So I haven't written in a long while.... so I'm a gonna start again. I found a friends blog and stalked it like a creepy person and then I came to the conclusion... I like blogs. Soooo here I go again.
Shout out to the 36 page views in URUGUAY today. That was pretty cool. Oh and one person in Russia who read my blog. You're cool too. And will probably never see this. Oh well. haha.
Sundays are my faaavvvvv... now what to write about. Let's start with all the tender mercies from God. Soooo 2 weeks ago (i know that's a while ago but be patient it's a good story) I was stressed-ish and everyone knows the perfect way to destress is to play spikeball. Actually a lot of people don't know that BUT they SHOULD because spikeball has been like life for me this summer. So I got some friends and went to play spikeball.
(Because this is basically us... minus the beach... and the sand... and the almost coordinating shirts and the stick looking thing sticking out of the guy in green's back that looks like the end of a tennis racket which come to think of it is probably just his belt... So basically us as I said.)
Aaaannnd as I was backing into my parking spot (my dad has already told me 90% of accidents are from backing, k i know and ill be better) i didn't see the car behind me due to them parking way closer to the curb than me and me only looking out of one mirror (k again I KNOW that's dumb but everyone is dumb sometimes ya hypocrites don't judge me ;) and i totally bumped into the car behind me and about started to cry.
WELL tender mercy number uno: I get out of my car and for some bizarre reason my car is fine, their car doesn't look like it's been touched and I said about 8943879423087423 prayers of thanks.
Don't worry I left a note still on the window shield, then played spikeball. An hour or so later I see one of my friends running by and he yells a hello and we say hello back. Then we finish playing spikeball. As we're heading out I see that the car behind me that I hit left and I don't have a return note on my car so I'm feeling home free! I started to laugh because I was like wouldn't that be funny if it was my friend that just ran by's car? hahahahahahah
Well it was.
so TENDER MERCY number 2! If you're going to hit someones car, try to hit your friends, they tend to me more forgiving. Except don't hit your sarcastic friend's car like I did or they'll start to tell you their light wasn't working right and is crooked now and as you start to total costs in your head they'll tell you they were joking and you'll threaten them within an inch of their life. yup.
But the moral of this story came from Church today,
Elder Bednar shared this at his second time speaking in general conference: