"We're all paying heavy costs, so leave your speeches with your soapbox."

Hey, all. (That means you too, jerk. Who do you think you are thinking you're so special that you can glance at this and not read it? Foolio.)

This last week was good and busy. Taking over the other Elder's side of the ward means twice the work. I have so much to do that I don't know where to start. That's not a bad thing. Haha. I've never really had that in my mission. People just get rolled over in the schedule. 
Anyway, the twins dropped us this week. The essential basis for them dropping us is that they don't believe that Joseph Smith is a prophet and don't think that they can continue to investigate if they don't have that witness. It's pretty dumb. They're just not ready yet, they will be, but not today. We met with Thu Ha and she's on date for the 17th, It's been waayyyyy too long. She's been investigating since like October On Saturday day we did a service project for the city of Lake Elsinore. It was at this old run down Naval Academy. We cleaned a strip of highway right outside the academy. I was wearing a shirt, then my hoodie, then a green t-shirt that they gave us, then a florescent green safety vest on top of all that. You know, I always promised myself that I would never be that guy who wore a t-shirt over a hoodie, but lo and behold: there I was being that very thing that I swore I'd never be. But this time, I was wielding an industrial strength weed whacker, so they world was at my command at that point. Dummies. Shoulda known better. They'll learn next time. Which reminds me: THEY GAVE ME AN INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH WEED WHACKER! I broke it on a tree/weed thingy, though. A weed that was so advanced that it had a trunk. I was thinking, "Ya know what Elder Greenburg?" And responded out loud, "What, Elder Greenburg?" Only to think, "We could probably cut that weed down with this weed whacker. It's a weed and it needs to be whacked Godfather style. This is literally the tool that has been invented for this job." As it turns out, it could not be hewn down by mans gaudy inventions. But lets not focus on the things that I do incorrectly, those are besides the point. It was great. We found a bunny that was straight roadkill. It's head fell off. Someone said that we should try to reclaim its foot (from what? the grave? that's what resurrection is for, dummy!) for luck, until I pointed out that if it was dumb enough to get hit by a car, it probably wasn't that lucky to start with. And well, you know, rabies. It was sickkkkk (in both senses. English is an odd language). There was all this graffiti on the back of the academy that they were putting on. It was being put on by a professional graffiti collective. They were tight. #Letterheads 

Anyway, 
Peace.
Cody

"We all missed something big when we thought, 'Home is where the heart is.' Anatomy suggests to me it's something that I'm stuck with, thankfully. The door's still open but we've moved on. It doesn't need an address just to be considered a home."