Adam's cancer is still kickin huh? Dang. I love that guy. It always happens to the good ones. I'm praying. And a Missionary's prayer is loud to the ears of God. Remember that.) This has been kind of an interesting week. Starting really with Wednesday. There is a family that we love being with, (They need us around. It's kind of like a spiritual boost when we are there) we were over at there house sharing a spiritual message and He took us home. Like 20 minutes later, He texted us and says that he found his dogs smashed in the road. (He has had this Chihuahua for like 9 years.) So he came back and got us, and we went over and scraped his dog off the road for him. And then buried it. Crazy. The next day we went and helped the mission doctor move from his kind of nice house into a ridiculously huge one. The front porch was as big as our Apartment. He had music playing in the house and by the time you took a box in and went and got another one, it was a different song. I walked in the house and wondered why they needed a lobby. With decorative tile and all. The master bedroom was as big as my room, trevor's and sarah's combined. At first it didn't look that big because we were just in the living room  outside the bedroom. Holy cow. He is this little Jordanian guy who would be a member except he won't give up coffee. He kept giving us advice about life and stuff. He told us that if we are working with an investigator and they have tattoos they want to get rid of, he will do it for free. There were 16 missionaries there that helped and it still took 7 hours to move his stuff.  Then last night we went to dinner at the Martinez house. We were talking, and I mentioned I'm from Mapleton. Bro. Martinez slaps the table and goes, "No Way! We lived in Springville." I asked where. He said over by Reams. "Oh cool, my great grandma lived over there." He says, we lived over by that church across from Reams." I was like, "Yeah, my grandma lived over there." "What's your grandma's name?" "Merlene Beardall." "SHUT UP! We lived right across the street! I love your grandma!" Crazy huh? He lived in that white house with the red door. With the tree out front. He said that one time he was out trimming his trees when Grandpa came over and said. "Hey, Come trim my trees." I laughed. "That's Grandpa!" Sis Martinez said that Grandma made them a pie when he did prune the trees. I told him thanks because if he didn't, I had to do it. I was like, "I must have Trick-or-treated at your house! I must have met you guys!" Now of all places, they are in Rancho Cucamonga. They lived in Springville about 7 years ago. They were really sad to hear that Grandma and Grandpa had both passed away. Small world.
                 My Weightloss is going well. I've lost 10 lbs in a week. Got back on the eating every two hours thing. Works wonders. Biking at least 3 miles a day helps too. My gut is already smaller. Trevor, trevor, trevor. *Shakes head and sighs* Donuts are for church parking lots boy. That's why they made them. Everyone parks on the street for church anyway. The church by chucks house is the best. (Of course I shared my Christmas with my companion! He ate most of Aunt Marveen's present! I'll only be with him until February 1st though, so if I could give him those before then, that would be awesome!) Did you get my package? Pictures? I hope so. I never really know. Elder Allred wrote me. He is doing just fine in the Peru MTC. He will be out on his mission soon. Says he wants to know how Chuck is coming along with his mission progress. I wish I knew as well. CHUCK! Dang it! get on a mission. You will only find everlasting happiness!
     Love you all! Peace!