Hello Hello!
Life's good in the hood!
The good times just keep rollin.
We went down and spent P day with Elder Dehlin and his trainee. It was a party. Lots of fun being in Palos Verdes and doing some of the stuff that I did while I was down there. We went to the Korean Bell and checked out the still killer view. I've been telling Elder Windous about all the fun stuff I've done around the mission and now we have a list of things he wants to do before he leaves. So we've been hitting some of my favorite spots.
Another memorable moment from p day was when I decided to try an almond smoothie. Pretty unique right? Not the most common flavor for a smoothie. Probably not the most common for a reason. Either nuts don't make for the greatest smoothies or someone mixed up the almond milk with the cleaning chemicals because woo wee it tasted funky.
This week we got to go to the temple and do some yard work for service. While we were there we took a break and started walking back to the car to go put on some sunscreen. Elder Windous was walking in front of me when all of the sudden he started doing the limbo mixed with some seriously good disco moves like someone just started blaring the bee gees. Well it was one sort of BEE gee thats for sure. One of those in ground sprinkler box things was open and had a HUGE bee hive attached to the lid. There were about a billion bees swarming the thing and they decided to give Elder Windous a good scare. After he recovered from his disco induced cardiac arrest and record setting 100m dash he looked back and got a crazy look in his eye. Now it's at this moment that I would like to pause and reflect on the story of Lot's wife. What do we learn from this story about looking back? Hmm? BINGO! Don't do it! Elder Windous forgot this inspired scripture story and saw the most tempting smörgåsbord of gooey goodness a man could possibly lay eyes on. That beehive was no hornets nest. It was one big old heaping pile of mouth watering honeycomb with freshly regurgitated gelatinous bliss filling its inner hexagonal cavities. His eyes got all big and with a hypnotic tone to his voice he said, "I've never had honeycomb before. I have to have some of that honeycomb." With that declaration of depredation and just enough time for me to whip out the handy dandy Cam Corder de la telefeno cellular, he made a mad dash for for the insect encrusted comb. I say mad dash because that is the only possible reasoning for one to decide this daring decision was a good one. He'd gone mad. As he approached the heavily guarded precious prize time seemed to slow to crawl. He brought his shirt collar over his nose to provide plenty of protection against a billion bees. He swooped around and attacked from the right flank. As the comb came within arms reach he thrust out his winnie the poo paws and latched hold on the object of his desires. It was at this moment that he knew he messed up. The ubrupt cascade of angry anthropods pouring from the sprinkler box quickly brought him out of his mad hypnotic haze and snapped him hurriedly back to reality. Oh there goes gravity. The bees won't give up that easy. He dropped the honeycomb and booked it out of there faster than Peter Pan heading to never land screaming at the top of his lungs, "BAD IDEA! BAD IDEA! BAD IDEA!" He ran to flee the ferocious fliers until he could no more. Hooting and hollering like never before. Until the grounds crew pops their heads from the office door. Needless to say, there is honeycomb no more.
Elder Dehlin's youthful exuberance for spewing spine tickling speeches in each and every one of his transcendent weeklies inspired me to spice up my writing style. How'd I do?
In other culinary covering news, I had cow face this week. Not bad. It melts in the mouth as they say.
In other other culinary covering news, our stake had a pioneer day potluck. Woo wee was there some fine dining I tell you what. They had cuisine from all countries of the world! They were only lacking Lychee from the land downundah. Which was also a flavor on the smoothie menu from earlier and in hindsight I definitely think I should have gotten one of those instead.
In other other other (less culinary covering) news, E Windous woke up thinking Sunday was p day and his coverage of that cranium cunundrum made my life.
Have a great week!
-Elder Burgon
*Disclaimer #1: No bees were injured in the making of this movie
*Disclaimer #2: Thanks to technological advances is puncture proof gardening gloves no missionaries were hurt either
