January 20, 1997, Monday
Well, wow. What a day. We worked, worked, and worked, and nothing. But, we got some good referrals. We had planned first but then went to eat at Taco Bell (PS, not just to eat, but to hear white boy music…) Well, we got there and to our disappointment had to listen to the most disgusting Prince song in the world with an F word in every line. […] we went on splits. [Elder] and my comp went to teach our commitments that wanted to get baptized by [Elder]. And he interviewed them and they changed their minds. They want to get baptized this Sunday by me and my companion. […] My companion is working on his little problem about going too deep. He’s very blunt […] and just says things. […] I learned to play the Army of Heleman song on the guitar. […]
January 21, 1997, Tuesday
Wow, the days go by 2 to 4 at a time. Always so fast. I almost can’t keep up. I thought I was just at 8 months, now I’m slumping in less than a week. It’s in less than a week. It’s insane. All this stuff that has happened out here. I was thinking about the work here and just really how Heavenly Father wants it to go. How when people get interviewed at times, it’s as though there are a million angels about and the Spirit is pouring out of everything. People’s hearts melt, […] They see with greater understanding and with a stronger love. Well, it’s weird. I can’t really explain it. It just seems like it’s the time when God really intervenes. Other than that, nothing really exciting happened except that we got fed some good mole.
January 22, 1997, Wednesday
I worked this dude so hard for his poster of Shakira, but nope. He won’t even let me buy it from him. Dang. […] we saw the Lopez Family. I guess they won’t get married for a month. The husband can only have 2 days off a month. […] Mr Happy Rules & Malt’s are the bomb.
January 23, 1997 Thursday
Nice day we worked hard and taught some cool people. […] We taught a really cool chick that we walked in on in her house. Opps. She was Dominican.
January 24, 1997, Friday
Well, we had a Zone Meeting at the pad. […] Then after Zone meeting they tried to get me to do the sprinkler and lawn mower dance moves. […]
January 25, 1997, Saturday.
Wow, we had 10 appointments set up, and all but one juked us. That sucks. But the cool one was worth all the others. Even though we walked miles and miles. It was still a good day. And our baptisms are set for tomorrow.
January 26, 1997, Sunday.
It’s SLUMP DAY. Wow, 6 months left. Unreal. We went and picked up our two gators for church and they were all good. We got there and then stepped out to find them smoking a cigarette. […] Our mission was cut in half, baptism-wise. The sad thing is all are content. […] The attitude is like, oh we didn’t need to work hard anymore. Oh, but we do. We still have work to do.