Letter From The Prophet!

Today was the day. The one we’ve all been waiting for. I was so unsuspecting; I arose at 7:30am and got ready for work and then went to work. While I was talking to someone on the phone about a phone line in a conference room, someone from home tried to call me on the other office phone. I was busy talking to someone so I couldn’t take the call. A few minutes later, my mobile (cellphone) started to ring so I knew it must be important and so finished the call about the phone line in the conference room and managed to take the call on the mobile (cellphone).

If you made it through that paragraph, you’re doing well. Anyways, I took the call and one of the first things that was said was: It’s here!

Of course, I knew what ‘it’ was. I decided to wait until home time (about 5 hours time) to open the call for two reasons. 1; if I went home to open it I wouldn’t want to go back to work and 2; They were going to bring it to work for me but I declined as I’d always dreamed of opening it at home!

The rest of the time at work went quickly as I was moving from one thing to the other all day. I arrived home and everyone was at the door to meet me and the call was immediately passed to me upon entry to the house. The thing was, my sister wasn’t due from work for another hour. So, this is what happened:

Around 12:00pm-1:00pm the mission call arrives on the doormat (we have a hole in the door you push post through, not a thing on a post at the end of the driveway).

Mission call at the ready just after entering the house.

Waiting for Emma to return home from work. I was fairly calm considering the next two years were on my lap. The time did pass quickly considering what we were waiting for. Then...the time came.


Starting...(from another angle!)

Almost there...

Arranging it so I didn't skip the intro straight to the assignment...Note the anticipation on Elmo's face.

Dear Elder Midgley:

You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the…

...Ireland Dublin Mission.

WOW! Not what I expected. Come to think of it, I don’t know what I expected. Amazing! I don’t know how to put this ‘on paper’. I’m so, so pleased. It’s a great place to go. I have the advantage of not having to learn a new language and not having strange food. (Strange food is defined as: Curry, Mexican, Chinese, meat (I hate meat! It’s gross, I don’t know why everyone is so impressed by it. Fish is the way forward.

Well, that’s that! There are a few thing to finish off and I’ll be going in no time. I’m due in the Preston Missionary Training Centre (Center) on Wednesday 10th October 2007.

The next two years, right in my hand.

Straight onto the calls to family and friends.

Already feeling the strain. Note to self: Don't work in a call centre (center). Oh, and... get a hair cut!

I think that’s all for now!

A big thanks to Ed and Mum for the photos.


Final Performance

Tonight is the final performance, I can’t believe it’s here already. Just so you know how busy I’ve been, yesterday I was awake from 6:30am until 00:30am this morning. We were able to sleep until 9:00am ish which has been very nice indeed. Only thing is, we have to work until about 3:00am Saturday morning to get the lights down as they leave (the lighting crew and all the sound equipment)¬†at around 5:00am. It’s going to be a busy few days!


Mission Call Update

Hi all, this is an email I’ve just sent out to a few people:

Hi All,

I hope I didn’t send you in to shock with the first part of the subject of this email. The update is: Peggy (an amazing person who works in the Pageant office) has been in touch with someone at Salt Lake. They have replied saying the my assignment was only just made today. This wouldn’t be mailed out until Tuesday – they asked where I would like it to be sent. It’s going to be forwarded (electronically (I hope!) to the Church offices in the UK who will mail it out from there. Providing no-one is slow, it should be at my house next week.


So, there we go. I’ve just re-read the printout of the email from the guy in Salt Lake and the call WILL be being printed at the England office and sent home from there.


Chairs, Chairs and More Chairs

After setting out about 3000 chairs a month ago, I thought that would be the last we saw of chairs for a while. True, it has been a while but we have become re-acquainted with them once more all too soon. I’ll get to that part a little later. I don’t know what to talk about, there’s so much spread out over so much time. Hmmmmmmmm. Let’s look at some pictures and I’ll see what I can say about them.

I’ve just finished selecting the pictures and there a total of 14 so I hope you don’t get bored!

A mattress fort built by Jared. It proves that there is no such thing as growing up, only growing old! Note the red cross bag on top.

You tell me! I have no idea what it is. Something similar to a mosquito. Quite cool really. I don't know where it is now but it was in one of the coolers in a Gatorade bottle because someone challenged me to sell it on eBay (it hasn't made it there yet). I don't think it's in there any more.

ME! Something happened to a basketball and then someone cut it open to make a groovy hat.

On Saturday I was able to watch the pageant with my family. Probably the last time before I leave. I just thought this looked great and so took a picture. I'll get some pictures of the pageant but they'll take some explaining. I'll use some of Lawrences because they're sooooooooooooo much better.

Oh wait, I did choose a couple to put in. Here is the scene which is the funeral of King Follet (tallest guy, in the middle (can't really miss him with that info!)). He was working on a well when he fell down and some of the wall fell down on top of him and he died. Here he is appearing as an angel with the rest of the family to portray life after death.

A closer, clearer view.

Just to prove that I was actually busy on Sunday. Here I am in Keosauqua ready to watch 'Our Story Goes On...' after setting up the set.

Another hideous creature. What it is for I do not know.

It wasn't me, honest. No, it really wasn't. I can't remember who it was now; all I know is that it happened. Just in case you're worried, this is not mindless vandalism (although it's close) these chairs are being scrapped.

No, Jason isn't fat. This is the result of him attacking a chair.

The chair crew with some of us holding trophies. See how many there are behind us!? We moved most of those today but the scrap container was full so we'll finish them off tomorrow.

(Wiping away tears) here's Jared (sob). We've had to give him a chair leg, it's all we could do for him given the circumstances.

Just to prove that we were actually scrapping them. One escaped and was dealt with accordingly.

(Drum roll) an now ladies and gentlemen, the best picture saved for the last:

That couldn't possibly be more true. Just incase you're in my area call 878333 first. They'll be the quickest to respond.

Well, that’s all for now. Click on the pictures to see them bigger. Let me know if you have any questions. Again, apologies for the lack of response to emails. I’ll do what I can. It’s taken me all night (in between stage cues) to write this.

Bye for now,