Before I forget: Elder Earl, an elder from Canada that came in my January group, told me that his parents discovered the blog you guys made about me. Apparently it's the first thing that comes up when you google my mission.
It took so long (to have a driving test) because Elder Brandon is a busy man. Also the APs (assistant to president) are supposed to arrange that and they kept forgetting.
Sorry I keep forgetting to bring more pictures. Especially since there's new hideous baby pigeons.
Elder Hurd is my companion and no he is not in my zone. (Elder Davis, one of the AP's, was in my zone before he became an AP. He doesn't live with me but we're pretty close so you might have confused him with my companion.) Elder Hurd is my District Leader as well. He's from Missouri (which is why I can barely understand him) but was living in Salt Lake City for about a year before starting this mission with his grandma.
(NOTE: I think Eric means that Elder Hurd lived with his grandmother for a year before starting the mission and not that he started the mission with his grandma.)
He worked THREE jobs before his mission so he could save up the money. He's a really nice and hardworking guy and I like him. He's always really concerned about my health to and I recently found out why. When he came on this mission about a year ago his trainer died in his sleep and he was the one that found him. Apparently his companion had type 1 diabetes and wasn't really taking good care of if, slipped into a coma due to low blood sugar during the night, and was dead by the morning. So yeah he's really pretty cool that he was able to experience something as traumatic as that and still be on his mission (and he talks about the experience pretty casually so I don't think it really bothers him.)
Elder Farrel is my other roommate, he's from Idaho. He's been out here for over a year too and he's a pretty fun guy to talk with because he knows a lot about this mission and what goes on around Temple Square and such.
And my other other roommate is Elder Stringham. He's from a town near Weber, I keep forgetting what it's called. He's a mumbler and he tends to slur his words so he's kind of hard to understand as well. I feel bad that that's all I have to say about him but he kind of keeps to himself so I don't know.
I still don't know what's the deal for Mother's day. They keep telling us they'll announce it soonish. No we don't use Skype. Apparently we're just going to get a cell phone at a scheduled time that works for everyone and I'm going to talk to you for 45 minutes. (Yes apparently we only get 45 minutes. Lame.)
I'm trying to think of things to talk about but there isn't much. All my days and weeks are starting to blur together and I can't believe i'ts May already. Grandpa told me in an e-mail that I probably forgot since I'm so busy but of course I remember that your birthday is on Wednesday. I bought a Mother's Day gift too but I'm not sure if it will arrive in time so sorry if it doesn't.
Peter Howard McBride does not have a patriarchal blessing as far as I can tell, neither does Janetta. I'm trying so hard to trace their line but the records just don't seem to exist past the 1800s for that family. I'll keep trying though.
Things are getting busier at the library and I'm helping more and more people. What amazes me is I have not dealt with one difficult person yet, they're all really nice.
I'll end it here, sorry I couldn't think of more stuff.
Elder, Larson
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