(I’m posting this in parts twofold, that way maybe Pinkie will stop whining about length and actually read my posts. Through some trickery of my own, I published the second part before the first, thus one can read them one after another.) The beginning of the week always throws me off. It’s Tuesday, and that means it’s the Monday of my workweek, at least as far as this week goes. I really didn’t want to get up this morning, but I did. And now I have a lot of free time to write.
Conference weekend was lovely as always, my favorite time of the year. I am officially moved back into my parents’ house, but it will take a while for my room to become habitable. I’m rather distressed at misplacing an anatomy cd rom as well. Surprisingly, we get our full deposit back, despite both Frogkisser and I burning the carpet, and my sister splitting the door. The first session I was up at my sister’s house, eating all the food she and Frogkisser prepared for us. What a surprise it was to find William randomly show up at the door without actually having received directions. He claims he followed tracks, which he must have up the huge winding dirt road. It was much harder for Aaron and Clark to find their way; I’m not sure about Dave and Josh. We flew kites at one point in between or after sessions. Josh managed to break the string on my turtle in a plane kite, which flew into the llama grazing area, but was retrieved. It was a nice day, but I must say I enjoyed Sunday more often. Much of that was not having to wake up and go anywhere, which is such a nice part of conference. I stayed at my own home, we turned on conference in all the rooms so we could hear it no matter where I went, and it was lovely. I also really enjoyed the actual talks. It’s amazing how they seem to be talking right to you. President Hinkley’s was incredible, and I also enjoyed Elder Holland’s and Elder Nelson’s. I did hit the second session at my sister’s house, and we watched Wallace and Grombit before the session started, so that was nice. There were also crepes made this time, which is how Conference Sunday should be. After it was all over we got to play with the llamas because the owner took them on a walk, then tied them up in the front yard. I touched the nose of one, then they avoided us like the plague, that is till we were holding a bucket of oats, then we were suddenly their best friends.
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I loved conference too. It was so weird though, we had conference at 1 pm and 5 pm. It was totally odd! I liked it, because we didn't have to wake up early, but conference at 7 pm?! That was odd. I can't remember my favorite ones, (I never do until the conference report comes out in the Ensign. They all seem to run together after two days of being spiritually filled.) but I liked the one with the story with Babylon in it. Your conference kites sound fun. We just had a potluck. Which actually isn't as non-exciting as you think when it is in the Virgin Islands. Let's just say goats were involved. Which is kind of funny that llamas were involved with you! Ironic really. I believe Wallace is my cartoon other half. I like cheese.
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