77 Zealous Inches

We all have excellent reasons not to blog and yet some of you troopers are soldiering on through the obstacles and still putting quality stuffage up there – I salute you! You’re better men than I. I would call you XB’s (Xtreme Bloggers), but I dunno if that’s kosher so just keep that between you and me, yes?

I was thinking to have a blog swap, it could totally be fun! Like, four to six bloggers swap blogging styles and we have a contest to see who does the best job. I shotgun THB – boy would that be fun! Yeah, I know, who has time for such a thing? Still, a happy thought.

We’ve had an interesting kind of a day – power went out for a bit – the experience, I realize, is an integral part of Family culture and folklore, but when phones are your bread and computers are your butter, well, it makes for an interesting kind of a day. We all powered (pun intended) through it like the troopers we are and I have a renewed appreciation for Extreme Praise – that stuff is the shizzle – for rizzle!

So about the post below this one. Well, here’s how it all went down. Steffers (big sis, who’s birthday it happened to be that day) and I frolic off to do business for the day ***Sidenote*** You don’t know how grown up it makes me feel to say “out to do business”, this time last year I was buying used fridges and feeling grown up. Good thing I didn’t rest on my laurels and stop there, now I’m doing business trips. Whodda thunk? ***End sidenote***

So we have a fun day of business which mostly involved getting to every place we had to go only to find out it was closed/they weren’t there/we had no key! The one thing that was nigh impossible to screw up was picking up our latest victim/new Home member from the train station, and we did that with such finesse, you should have seen us, you would have been proud! What we did with somewhat less finesse was get Home.

We got on the road that we thought led to Home – and yet, and yet, and yet…..as you’ll see from the diagram below – it instead lead us to an entirely different city (here’s where the “woman driver” snorts and chortles start to surface). Once we got there it was about one in the morning and we seriously considered taking it a sign of the Lord’s will and starting a work there instead of going Home. Just in case we find ourselves in the same situation again, what kind of missionary work can you start with two Americans, one Italian, 42 chairs, 8 tables and a truck from the 1970’s?

All in all, the day cumulated with eleven hours behind the wheel of the tan truck, lots of quality bonding time, singing along to “Break Out” songs (you haven’t lived until you’ve belted out Ye adultererrrrrrssss, and adulteressesssss while driving on the freeway)….all that AND I got to experience running out of gas for the first time ever. It’s true what they tell you in the California Drivers Handbook, the wheel gets real hard to turn when you run out of gas and the engine turns off, just in case anyone wondered about that. At least I faced all three of my fears at once of;

1.) Getting lost
2.) in Mexico
3.) at night

and ya know, it ain’t that bad. The only el problemo was that our dear Home members were up till we got Home at 2:00, and for that I felt exceedingly bad.

Alrighty, I’ve blogged and now I’m tired! Amy’s here next to me and she’s more fun than blogging so I’m gonna hang with her now, be jealous! Go on.

A. Starting point.
B. Destination.
C. How we got there.

I’m not proud of it, but that’s how we got home last night. I may expound when I’m a little more emotionally detached from the whole experience.