Birthday boy

howdy everyone. sorry i hurt your feelings mom, i wasnt trying to be mean, so dont take everything so personally please. not much has changed since i talked to all of you last, we havent had much going on. we are finally teaching a few lessons while tracting, which is a nice change of pace from the last couple of months, but we havent had a 2nd with any of them yet, that comes this week. mum, dont worry about keeping my room unchanged, because i dont care what it looks like when i get home, nor will i be heading off to good ol uvu, sorry. its the van down by the river or bust for me, after i spend my one year as a bum in NYC, (just to try it out) but before i get my job at the video store. gina, how old are you turning 29? man, thats pretty close to 30. if i were you, thats the one i would be dreading, not 29. 30 is so old... im only 20, so i dont have to worry about getting old :) my goal is to go the whole transfer without anyone finding out its my birthday, and i have succeeded so far. i wonder what will happen when i am suddenly not a teenager. will i wake up jan 1 and feel really mature, slightly sore in the joints, full of wisdom, all of that? im thinking 2 out of 3, i probably wont feel very mature. i finally convinced my companion to go running with me in the mornings, which i dont know why i tried so hard, i hate running. today was our first time, and we ran for 28 minutes. im not in horrendous shape, because of being on bike, but im still way out of the "good ol days" shape. my gut gets in the way and weighs me down. i weighed myself 2 days ago and you will never guess how much weight i have lost in the last 3 months. 0 pounds. can you believe it? i was so excited that i could hardly stand it. but really, i have gotten a lot skinnier, but i have more muscle because i have been lifting my weights for more than a month now, however, im still a little pudgy. slowly but surely, now in addition to a morning jog, ill be back to modeling for mens health. thats about as exciting as the times are right now. someone not quite as wise as me once said "i know, not every day is an eventful uplifting spiritual experience...even as a missionary. been there, done that." how true. hmmm. this sunday, the speakers in sacrament meeting finished around 11.45, so we still had a few minutes to go. the bishop leaned over to one of his counselors and whispered to him for a second, then he got up and stood at the pulpit. he looked straight into my soul, piercing it to the core and said, much to my confusion "elder anderson, would you please come bear your testimony?" well, i was glad to do so, because even tho i have worked with this ward for 4 months, they dont really ever get a chance to hear my testimony. it was a good way to let them know that the good looking yet enigmatic elder laboring in their neck of the woods was more than just a pretty face. good times, good times. well, i cant think of anything more to write... except ask grandpa if he has any cute girls ready to write me yet. ok, toodles