Mon'ia got baptized!

Mon'ia got baptized! Finally after months of waiting for her adoption to be finalized! It was crazy. We almost flooded the church because we were told that it takes 2 hours for the font to fill, but it does not. But it worked out because Mon'ia had a really hard time holding her breath and going under, so the Lord knew that the water had to be higher. Then we were cooking chicken at home since we didn't have a dinner. It was overall a really good day. A baby threw up during the baptismal service. Whatevs. That's my life. I was stressing super hard, and then I thought, "As long as Bill says the words correctly, his hands are correct, and she goes under all the way, I don't care whatelse happens. That's all I ask tonight." And all that happened, so I don't care. It's been a fun time here in Wildomar, but I'm ready to bounce to my next (and possibly final) area. 
Stay cool. 

 Mon'ia got baptized! 

 This baby was all over the place on Saturday. It's only fun until a baby pukes, then it's hilarious!

This is what we do and we don't care if you like it.

We had Elder Neilson from the Seventy come and train and address us. He's a really cool guy. We all thought he was there to survey our mission for iPads, but nope. He told us that he has no idea when we're getting iPads, but that the Twelve will meet in August to discuss which missions would be next. I'll be at 18 months by that point, so I'm just whatever about the whole thing. I went a year and a half without it, the Lord is obviously thinking that we're doing fine or that we're not there yet, either way, I'm down. I'm just tired of hearing other missionaries rant on and on about how they heard a rumor from the office or from a friend of a friend about how we're about to get approved. Missionaries are such gossips. That's probably been one of the hardest things for me to get used to or over, other missionaries. They are totally called by the Lord and do amazing things, but they are some straight up dumb individuals sometimes. So, this really is inspired work, because I firmly believe that no other organization that rest so fully on the backs of 18-26 year olds would be as successful as the missionary effort of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Our church baptized about 300,000 people a year. It took from 1830-1930 to baptize the first 300,000. That's one hundred years. So this is inspired work. Anywho, we're baptizing Mon'ia this Saturday and then we're going to baptize a lady named Kim later this month. She almost got baptized a couple of months ago but she wouldn't stop drinking, but now she's been sober for 6 weeks. We've just got to get her to church and re-interviewed. 
Peace, 
Sweet blasphemy, myself, and I. 
"I'm not wrong to wish you were stronger. I'm glad that you're gone but I think that I'm the goner."

Dejunking! I hope he does something with it, I don't want it to come home with him!

Pictures!

This one is for Jared. THAT'S a friggin Tonka truck

 "OOOOOOOOO!!!! I am going nuts right now!!! Bringing it back to childhood....who am I kidding, somtimes i'll slip into the nursery on P-day and play with the Tonka Toys on occasion " Elder Jared Greenburg's response to the Tonka Truck!

Waldron and I 

Sometimes I skate empty, graffiti'd abandoned pools. 

(It's Been a long time since I have seen him on a skateboard.  Look

at his mad skills!

Me and Elder McConkie. The MuConkaDonk. He goes home in a week. I'm going to miss that lurpy fool. 

Tell Grandma Shirley that her and I have the same shoes. #ImmaTakeYourGrandpasStyle

"You're a tiny furnace, and I'm the coal you're burning."

This week was kind of a weird one. We got transfer calls on Saturday night. Since Waldron and I have been in the area for the same amount of times, it could have gone either way, with him leaving or me. But we're staying together for another six weeks. Which leaves kind of a sticky situation. They could leave one of us for a 5 transfer, totaling 7 1/2 months in one area (been there with Woodcrest) or doubling us out. What ever works out, I guess. I like Wildomar, it's a great ward and I've made tons of friends. I've been finding myself wanting solidarity more and more. I've found that on a mission you go through phases. You start off loving it because it's interesting, you've never done anything like it and you're constantly in a new environment. And then it starts to get old. You get tired of living out of a suitcase. You start disliking the things that were interesting, like meeting new people, because at that point it's just another thing that you have to remember. You kind of become disillusioned. You think, "this is not what I thought it'd be" and how could it? It's such a vastly vague work that it boils down to "go out and work, here's some tips, but in the end, it's all you, man." Then you come to accept it. And that's the surprising/scary part. It's surprising because you think, "hey, I can do this. It's fine now. Not perfect, but manageable." And the scary side of that is that that same principal can be applied to a dead end job, or a relationship that you hate. You think, "Eh. This isn't ideal, but I can do it, and it kind of pays the bills. I'll hang in there. Maybe it'll get better." But it doesn't get better, just bitter. I guess one of the things that my mission has taught me, is be accepting of your circumstances, but not final of them. 
Doesn't that make sense? Or am I jaded?

"I know we're hard pressed to find some common ground, but I won't let this world wipe me out."

Oh, I guess they made me a District Leader. Whatevs.