie on Saturday.
Ruby: (to one of her assorted brothers) I’m tawking on da phone.
Me: Ruby? Do you have any questions for Uncle Greggie?
Ruby: (still talking to a brother) I’m tawking to Minnd!
Me: (extra loud to get her attention) Ruby! Can I ask you two questions?
Ruby: Umm. Yeah.
Me: Do you want to know anything about Uncle Greggie or his mission.
Ruby: Gweggie is on hims mission.
Me: Yes, he is so…
Ruby: Da brudders are not at schwool.
Me: That’s right. Your brothers are home for vacation, but about Greggie…
Ruby: (to me) Want to twak one of da brudders? (yelling to her brothers) Who wants to talk to Minnd? (to me) Hwere. You tan tawk to one of da brudders now, tay?
Phone: sounds of Ruby and at least one brother talking in conspiratorial whispers. Then…
Max: Is this Mindy?
Me: Yep.
Max: Hi Mind-o. Which one of the kids do you think you are talking to?
Me: Ummmmm… I think I am talking to Max.
Max: (disappointed) Awe. How’d you know?
Me: Because you are the kid who sounds the most like my family.
Max: (sounding pleased) I’m the only one who got mom’s side.
Me: That’s true. Are you enjoying your Christmas vacation?
Max: Yeah.
Me: What’s the best part so far?
Max: Not having to be in school. If we were in school you wouldn’t be able to talk to us right now, because we would be in school.
Me: Good call. Hey, do you have any questions for Uncle Greggie?
Max: No. I just want you to tell him something.
Me: Okey-dokey. What do you want me to tell him?
Max: I want you to tell Greg that I’m cooler than him. Now you can talk to Jonah
Phone: Sound of cell being tossed at Jonah. Sound of Jonah missing the cell. Sound of Jonah picking up the cell.
Jonah: Who is dis?
Me: This is Mindy.
Jonah: Who?
Me: Mindy, your aunt.
Jonah: Huh?
Me: This is your aunt Mindy. Your favorite aunt. From Burley.
Jonah: Oh. Yeah.
Me: I am going to talk to Uncle Greggie on Saturday. Do you want me to tell him anything?
Jonah: yells what sounds like lines from a Dr. Seuss book mixed with phrases from the Unabomber’s manifesto. Jenny/Mommy takes the phone away.
Jenny/Mommy: He says, “Tell him we have two real live panda’s in our house.”
Me: Really?
Jenny/Mommy: Yep. That's what he said. Want to talk to Bentley?
Me: Why not.
Bentley: Hey Mindy.
Me: Hey there Bent-el-bee. How are you?
Bentley: Good.
Me: Cool. I am going to talk to Greggie on Christmas. Do you have any questions you want him to answer?
Bentley: Ummm let me think.
Me: Take your time.
Bentley: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Oh. Does he think he will have any problems speaking English when he gets back?
Me: That’s a great question. Is there anything you want me to tell him about you?
Bentley: Ummmmmmm…. Tell him that I’ve changed a lot since he left. I’m not a little kid any more.
Me: Alrightly. Bentley is no longer a little kid. I will let him know.
Bentley: Ok.
Me: So, what is different about you now that you are a big kid? What big kid stuff do you do?
Bentley: Mostly hanging out with my friends.
Me: That is big kid stuff. What do you guys do when you hang out?
Bentley: Ummmmmm…sometimes we play video games. Sometimes we sit and talk about what we should do. Sometimes we sit and talk about video games and YouTube videos that we watched.
Me: Sounds like fun.
Bentley: Yeah. The video games are fun. There is this one game, where it’s weird cause you click to kiss your girlfriend when your boss isn’t’ looking.
Me: Nice. Does your mom know about this game?
Bentley: (pause) No.
Me: Cool. Is there anything else you want me to tell Greg?
Bentley: Just one. Tell him, “If you bring souvenirs back, Bentley doesn’t want a book."
Me: Didn’t Spencer bring you a book as a souvenir when he came home from his mission?
Bentley: Yeah, so tell Greg, “Bentley doesn’t want a book.”
Me: Yes sir, consider him told.
Bentley: Huh?
Me: I’ll tell him: No Books.
Bentley: Kay. Here’s mom.

I didn't get to talk to the baby because...
1) Jenny/Mommy couldn't find him.
2) He really only knows a few words anyway, including "Uh" -an affirmative grunt meaning "yes", No -meaning "no", "baby"- meaning he wants to sing along with a Justin Bieber song, and "Mama baaaaaaa" -meaning his mean old mommy is bad because she refuses to let him eat something he found on the floor, took something away from him before he could break it, or is preventing him from climbing something high so he can jump off of it.
...and of course, the third reason I did not get to interview the baby is because he was only one button-push away from microwaving the house phone last week before his baaaa, baaaaa mommy stopped him.

Come to think of it, those might just be the same three reasons why Jenny's family isn't going to be here for Elder Greg's Christmas phone call. Interesting. I love it when a post comes full circle.

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

Christmas Vacation is here!

The kidlets were dismissed from school at 1:45 on Friday, while we teachers "had the opportunity" to attend department team meetings. Since the alternative to the "teaming opportunity" was sprinting through the parking lot in a serpentine pattern to avoid the cross hairs of the district-hired snipers, our English department was able to accomplish quite a bit. As soon as the sharp-shooters left the roof, however, I hit the blissfully snow-free road and drove east to Idaho Falls. I arrived a week early for Christmas, or three weeks late for Thanksgiving, depending on how you look at it.

A good portion of the weekend was spent hanging out with my darling nieces, K-Rae and the Monchichi. We played matching and go fish, watched some cartoons, read some Christmas stories, and planned a swimming trip for this afternoon.

I actually arrived at my parents home at the same time as my Christmas gift from my New York brother. When he asked me what I wanted this year, I told him that I was in need of something from his football team (who beat Miami yesterday!) . I'm sure whatever is in the box he sent is wonderful, but I guess I should have been a little more specific because I'm pretty sure Trent Edwards couldn't fit in a medium flat-rate box.

As long as we are on the topic of gifts, I decided to go the clothing route with my nibets this year. The big boys get T-shirts, the girls get T-shirt dresses, and the soon-to-be-baby Bubba gets a onesie, all with a very Burley theme.The skirts on the dresses were going to be lime green to match the printing, but that was before my mother spotted the cow print. I just couldn't resist.

I think that my assorted niblets will get a kick out of their Burley gear, especially because their nicknames are printed on the back.

But even if they aren't bowled over by the gift of "clothing" for Christmas, I think I still have enough cool aunt cred built up to make it through the holiday with the majority of their love intact.

And if not, there are super hero and Disney princess games in the trunk of my car.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

For President Jones...

... although I am pretty sure Bonnie will do the actual baking.

Stake Presidential Buried Cherry Cookies



Preheat oven to 350

10 oz. jar maraschino cherries
½ cup butter or margarine, softened
1 cup sugar
¼ tsp baking powder
¼ tsp baking soda
¼ tsp. salt
1 egg
1 ½ tsp vanilla
½ cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1 ½ cups all-purpose flour
6-oz package (1 cup) semi-sweet chocolate chips
½ cup sweetened condensed milk

First, drain cherries, save the juice in jar to use in the fudge topping.



Next, mix butter for 30 seconds, or until light and fluffy. Then add the sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Beat until combined.



Add egg and vanilla. Mix.



Add cocoa powder and flour (mix as much flour in as you can using an electric mixer. You might need to stir the rest in by hand).



Shape the dough into 1 inch balls and place them two inches apart on an ungreased cookie sheet. Make a thumb print in each cookie. Place a cherry in each thumb print.



In a sauce pan, combine chocolate chips and sweet and condensed milk. Melt over low to medium heat. Stir in 4 teaspoons of reserved cherry juice.



Spoon 1 tsp. fudge mixture over the cherry in each cookie.



Bake the cookies at 350 for 8-10 minutes, or just until the edges are set and firm. Cool on the pan for 1 minute, the move to wire racks.



Last, put them on a plate and give them to President Jones.



OPTIONAL STEP TO MAKE THEM LOOK PRETTY: Mix some powdered sugar with a little bit of the extra cherry juice to make a pretty pink glaze. Drizzle the glaze over the cooled cookies.


But even with the pretty pink glaze, they still won't be as impressive as President Joneses dessert speciality. Hot dog Jello is hard to beat.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Elder Homely: The Making of a Missionary, Pt. 2

I spent the morning swimming in the motel pool before getting dressed to go to the MTC. Then came the second clue that I had no idea what I was doing: When I walked into the MTC I was wearing a white T-shirt, Levis’s and tennis shoes. Since no one from my family had ever gone on a mission, I didn’t have a clue you were supposed dress up. Of course, when I walked in dressed like that, the room went silent as everyone froze and stared. On the upside, I was able to walk right up and get my room assignment without waiting.


They had a sign saying all new missionaries had to memorize Doctrine and Covenants Section 4 before 6:00 that evening. I had a system for memorizing, so I put my suitcases in my room and went down to a nearby store where I bought a liter of Pepsi and some donuts. Then I sat on the front steps of the MTC and started memorizing.


Because of the short notice (interviewed Sunday, called on Thursday, in the MTC on Tuesday), I wasn’t able to go through the Temple before I left for Salt Lake. I was the only Elder in the MTC wearing “Jockey Shorts” and didn’t have a clue what this week was all about.


To me the first couple of days seemed like I was sitting through 12 hour “high council” sacrament meetings and I wasn’t ready for that. I was supposed to be at the Beach, not sitting with all these strait arrows in a never ending sacrament meeting.

There were a few other problems, like when I came down the stairs singing my own version of “Give me some men who are stout hearted men.” My version had the same tune but the words that referred to girls in bikinis. I never got a chance to finish singing it though, because I felt a hand on my shoulder. When I turned I saw our MTC Mission President. A very nice and patient man, he pulled me into the nearest empty room and explained to me that he wasn’t going to send me home because that would make me too happy.


Way back then you weren’t set apart by the Stake President before you left home. Instead, you were set apart by a General Authority on Thursday morning. I was assigned with 4 other Elders and their families to go into Elder Ezra Taft Benson’s office. I didn’t have any family there so Mike Bivins went with me. Now I didn’t have a clue who Elder Benson was, and didn’t understand that he was an Apostle, but I was on my best behavior anyway. I sat as he called up each Elder, asked them their name, and proceeded to set them apart.

I was the last missionary that Elder Benson called up. I sat on the chair, and Elder Benson asked my name. I told him and he put his hands on my head and ……………….said……………..nothing………………………


He didn’t say anything for a very long time. Then he took his hands off my head, walked around the chair, and just stood in front of me looking into my eyes. He said absolutely nothing for the longest time. Meanwhile, while my whole life passed in front of my eyes. After a few moments he walked around me put his hands back on my head and proceeded not just to set me apart, but to tell me everything about my life, my family, everything.

He said that I had an attitude that, while I was going to go on a mission, I wasn’t going to change and come home like those “holier than thou” returned missionaries from my Stake. He blessed me that my attitude would change and I would be an instrument for much good. He said that my mission would be one of much success and the Lord would reap many great things from my labors. I was amazed, how could he know about all that stuff about my family and my attitudes. My testimony was starting to grow.


I stayed out of trouble the next couple of days… except for being late to the big fireside in the auditorium. When I sat down, the Elders on either side of me said they had called my name to give the opening prayer. I laughed and told them that I wasn’t going to fall for that trick. But, when no one got up to pray, I looked up and saw President Richards looking at me before signaling to an Elder on the front row to say the prayer. But other than that, and falling through an open man hole in my only suit, I my MTC week was a success.


Monday morning we boarded the train that would take us to Chicago where we would catch a plane to Orlando, Florida. About this time reality was starting to set in. By evening, I was sitting in the observation car with Elder Palmer trying to think of what disease we could contract that wouldn’t be too painful, but still allow us to be sent home with a medical release. We didn’t come up with anything, so we decided to stick it out.

I was blessed with a wonderful Mission President, President Glen L. Rudd, who was very patient with me as I learned the things I should have known well before entering the MTC and Mission field.


The last weekend of my mission I was asked by President Rudd to conduct a tri-zone conference for half of the mission. As I was closing the last session and announcing the closing song and prayer, I once again felt a hand on my shoulder. This time it was President Rudd. He asked if he could say something quickly and, being the great guy I am, I let him. He simply said, “You all know that Elder Haws is going home this week, but I don’t want you to worry about him adjusting when he gets home……because he never adjusted while he was here.”


Thanks for Guest-Posting, Dad! You Rock!

As we get closer to Elder Greggie's Christmas Phone Call Post, we shall continue with the missionary themed posts.

Coming Soon: Transcripts of phone interviews with Jenny's kids regarding their questions for their missionary uncle. We anticipate that the conversations will go something like this...

Me: Hey there, Jonah! Do you have any questions regarding your Uncle Greg who is currently serving a mission in Portugal?

Jonah: Gweggie is on a mission? I thwat he was in pwrission...

or perhaps...

Jonah: Who the #$&! is Uncle Gweggie?

Either way, it should be good, so stay tuned!

Monday, December 6, 2010

In Anticipation of...

... Elder Greggie's upcoming Christmas phone call (and the subsequent Christmas phone call post) , I have decided to do a few mission-themed entries. This first offering is a guest post written by the very first person in our family to serve a mission: My Dad, Homely. It was June in Southern California. Beautiful Downtown Burbank, to be exact. I was going to be 19 in a week, and I was looking forward to a summer of going to the beach and partying.

All my buddies were serving their missions, except for Mike Bivins who was leaving in a week. I wasn’t going to be able to go because of a Vietnam-era rule that said only two missionaries could go from each ward per year. Our ward had two missionaries leaving the next week, so it wasn’t looking good for me. To be honest, I wasn’t too broken hearted about it because the beach was looking good and life in general was good.

Saturday night I had a date with Jennifer Barlow. Early Sunday morning, as I was leaving to go home, she asked me why I wasn’t going on a mission. She was a recent convert to the Church and didn’t know about the restrictions put on the wards, but she asked me, “If the Bishop asked, you would you go?” I said, “Sure”.


Little did I know that, after I drove away, she called and woke up our Bishop and told him I was ready to go on my mission.


Bishop Rickard was a very patient man. We would “borrow“ empty beer kegs from the local beer distributors and put them on his roof late at night. We thought we were really embarrassing him. Later I found out he would simply take them down and return them to the distributor and get a $10 return fee.


When I got to priesthood meeting that morning, Bishop Rickard asked me to come to his office. There he asked me if I was ready to go on my mission. I asked about the two missionary limit, and he said he might be able to find a slot not used by another ward. I said I would be glad to go but couldn’t possibly leave until October because of finances (and the beach). He said that would be fine.


After my interview I should have guessed something was up when he said, “Why don’t you go right over to the Stake Presidents office and get that interview out of the way?” So I went over and completed the stake interview without thinking much about it. I wasn’t even worried when the Stake President said that one of the high councilmen was a doctor and he could give me a physical right away. Back then the physicals weren’t as involved as they are now and it took just a minute and I was done.


I didn’t think anymore about the events of the day before because it was just the first week of June and I wasn’t going anywhere until October.

Wednesday at the Beach I was teasing Mike Bivins, reminding him that, the next Monday, he would be in the MTC in Salt Lake and I would be laying on the beach in southern California. I was feeling pretty good.


I went to bed that night not knowing that my world was about to get turned upside down.


The next morning at 7:00 a.m. I answered the doorbell. There stood the mailman. He asked if I was Garth Larry Haws because he had a “Special delivery” letter for me. I opened it and read that I had been called to the serve in the Florida Mission. My first thought was, “Great! It should be nice in Florida in October.”

But then I kept reading… right up to the part that said I would report to the MTC on Monday (the same day as Mike). Panic! Sick! Scared!


I hadn’t even told my Dad (who was very inactive) I had been interviewed because I wasn’t going anywhere until October. It was a long day waiting for my father to get home to break the news that I needed $125 on Sunday and $125 a month for the next two years. To my surprise he took it well, except for trying to talk me into joining the Air Force instead. But he agreed, and we went downtown on Saturday to get my mission clothes. We only were able to get one suit: a dark green Penney’s machine wash and wear special.


After my farewell on Sunday night (exactly one week after the day of my interviews), Mike and I flew to Salt Lake City and checked into Covey’s motel for the night. We planned to walk to the MTC in time for the 1:00 check-in the next day.

They first clue that I didn’t have a clue about what I was doing was that I had packed a swimming suit to take on a mission….

To be continued...

Monday, November 29, 2010

Becuase Not Doing it Would be Hypocritical

Yesterday I gave a talk in Sacrament meeting about living in Thanksgiving daily. One of my favorite parts was...

Nephi is a great example of focusing on the positive and recognizing blessings. I’m sure he had a lot on his mind when he sat down to start writing out his account of his family’s journey to the promised land. He must have remembered the threats on his father’s life that led to leaving behind all of their friends and wealth to become professional campers. In the desert. And then there were all of the times his brothers beat him with sticks, before their families eventually split off from his and became their sworn enemies. Nephi had even seen, in a vision, his umpteenth great grandkids total commitment to wickedness and his people’s complete destruction.

But despite all of that, he didn't start out his record with, “I Nephi, having left behind all my stuff and having been beaten senseless by my brothers on a regular basis, and having seen the eventual extinction of my people, make a record of my proceedings in my days.” Nope. Cause that's not how Nephi rolled. Instead, the first verse of the Book of Mormon reads like a rough draft for a 5th verse to "Count Your Many Blessings".

A large portion of that talk had to do with recognizing the countless blessings we are given by our loving Heavenly Father each and every day, including those things that we might consider to be trials or afflictions.

So, in the spirit of that talk (and because I am soooooo thankful to be done with that talk), I am going to spend the next few minutes being thankful for the storms that have hit my valley over the last nine days.

I am thankful for last week's blizzard because it resulted in two snow days that allowed me to get caught up on sleep and blog reading.

I am grateful for the resulting bad roads that resulted in spending my first Thanksgiving in Burley after living here for over six years.

I am indebted to the foul weather and ice-covered roads for the wonderful Thanksgiving afternoon I spent with Krystal and her family. We ate so much good food we spent the rest of the evening feeling quite blurry.

I feel obliged to the winter weather warnings for providing me with my first Black Friday shopping experience.

I am beholden to the sheets of ice coating all of the streets in our town because they have helped me to better live the commandment to "pray always".
I want to express my appreciation for the time being snowed in afforded me to do my yearly re-reading of the entire Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder. The Long Winter hit a bit too close to home, but Laura and Almanzo's courtship in These Happy Golden Years makes me day-dream about having a good old fashioned romance.

"Muchas gracias" to the ten+ inches of snow that required shoveling. It helped make up for the early morning exercising that didn't happen last week.

And a great big "danke!" to Sunday's 40 mile an hour winds that blew most of that snow into the next county.
"Domo arrigato" to the Sunday storm that inspired Elizabeth, Ratha, Chloe, and their new puppy to return from Utah a day early.
Who could not be grateful for this fuzzy face? (The puppy's, that is. Elizabeth does NOT have a fuzzy face. Although, I'm sure Ratha would still be grateful for Elizabeth's face even if it was fuzzy. I will keep you updated on any Elizabeth-face-fuzz related news as it develops...)

I felt extremely thankful when my school district decided to cancel Monday's classes the night before, instead of waiting until 5:30 the next morning like they usually do.
And I am even thankful for the snow itself. The storms that rolled though may have derailed my vacation plans, but the moisture they dropped on our valley and the surrounding mountains will be a big help to the farmers next year. And farmers have a lot in common with cowboys.
So let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Until at least four days before Christmas break starts.
Then I look forward to being thankful for clear, dry roads, time spent with family, and cowboys. And maybe farmers. But definitely for Wranglers.