<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177</id><updated>2012-01-02T20:50:21.325-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Childhood'/><category term='The end'/><category term='Life'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Mission'/><category term='Zelda'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='WCG'/><category term='Good Day'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Favorite'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Bike'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Things I Cannot Recall</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-2066911354869155795</id><published>2011-07-30T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T00:10:13.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The end'/><title type='text'>Next Chapter</title><content type='html'>Im at a loss for what to blog. To many things happening and too many emotions running around my head. A lot of it I don't know if I wanna share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to get organized and.. start life again. Its a weird thing to do. But Ive made a decision. Im leaving this blog. Im just gonna start all over again. fresh and new. Im not giving up on this blog. its just finished. So, lets do something &lt;a href="http://www.jefferyscottliechty.blogspot.com"&gt;different&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-2066911354869155795?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/2066911354869155795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/07/next-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2066911354869155795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2066911354869155795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/07/next-chapter.html' title='Next Chapter'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-7454985982275292899</id><published>2011-05-25T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T09:41:19.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Judgment Day</title><content type='html'>There is this couple next to me that is drunk/fighting as they use the computers.. They are on opposite sides of the table and he keeps yelling for her to come over and look at something, and she keeps coming, and then he tells her to get away from him.. in very vulgar terms... and she just takes it and goes back to her computer. I would so dump him. In fact, I would probably poor some hot liquid on him and then dump him. Then I would break a window in his car... (but he probably dosent have one).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But she wont. She will probably take it all her life and they will have 4 beautifully miserable kids together and he will be a jerk his whole life and she will do nothing. And then "monkey see monkey do" and the cycle will continue... It is so sad. I hate having to be around this all the time. PA is so ghetto and gross. Dont get me wrong. I love it here. So many people willing to listen. but it is such a miserable little city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell you how much missionaries (not from Utah) will make fun of Utah. And I know its not perfect, but I love my happy little vally, and I defend it to the end. I believe it is better than the alternative. This couple is a model of like 30-40% of the relationships up here in PA. It is so disturbing I want to barf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching mormon messages the other day.  We watched one about this civility experiment. It was very good. This homeless man they interview says some very profound things. He talks about how, he believes, there are more ways to do good in this world than to do bad. But its up to us to make the choice. He also says that the majority of people are mostly good. Its hard to believe it, but I do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That drunk guy just left and, in a loud whisper, ever so "slyly" told his girlfriend that he will go get them a "hit" and they will meet in the van in a few minutes...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And just as I finished that paragraph.. What great timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that the second coming holds off until PA is more ready for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-7454985982275292899?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/7454985982275292899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/05/judgment-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7454985982275292899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7454985982275292899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/05/judgment-day.html' title='Judgment Day'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-7843877636305698134</id><published>2011-05-16T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:32:31.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>15 Minutes</title><content type='html'>I played my song in Ward conference. I told everyone that I couldnt read music and the rumors started flying about how I had never had a piano lesson in my life and that I play by ear and that I wrote the song... I just let it happen. No harm in it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then this one guy visiting from Alberta gets up after church and starts playing the piano all professional like. He was trying to show me up. It was obvious that he was better than me and didnt like all these rumors of my excellence. I messed up like 3 times on my simple song, and he had probably been playing for like 10 years, But no one even payed attention to him. everyone kept coming up to me and asking me what song it was and where I got the composition and I just told them I arranged it myself and let the rumors fly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do I feel bad? Not really. I am mediocre at a lot of things, but not 'really good' at anything. I believe they say, "jack of all trades, master of none". But for that day I was a legend, and loving it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So play on, little punk from Alberta. No ones listening. Your just making a turd of yourself, and not being very classy, I would say. And this is Saskatchewan, redneck capital of Canada, and we dont like your high and mighty type around here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Put that in your nerd and smoke it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-7843877636305698134?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/7843877636305698134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/05/15-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7843877636305698134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7843877636305698134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/05/15-minutes.html' title='15 Minutes'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5847351308014894579</id><published>2011-05-02T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:30:29.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Squoze</title><content type='html'>Also, I was just told this week, for the first time in my 21 year old life, the Squoze is not a word... I have always said squoze as the past tense of squeeze... how has no one caught that and corrected me!? I feel like a retard!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Elder Turner sure thinks I am.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We determined that I must have made some connection with the word 'freeze', which is 'froze' is past tense... freeze froze squeeze squoze...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have also realized that I use the word squozen on occasion..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for nothing public Education&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5847351308014894579?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5847351308014894579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/05/squoze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5847351308014894579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5847351308014894579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/05/squoze.html' title='Squoze'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-3405498625825376175</id><published>2011-05-02T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:30:55.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Neither of us Can Believe It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRsXx6L58vQ/TdFseXONnUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2v1DJHxfj3A/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRsXx6L58vQ/TdFseXONnUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2v1DJHxfj3A/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607382279938481474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I picked up Elder Turner headed back up to PA. Elder Turner is from Japan. He lived there 8 years and moved to the States. He is from Las Vegas now. He is not Japanese. He just was at one point.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have been getting along really well. But some eerie junk is going on.. Someone told him before he got with me, that he would enjoy it because we are so similar. But he didnt really believe it.. But since he has been here we have discovered that we have the same body wash and scrubber (which did NOT come in a set) we use the same batteries, watch all the same shows, are the same height, have the same shoe shine kit, are both known mission wide for keeping the apartment clean, and we both always sleep with the wall to our right... I mean, sleeping with the wall to your right!? Come on! I always thought I was weird for doing that..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He is not shy at all, which is a big change from the last 6 months of companions I have had. He talks during lessons! I dont even have to stare at him for 40 seconds! Its great!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the Mann, but Turner and I are also getting along great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-3405498625825376175?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/3405498625825376175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/05/neither-of-us-can-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3405498625825376175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3405498625825376175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/05/neither-of-us-can-believe-it.html' title='Neither of us Can Believe It'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRsXx6L58vQ/TdFseXONnUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2v1DJHxfj3A/s72-c/IMG_0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6719047654676357988</id><published>2011-04-13T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:04:47.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Pres Monson does his thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;He starts by telling us that there are 3 new temples in the works!  Great! First in Colorado. Second in Idaho... Well. Ill just let you  watch this. he tells it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="flashObj" width="486" height="412" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=879715777001&amp;linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Flds.org%2Fgeneral-conference%2Fwatch%2F2011%2F04%3Flang%3Deng%26vid%3D879715777001%26cid%3D3&amp;playerID=66819209001&amp;playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAD5C7cik~,NkEKrBzbuXL1RD1uYGY2x0Vcg3Yr-Utp&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=879715777001&amp;linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Flds.org%2Fgeneral-conference%2Fwatch%2F2011%2F04%3Flang%3Deng%26vid%3D879715777001%26cid%3D3&amp;playerID=66819209001&amp;playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAD5C7cik~,NkEKrBzbuXL1RD1uYGY2x0Vcg3Yr-Utp&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="486" height="412" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...The 3rd.. in Canada. In Manitoba. In Winnipeg... In this mission!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  couldnt contain myself! I wanted to jump up and down or clap or yell or  something! Everyone one in the chapel (like 4 people) was shocked and  mildly happy. But to them it was just another temple in Canada. For me,  it was a Temple in Canada! And in Winnipeg of all places! My Mission! A  temple for MY people! I was so happy for my fellow saints in Winnipeg. I  was so happy. It made me feel like I had accomplished something! I was  buzzed. What a great way to start off conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest was also good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6719047654676357988?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6719047654676357988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/04/pres-monson-does-his-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6719047654676357988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6719047654676357988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/04/pres-monson-does-his-thing.html' title='Pres Monson does his thing'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-9110976282722818605</id><published>2011-03-14T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:32:54.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Patience is great</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is sometimes hard to understand, but she is great. She  said the closing prayer last time, and she had her son bring her a  blanket to cover her head, and she sang a song first and then said  this LONG and FAST prayer in her native laguage. it was wonderful. I  wish we prayed like that. She wants to come to church, but wants to wait  till she gets a Job so she can use the excuse of work to sneak to our  church... oh boy.. She is hilarious. I hope we dont get her in trouble  with the JW's. Or get ourselves in trouble with them.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I know it that if things get rough, at least I can get blood transfusions...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The church is true. And Patience says that if it is true we have  to do everything we can to go to it. even if it means cutting off our  finger.... again.. she is great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-9110976282722818605?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/9110976282722818605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/03/patience-is-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/9110976282722818605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/9110976282722818605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/03/patience-is-great.html' title='Patience is great'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-1740087866463466189</id><published>2011-03-07T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:59:20.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>3 Stories For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Her name is Sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, we were tracting this street. 7th st. E. to be exact. 900 block. And we were just about to go in, because it was 5 to 9. I know this sounds cliche, but it was literally the last house we were going to knock on. 909 A (it was like a duplex). So we knock and this lady comes to the door. Elder Schumann introduces us and she immediately says "No thank you, I am not interested AT ALL with religion." Elder Schumann asked why and she said that she has been going through a really hard time for 4 years, and God has not helped her at all. She prayed and prayed... and nothing has changed. Then I started to testify to her that God did, in fact, love her, and that he wanted to help her. She just needed to draw nearer to him first. She then tells us a bit about her situation. "I dont drink," she says "I dont smoke, and yet, my 9 year old little girl is stuck with my alcoholic ex-husband, because he has money, and money talks" She goes on to explain that none of her children are living with her. But she is most heart broken about her little girl, because they are all drinkers, and she dosent want her to go that way. At this point i said something else, but i dont remember what it was. She looks at us for a while and says, I cant have you standing out there in the cold, come in and ill make you some hot chocolate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow. I have never had a contact turn from &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; into THAT. But it gets better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We sat with her a while and asked if we could share a bit of our message. she says yes. We explain the book of Mormon and tell her that this will bring her the happiness she is looking for. It wont fix all her problems, but it will give her hope and bring her at peace with God. She starts to talk again about her kids, and how she can tell that we were well raised and that being kind to people was important to us. She said her kids dont know that. "I would rather have you sitting her, playing cards with me or whatever, than my own kids". She said "When you come back I'll have too..." and then I didnt hear what she said, because all I could think about was her inviting us back! We never said anything about coming back... She must have caught herself too, because after she said. "You know, I think it would be a good idea for you to come back. I could really use some hope right now".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow.. powerful. The spirit was so strong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Her name is Patience&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the next day, we are finishing up that same street. Nothing much happened, and it was time to go in for lunch, But because of some scheduling stuff, Elder Schumann asked if I wanted to keep tracting another half hour and go in later. I said sure, not really wanting too, because it was so cold. But it must have been a prompting too him, because at one of the houses this BIG black lady came to the door, and with absolutely NO hesitation said "Come in", so we stepped in. Then she said "Sit down". and points to her couch. I was actually a little hesitant.. I didnt know what was up.. did she think we were someone else? We sat down and she just sits there, holding her very cute, very wide eyed baby girl on her lap. She dosent say anything... so we start talking. And she is just listening to everything we say and loving it. She says she is Jehovah Witness, but that she dosent like it very much, because she likes to pray, and she dosent like their prayers. She said her spirit will get weak if she dosent pray. She told us that she had been fasting, and she was just about to end her fast with a prayer, and we came to the door. She said "God sent you". She is so great! she is from Nigeria. Dad said he baptized a Nigerian man on his mission. So i have to baptize this lady and her family. They are so funny. The culture is so different and friendly. i love it. She just invites us inside instead of making us talk to her at the door. That is normal to her! I am going to do that all the time now. It was so funny and I am already in love with her family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;His name is Eduardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also met this man from the Philippines.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;He is already a member. He is amazing. We went over to teach his roommate, who ended up not being there for the lesson. so we just taught him. He shared with us his conversion story. He was born roman catholic. Everyone in the Philippines is. He wasnt content though, and so he searched. He became a Born Again Christian. His first in counter with the church was around this time, I believe. There was a man, that would walk to church and pass his house. He lived somewhere down the block, but he didnt know him. But he would always sit on his porch as he walked by, and the member would always shout "Hello my friend!" and walk on by.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He never knew he was a member. A year or so later, the man stopped coming by. and a while after that, this man got a job in Saudi Arabia. While he was there, he met the other men he was working with, one of the men came up to him and said "I know you! You are my friend!" It was the same man that passed him on the street on his way to church. In the next couple of month, he was introduced to some of the teaching of the Gospel by him, and by another man, who was a return missionary. They did not have scriptures in Saudi Arabia. It was against the law, and you could receive the death penalty for it. So they just talked. His friend told him "All you have to do to know that this is true, is to pray, very hard, and ask God". So he did. That night, he had a dream about a beautiful white building. It looked like a church. He asked his friend about it, and he pulled out a picture of the temple in the Philippines. "Is this is?" He asked. "Yes! Thats the church! What Church is this". He said, "this is a Temple. This is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints". He said "I want to go there". But his friend said that he had to be a member of the church. "He said, "...Ok, Teach me about your church".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the next few weeks the return missionary and his friend taught him the 6 discussions. He took lots of notes, he said. He was especially intrigued by eternal families. That is what he wanted. At the end of the discussions his friend asked him if he wanted to be baptized. He said yes, "I want to be baptized NOW. Can you baptize me now?" Unfortunately, they had to say no. They explained that they did not have the priesthood keys to do so.. He was heart broken.. they told him that when he had vacation time, find the Elders and tell them you want to be baptized. He had to wait something like 6 months before he had 1 month of vacation time. He went back to the Philipinnes and told his wife "I want to marry you for time and all eternity. Do you want to be with me forever" She said yes. and so he called the missionaries. they lived 2 hours away from his house... he had to travel there every week to retake the discussions. He took them 2 at a time. He was baptized the end of the month. Some how, he got permission to receive the priesthood and baptize his wife the same day... That wouldnt fly anymore. But it is romantic in this story. He is now away from home once again, in Canada. But he now has a large family, all in the covenant. He has helped 27 people to accept the Gospel. And that is just from HIM alone. Not including all the people that they have now helped, and also his son, who just returned from his mission. This guy is amazing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-1740087866463466189?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/1740087866463466189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/03/3-stories-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1740087866463466189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1740087866463466189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/03/3-stories-for-you.html' title='3 Stories For You'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8155374969757705879</id><published>2011-02-28T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:52:43.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>I Can't Get Too Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We are teaching one of the Halcro girls friends. Her name is Cassie. She is super funny, and I am excited to work with her. She is super down to earth and really thinks about the things we tell her and ask her todo. She is thinking about baptism and we learned about why she hasnt decided on a date yet. She just wants the support of her parents, and shes not getting that from her mom yet. Her dad sounds good though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She said she leaves for a soccer trip on July 15th. That is my freaking 2 year mark! She said it is very possible for her to be baptized before that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that is great. We will get 'er. She is gonna be great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8155374969757705879?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8155374969757705879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-get-too-mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8155374969757705879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8155374969757705879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-get-too-mad.html' title='I Can&apos;t Get Too Mad'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-2410460535682006088</id><published>2011-02-22T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:50:58.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>A New One Every Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we met a lady named Kathleen last week. She was very timid, but super nice. She said we could come back "anytime". So we went back on Sunday (not like we had to go to church or anything). We taught her about the  restoration and it went really well! We invited her to be baptized and she accepted! She said she really wanted to start going to a church.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is super! We just got done teaching her about an hour ago, and she said the closing prayer and asked for a comfirmation that the Book of Mormon was true. She said that she felt so happy after the prayer. She just felt really good, she said. She got her answer. Man! I cant baptize these people fast enough! haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-2410460535682006088?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/2410460535682006088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-one-every-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2410460535682006088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2410460535682006088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-one-every-month.html' title='A New One Every Month'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-3697189194972988374</id><published>2011-02-14T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:47:24.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>We're Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went to the Halcro's&lt;/strong&gt; twice&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;They are so fun! Sister Halcro is a Mckay, and reminds me of mom because her obsession with chocolate. Although she is not weird like mom, because she likes MILK chocolate! The best kind. So we get chocolate when we go there. Brother Halcro is always cracking jokes, in ANY situation, and is supper funny. (ex. When his oldest daughter was born, RIGHT AFTER SHE WAS DELIVERED he turns to the doctor and says "I'm just glad shes not Chinese!" and the confused doctor asks why. He says "Well, I heard 1 in ever 3 babies born now adays is Chinese." bu dum cheee. haha! love it. He had to be saving that one for a while) Already love the Halcros BTW. I'm glad I'll be living with the Scheiss' after the mish, so I can go visit them on occation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-3697189194972988374?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/3697189194972988374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/02/were-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3697189194972988374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3697189194972988374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/02/were-cool.html' title='We&apos;re Cool'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8107199679964171437</id><published>2011-02-07T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:45:20.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>As Usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We waited for the transfer train to come in from Winnipeg.. They were REALLY late. Turns out that they all got pulled over for tickets!.. so that delayed things. Well 12 o'clock rolls around and they still werent there! Then we got a phone call from the sisters "The Elder Rolled off the road! They rolled over like 4 times!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the ZLs run off and we are left there.. wondering. Then they call and say "Find a place to sleep. We are gonna be a while"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we all leave, But we took a detour to go see the wreck. The truck was upright, and no one was there. So we called the sisters and they told us what happened. The Elders are fine. Slipped on ice and went over the overpass.. They didnt have any blockers to keep cars from falling off that thing... thats stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the Sisters is brand new. She was heading for her first area.. what a welcome. CWM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8107199679964171437?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8107199679964171437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8107199679964171437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8107199679964171437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-usual.html' title='As Usual'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4494060570258915298</id><published>2011-02-02T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:42:09.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>So much better than texting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;It all started when&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new', monospace; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new', monospace; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;I lost a key, and my oil vile in a field. A field of SNOW! remember how I said we had 4 feet? Well sometimes I just cant help running through it. It is so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a playground in the middle of this field and I ran to the monkeybars, did a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new', monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;backflip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new', monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; and jumped in the snow and it was great... then that night.. I realized I didnt have my key.. or my vile. I was only a little upset, because we also set a couple of baptism dates with our new investigators Christie and Frank. They are great. Both 20. Im actually older than them! it is really weird to teach people your age..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We decided to go back the next day and look for them.... I was SO certain we would never find them. 4 feet of snow remember! But I didnt doubt that God knew right where they were, and he would lead me to them, if it was in his plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed, and looked, and found nothing. I followed my foot steps into the far end of the field before I decided that it was ridiculous and i would never find anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started walking back, But instead of logically following my footsteps back, I decided i wanted to trounced through the deep snow back. Then in the middle of the feild, I stumbled upon a imprint of my body after jumping in the snow... I sat there for a minute... just taking it in. I knew my key was going to be here.. I dont know how. I just felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug around lightly, where they key would have fallen out of my pocket.. and there it was... A small miracle. I thanked Heavenly Father, then asked about my oil vile. I kept digging, but it wasnt there.  I felt like I should check one more time at the monkey bars.. But I had checked there thoroughly before.. But I went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of holes in the ground where I dug there... but I picked a hole, and started digging.. Nothing for a while... So I kept digging. I was about to give up, thinking that finding the key was good enough, and I was pushing my luck with the Big Guy. I was the one that was stupid enough to run through the snow with a stray key and oil vile in my pocket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped.... and looked up. And there, on top of the pile of snow I was just digging out of the hole, was my snow cover vile. You could barley even see the gold through the snow around it... I cant even describe to you what I felt in that moment.. Shock, Awe, Peace, Love, EXCITEMENT! I pick it up slowly and walked back to the car where my comp was waiting. I showed it to him and said "God answers prayer" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4494060570258915298?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4494060570258915298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-much-better-than-texting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4494060570258915298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4494060570258915298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-much-better-than-texting.html' title='So much better than texting'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-3882840679711799003</id><published>2011-01-24T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:34:43.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>-40 C day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;b&gt;At -40 they always issue a frost bite warning. Frostbite within mintues! Sometimes seconds, if the wind is blowin' hard. This winter has been SO crazy! We have about 4 feet of snow outside right now. I haven't seen the ground in a long time. And People are running out of places to put it all! Their driveways are PILED on either side. Some of the piles are as tall as me. And people  are on their roofs shoveling them off, for fear that they will collapse. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;According to the farmers almanac, we have less than HALF of the snow we are expected to get this year.... 8 feet! HOLY JUNK! That is a butt load of snow... Lucky the farmers almanac is a load of garbage. No one can predict the weather that far in advance... or at all, for that matter. But who knows. Its been right before (probably).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom said something about winter only being 4 months long... its starts snowing in october here, and ends about april... hopefully. It should all be melted in may. How long is that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;this year may be a bit different. late May, early June. thats when I expect all THIS snow to melt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My mission is so cool. (no pun intended)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-3882840679711799003?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/3882840679711799003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/01/40-c-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3882840679711799003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3882840679711799003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/01/40-c-day.html' title='-40 C day'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-3970244501337203585</id><published>2011-01-18T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:07:26.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>CWM's finest!</title><content type='html'>Prez told us a while back that he might pull us out. Then this week, we  were on exchanges, and I was with our (former AP) DL. And Prez called to  tell me, he was pulling us out.. for sure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was freaking, because (A) We had been doing really good this week,  but he didnt know, cause he dosent find out till the end. And (B) How  were we going to find the motivation to go out and find people.. when 2  weeks into the transfer Prez basically says "Dont Bother"..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well our DL didnt like the idea of us leaving, So that night he  calls up the APs and gives them a talking to. I wasnt there for the  convo, but one of our ZLs (Elder O'driscoll, He's super great) told us  he was telling them it was a 'Poor Decision' and he wanted to know why.  Crazy. He was defending our area hard core.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then he talked to Prez and Prez basically said "Find them an  apartment or their out". He really dosent like us living in the  church... So the next day he tells that to Prez Harrold (BP) and he is  like... "Oh.. ok.." Its sad, because he talks all about how the  missionaries are the blood of this branch.. and if they left... it would  kill them... sad.. and when Prez told me we were outta here, he said &lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had to tell everyone! I was scared. I didnt want them to think we werent doing work or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we went and talked to this realestate guy, and we hadnt really  found a suitable apartment in the past, but this guys says that one  just opened for cheap and is 2 bedroom and refurbished and is on a month  to month lease! Just perfect for Prez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we check it out and it is great! We aren't getting it though, We  are waiting till one upstairs in the same place opens up. It is it a  better location i guess, but is not as nice looking.. but missionary  apartments are supposed to be I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God wants us in Melville. That is all there is to it. And we  killed it this week. Prez called to congratulate us. I once had the AP's  call to tell me i did good, but never Prez. Man, So good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-3970244501337203585?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/3970244501337203585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/01/cwms-finest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3970244501337203585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3970244501337203585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/01/cwms-finest.html' title='CWM&apos;s finest!'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-7042840102452507062</id><published>2011-01-16T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:48:58.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>I'm goin' to the Jo-Ho's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;We met a lot of Jo-Ho's (Jehovah's Witnesses) this week. We had one invite us in the other day. She was SO nice. She was super great and just wanted to talk about the bible and was genuinely interested in what we believe, not because she wanted to join, but because she was curious. So its wasnt all the normal JW junk about trying to convert us and stuff. She was SO animated.. almost comically so.. you would have been good friends. her name was Bunny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked with them about how we believe Jehovah is Jesus. They thought we were crazy. She offered us tea, and we said we didnt drink tea. She said "Oh, thats right, you dont drink anything black." Then she asked if Hot chocolate was ok. we said yes.. But I was confused about what she said about "black drinks". Turns out they thought that we didnt drink anything black, because Cain was cursed to be black... haha! oh boy. Never heard that one before. She thought we were raciest against drinks! bwaaha! We taught them the WOW.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-7042840102452507062?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/7042840102452507062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/01/m-goin-to-jo-hos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7042840102452507062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7042840102452507062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2011/01/m-goin-to-jo-hos.html' title='I&apos;m goin&apos; to the Jo-Ho&apos;s'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8584707636299985457</id><published>2010-12-27T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:17:59.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, It's all over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elder Liechty,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am sorry to report that your driving privileges have been suspended for the remainder of your mission.  If missionaries are involved in any preventable accident that requires a claims adjuster or that could lead to litigation or action against the Church, they automatically lose their driver certification and are not allowed to drive again during their mission.  Any exceptions must be approved by the Missionary Department after all the facts have been reviewed.  Your certification has been revoked as of 22Dec2010.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;While you are waiting for your car to be repaired, &lt;b&gt;no car will be reassigned&lt;/b&gt;!!*  While waiting for the repair of your vehicle, you and your companion are essentially &lt;b&gt;walking&lt;/b&gt;*.  Once the vehicle is repaired, Elder Stokes will be the designated driver.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elder Paulson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       *Emphasis added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sooo..  while driving down a unlit gravel road covered in snow and ice, late at  night, somewhere on a farm in backwoods Saskatcha'bush'... I some how  crashed our car in a ditch. Oh yeah. And it was overcast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that its happened, and I have officially lost my driving  privileges and every ounce of pride I once had... I have nothing to do  but laugh with 'em.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stupid. But it makes a GREAT story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got stuck. We got REAL stuck. Not just "grab your ford pick up and a  ratchet tie" stuck. Im talking tow-truck-rocking,  more-damage-getting-out-than-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;i&lt;wbr&gt;n stuck. It was bad... I mean good! Stuck real good.&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to exaggerate, I know. But trust me, although I AM exaggerating, im doing it &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes we caught air. At LEAST a few inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  told the police i was going about 50-60 ks. (not to fast.. for a back  road) But that was just a guess. I had no idea how fast I was going.  Probably closer to 60 than 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway. We were coming back from a lesson that lasted far too  long, with a less active member who lives much to far away from our  home. The only reason we were visiting him was because it was on our way  back from the baptism.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 9:00 and we still had 45 min  till we would be home. Anyway. He lives on a farm in the middle of  nowhere. And we were driving down his... driveway? (its like a road  leading to his house, but its half a mile long." Well, thats supposed to  lead us back to the road that takes us to the main road. Problem is,  his driveway? "T"s when it comes to this road. I didnt see the "T" soon  enough. And... Breaks... Slide... Ditch... Crash...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get it. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many phone calls later we were on our way  home. The member and his wife were SO helpful and I will always be  grateful. We were given permission to drive one of their cars home,  after a failed attempt to get our car out. He even went to get his  bobcat.. and he got it stuck! there is a LOT of snow out in the middle  of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. the next day we came and got everything sorted out and got the  tow guy and figured out a ride for us and it took the whole day. Super  lame, and gave me a head ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the week was lame. Because we had to  walk.. But we were still able to do a bunch of stuff for Christmas and  people have been nice to take us places. Its been good. I feel bad.. but  not that much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8584707636299985457?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8584707636299985457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-its-all-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8584707636299985457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8584707636299985457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/12/well-its-all-over.html' title='Well, It&apos;s all over...'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-423059188554075760</id><published>2010-12-20T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:31:26.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>We will see what happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I told all the youth in the branch (there are a TON) to read the Book  of Mormon, and whoever does it the fastest gets a prize. Some of them  are competing for my name tag. One of their friends, who is not a  member, is doing it too. We really want to teach her soon. How cool  would that be if she has already read the BOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all started THAT day! One of the kids was on like 2 Nephi that  night! Crazy. If only it was that easy to get investigators to read.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-423059188554075760?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/423059188554075760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-will-see-what-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/423059188554075760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/423059188554075760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-will-see-what-happens.html' title='We will see what happens'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6796839194918357285</id><published>2010-12-13T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:22:05.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Melville</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Gerstners were wonderful. You walk into their home, and you would never guess they were less active. Pictures of the prophet on the wall, "Ensigns" all over. We talked forever about heart surgery, pork pie and a vision Sister gerstner had about a naked man on an alabaster stone bench (?). So funny. I could not stop smiling the whole visit. They all talk over eachother (brother and sister Gerstner and their 40 year old son that lives with them) So hilarious. I got a picture with them after. I love them. They gave us REAL scottish shortbread afterwards. So sweet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6796839194918357285?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6796839194918357285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-melville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6796839194918357285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6796839194918357285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-melville.html' title='Love Melville'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-876386249652561505</id><published>2010-12-13T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:21:47.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;This man we have been teaching, named Chuck (who is the funniest guy ever) came up to me in church and said, "I want to be baptized. when can we do it." We have been working with him for about 3 months, and he always said he wasnt ready, but he has been reading the BOM everyday. He is saying morning prayers and he is coming to church whenever he can. He is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "Are you gonna be able to hold me? I'm like 250 pounds!" I was shocked. He is a big guy, but i was shocked because he wanted ME to baptize him.. I amlost started to cry (and I kinda did later that night, reflecting on it) I have never been asked to baptize anyone before. And I love Chuck so much. He is so funny. And Brenda (his Girl) is so hilarious to talk to. I love every moment I get to spend with them. But also... transfers are comming up, so I may not be able to do this one.. its bitter sweet. But im just glad he is doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is happening in January, after he gets married.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;. &lt;b&gt;We&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;meet&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;some wonderfully prepared people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-876386249652561505?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/876386249652561505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/12/more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/876386249652561505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/876386249652561505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/12/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-2854427022910116208</id><published>2010-12-06T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:13:50.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>It's a Wonderful Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/TP1R5ZNfnmI/AAAAAAAAAgU/p2T7_fjJPg4/s1600/X26034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/TP1R5ZNfnmI/AAAAAAAAAgU/p2T7_fjJPg4/s320/X26034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547680362452196962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We watch a Christmas movie every year for Christmas Zone Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty excited. I grew up watching that movie! I love it. I love  all the old movies and their over-glamorous actors and actresses and  perfect camera shots and crummy special effects. It just makes me smile  the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a little kid again. In my Christmas PJ's snuggled up and the  foot of the couch (their was never room for me ON the couch when all  the older kids were there), eating very sticky homemade caramel popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me was upset that we had to watch another OLD movie and I was just beaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what their problem was.. at least it was in color.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-2854427022910116208?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/2854427022910116208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-wonderful-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2854427022910116208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2854427022910116208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-wonderful-life.html' title='It&apos;s a Wonderful Life.'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/TP1R5ZNfnmI/AAAAAAAAAgU/p2T7_fjJPg4/s72-c/X26034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-3808330057077879029</id><published>2010-11-29T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:29:18.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>I Bring The Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/TPQ1tdILseI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7ooR-Bk36QU/s320/PB180149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545116096229257698" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;We did not get invited to a members home for Thanksgiving. And thats  just fine by me. They wouldn't have known how to do it right anyway.  Last year was good, the Craigs and the Zaharchucks &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;fed us and all the other missionaries in Brandon. They did a  wonderful job, and I knew we wouldn't get that kind of treatment this  time around. So I was fine by myself. I have become quite the self  proclaimed chef on my mission. I made us a pork roast and pork ribs. we  have lemon barbecue chicken and mashed potatoes. We also had salad and  cooked pees and carrots. Not bad for just grabbing everything i could  find in our freezer. It looked like a feast! and it was! I loved it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/TPQ2DY9eFoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/R1OMLtupoQo/s320/PB180152.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545116473067705986" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No stuffing or turkey, but we did our best. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/TPQ2YgJZEhI/AAAAAAAAAgM/b3TcqkybwFI/s320/PB180150.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545116835774009874" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-3808330057077879029?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/3808330057077879029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-bring-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3808330057077879029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3808330057077879029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-bring-party.html' title='I Bring The Party'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/TPQ1tdILseI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7ooR-Bk36QU/s72-c/PB180149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6444933111202766704</id><published>2010-11-15T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:49:31.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>We Will Get Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So we had to drive to Regina to drop off Elder Mitton and to pick up  Elder Stokes. The roads were SO bad. I dont know why, but that always  seems to happen when we have to drive in. There was an ice storm that  morning in Melville and a snow storm in Regina. We had to chip off half  an inch of ice from out windshield before we could even leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, somewhere along the road, the two storms met, and it was just  chaos. We were stuck behind a snow plow going 30ks for about 30 min...  ahh! But we made it alive. &lt;/b&gt;    &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on our way back... no so lucky...................... We died..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no,  just kidding. But we did get stuck.. our front right tire caught the  side of a snow bank and it just pulled us right off the road. I tried to  avoid it, but the car didnt want to turn. So we went in. It actually  wasn't bad. It was just like parking on the side of the road. Very  smooth. And we weren't even that far off. But there was no way we were  getting back. &lt;/b&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we were only about 30 min out of Regina, and we still  had service. We had to wait about 2 hrs for the ZLs to come pull us out  with their truck. But the tire pressure on our front right was really  low. So we decided not to continue. And we headed back to regina. &lt;/b&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walmart said their was no leak... but it was still leaking.. (idiots) So we didnt drive back. that night. &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Sister Horning and Elder Christensen because we met the other missionaries being transfered. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning.. our tired had stopped leaking. So... We drove home. &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we stopped in Fort Qu'Appelle (which is about 45 min  from Melville) to check our tire, and it was still fine. So we kept  going.... It wasnt until we got back that Elder Stokes realized he didnt  have the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped it in the snow in Fort Qu'Appelle... AHHH!! They told us  they would send us a new phone.. it would be 75 bucks each... yeah  right!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked Prez Harrold if he would drive us to Fort Qu'Appelle  to see if we could find it. He did. And not only that he bought us  doughnuts and hot chocolate! He is a great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we found the phone. great!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not all. We went tracting in Yorkton. It was about  7:00, so pretty dark. And as we are walking around.. this cop car pulls  up. The guy gets out of his car and comes right up to us. "Are you the  ones knocking on peoples doors and ringing their doorbells?"  "....yes...." "Come have a seat." He has us sit on a bench for a while.  he sees our tags and our ties and we show him our license and our  ministerial certificate. Then he is all nice to us and says "I dont  think many B&amp;amp;E's wear white shirts and ties."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was actually pretty funny. He let us sit in the back of his cop  car. He told us that some one called the cops on us. Jerks...  But thats  the first time that has ever happened on my mission. After he said. "Im  not gonna tell you to stop.. because its your job and you have the  right." it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Crazy. And all in the first couple days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats in store..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6444933111202766704?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6444933111202766704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-will-get-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6444933111202766704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6444933111202766704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-will-get-along.html' title='We Will Get Along'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5803352623384393587</id><published>2010-11-08T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:38:24.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Its a Halloween Miracle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We taught the Littletents for the FIRST time since I've been here.  They are a Less Active family, and only the dad and one of his little  girls have been baptized. And I feel like they have been avoiding us  like the plague! But yesterday Justine (the Little girl that was just  baptized (14)) came to church, which wasn't surprising because she LOVES  church and will come whenever she can, But her little sister Shynika  came (also not too surprising) and her brother Kellie. And (this is the  surprising part) her older sister Morning Dove came! (they are Native  American, hence the name Littletent) Well that was great! So we tried to  set an appointment up, but we called the parents and they said they  would call back, but they didn't.. so we didn't think it would happen.  But we saw them walking around Melville, so we stopped to talk with  them, and they said come by at 7:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did! And we had a really good time getting to know them and  talking about the Book of Mormon. Then we talked about why Justine  Decided to be Baptized... I have never heard a testimony like that for  ANY 14 year old. She talked about how she wanted to belong to the church  and that she heard from her friends about how good it felt to be  Baptized. Then she talked about how she felt so clean after baptism and  that she gets this warm feeling every time she prays and she cant  describe it. But what she said that i think was most impressive.. she  said she wanted to be an example to her brother and sisters...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine is a quiet girl.. this was completely out of character.. and heartfelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  talked with Morning Dove (17) and Shynika (11) and their mom about how  they were feeling about baptism. They just said they were thinking about  it. So we talked a bit about prayer and about how they would get an  answer if they asked if they should be baptized. I felt bad, because i  thought it would have been good to be more bold, But their dad is still  really into the traditional ways, and i didn't want to offend them. I  wanted them to like me so i could come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we asked who wanted to give  the closing prayer. Justine offered it. At the end, we were standing up  to leave, and no more than 5 seconds after we said amen, Morning Dove  says "I want to be baptized." We sat back down! She said it again "I  want to be baptized. I dont know... I just feel something inside me.  Its, like, screaming. I want to be baptized.... i cant explain it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked. Needless to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be baptized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The Spirit ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mission.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5803352623384393587?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5803352623384393587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-halloween-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5803352623384393587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5803352623384393587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-halloween-miracle.html' title='Its a Halloween Miracle!'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8162861186698188606</id><published>2010-11-01T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:27:53.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Love It</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We met this family tracting. Total miracle! We knock on this door,  one of the last ones we were going to do, and the lady comes out and  looks shocked... It was really weird at first, but then shes like  "Mormons!" Which is weird because lots of people think we are Jehovah  Witnesses. (the Church isn't very big in this mission)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she goes on to tell us that she is a member! she was baptized  in Winnipeg and she moved to Cardston. She went to the temple (for  baptisms i believe) and she got her patriarchal blessing. She moved to  Yorkton.. and soon after, the branch there closed and moved to a town  called "Carry the Kettle". She had no idea there was a church in  Melville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of her family are members. She wants us to come teach them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest miracle of my mission&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8162861186698188606?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8162861186698188606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8162861186698188606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8162861186698188606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-it.html' title='Love It'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6629226166434341570</id><published>2010-11-01T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:26:40.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>The Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;YES! I was so excited! my first time to the temple in 15 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...  we woke up in the morning.. and the snow was still going and the wind  was still blowing... we tried to get the other elders truck going.. but  it got stuck in the middle of the parking lot... So we go for our car,  which is in a better location. &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got out ok.. but the street were crazy.. I will never  forget that night. It was dark and there was like 6 inches of snow on  the roads. Everywhere we went people were getting stuck. The normal road  we would take to get to the temple was not accessible.. it was about  5:20 at this point. our session was starting at 6:00.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to drive around a different way. When the weather is  this bad, traffic rules no longer apply. People are parked in the  intersection and flipping U-ies where ever they can. no one pays  attention to what color the traffic lights are. certain streets are  blocked off.. your in a maze, and you are just trying to find your way  out. &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the other route we wanted to take was also blocked. 5:30.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turn around and try the last possible way.. and we find  all the other Elders parked on a bridge. Someone got stuck in the  middle. and they were trying to move them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get out and see  what is going on. There is no way anyone is getting through... 5:45 We  were within walking distance of the temple.. but not that quick.. Darn  you Satan! &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some people parked behind us, so I thought I  better go tell them that no one was getting through any time soon. I  talked to this lady, and she told me that she had already made it  through on the other side when she was going the other way.. I was so  excited! We might make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was going to try it.. (driving on the wrong side of the  road.. again. no traffic rules) so we watched her. And she made it! &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:50. We jump in our car and follow her tracks. It looked like really deep snow. It was really scary... But we mad it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  park and run back to tell the other Elders we were going. We get back  in the car and drive as fast as we can on slippery snowy roads....  but.... when we pull into the temple parking lot.. 6:10..&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk inside. It felt so good to be in a temple. Even the  waiting room. It felt like home. Canada is crazy.. And for the first  time, everything just felt normal again... One of the temple workers  comes up to us and tells us they held the session for 5 min... but it  had already started and they couldn't let us in... No session for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks at me.. I am the only one that hasn't been to the temple yet...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an adventure! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll never forget it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6629226166434341570?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6629226166434341570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/11/temple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6629226166434341570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6629226166434341570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/11/temple.html' title='The Temple'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8526384396180631550</id><published>2010-10-25T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:48:14.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>We Dont Have a Font in Melville</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So, we drove with Brother Markle (Jack) to his baptism. When we got  there, the font was maybe half full... Do you know how long it takes to  fill those things!? man... So we started half an hour late, and it was  still pretty shallow. It took 4 times to get him under. They really had  to push him down hard. He looked so scared the whole time... But they  got him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe we should have taken the time to explain why we were dunking him repeatedly... oh well!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8526384396180631550?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8526384396180631550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-dont-have-font-in-melville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8526384396180631550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8526384396180631550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-dont-have-font-in-melville.html' title='We Dont Have a Font in Melville'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-3071778251352740294</id><published>2010-10-18T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:35:42.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>WOULD YOU BELIEVE!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The other day, Elder Mitton and I were laying in bed (not  together...) and we heard this noise coming from upstairs. I thought it  was the pipes, but Elder Mitton was certain it sounded exactly like  someone walking around the Shop. (we live under a members printing  business).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luckily I was given a machete by a departing missionary as my  inheritance. So grabbed it, and we went upstairs to kill the intruder.  But we turned the lights on, and no one was there...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So it was the pipes right? But the thing is... when we went back down stairs.... the noise had stopped...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coincidence....?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Believe it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-3071778251352740294?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/3071778251352740294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/10/would-you-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3071778251352740294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3071778251352740294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/10/would-you-believe.html' title='WOULD YOU BELIEVE!?'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-151113970409771184</id><published>2010-10-18T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:34:20.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Listen To This</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We all know that the first principles and ordinances of the gospel  are Faith, Repentance, Baptism, the Gift of the Holy Ghost and Endure to  the End. And we can find ALL of that in the book of Mormon.. But did  you know that it is set up perfectly to teach us them.. and in order  too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story. Sister Zebrowski was told she would be teaching  about Moroni in gospel doctrine class in her ward some years ago. But it  was FULL of very intelligent people who had been mission presidents and  return missionaries and such. She wondered how she would teach them  something NEW about this great prophet.. But she didn't know what to do.  She prayed about it throughout the week, asking for help. Then, one  day, she woke up a few minutes before her alarm. She saw what time it  was and tried to go back to sleep, but she heard a voice tell her  "Moroni is a perfect example of Enduring to the end".. She thought  "That's perfect! That is how I will teach about Moroni. So she tried to  go back to sleep. But the Lord wasn't done. "Nephi is a perfect example  of Faith" "Alma is a perfect example of Repentance" And in third Nephi  Christ teaches us the true way of Baptism and the Gift of the Holy  Ghost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Crafted the Book Of Mormon for us. The Stories included are not coicidence. The Church is true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-151113970409771184?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/151113970409771184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/10/listen-to-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/151113970409771184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/151113970409771184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/10/listen-to-this.html' title='Listen To This'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-1289743696375551785</id><published>2010-10-18T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:32:45.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Our Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm  now in Melville and The George went to be DL in  another part of the city.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whitewashed in, Whitewashed out. like a dirty crime. Did the deed and got out fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Apartment is a basement apartment. We live under  the business of a member. Its got one bathroom, one bedroom, a Kitchen,  one class room, one Chapel, a Clerks office... oh. yeah. thats right. I  live in the church! Crazy huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know how to describe it to you fully. But just picture  this... When our bedroom door is open.. its our apartment.. when its  closed.... THE CHURCH! Crazy. I guess we have some extra incentive to  keep it clean..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-1289743696375551785?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/1289743696375551785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-apartment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1289743696375551785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1289743696375551785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-apartment.html' title='Our Apartment'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-362766467850189623</id><published>2010-10-18T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:27:50.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Melvin Keith Jorgenson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melvin Keith Jorgenson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; was baptised this Friday, and confirmed on Sunday. It was unforgettable!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Service was nice. Because of the awkward time (5:30 on a  friday), only the people on the program came, but Mel wanted it to be  small anyway. His dear friend (and recent convert) sister Rossett gave a  talk. she was so nervous, it was her first time. and Brother Schiess  gave one as well. Mel was so nervous in the water. we could hear him  talking from beyond the closed doors. Talking about how nervous he was. I  thought the fount was filled pretty high... but it barely reached his  waist. He is a &lt;span&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; guy. He didn't want to bend  backwards.. he was scared he wouldn't be able to get back up.. Turns out  its was all OK though, cause he floats pretty good. They really had to  shove him.. His foot came up the first time. He was devastated. He did  NOT want to do it again.. I was almost positive he was gonna give up and  say "No, that's it. That's enough. The Good Lord will understand.." But  he didn't. He's a trooper. He went down the second time. As he came up  out of the water, the first words he said were "Shoot! My D*mn foot came  up!"  HAHA!  But it didn't break the surface. He was good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While they changed I did a musical number, it was good. We  had another Elder play a version of "come thou fount" as I sung the  words to "Joseph Smith First Prayer" and timed it to fit as we had the  audience watch a silent clip of the first vision from the Restoration  movie. It was really really good. Refreshments afterwards.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was it. The craziest baptism ever. I didn't expect anything less. So informal. So "Mel". Just prefect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a missionary rocks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-362766467850189623?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/362766467850189623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/10/melvin-keith-jorgenson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/362766467850189623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/362766467850189623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/10/melvin-keith-jorgenson.html' title='Melvin Keith Jorgenson'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8939948776742392524</id><published>2010-09-07T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:36:52.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>I'm just lucky I guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Elder Quinton L. Cook of the quorum of the 12 is coming the the Saskatoon Stake (&lt;span&gt;Reorganization&lt;/span&gt;)  Conference! He will be interviewing for new Stake President. They  haven't changed Prez is 11 years! Since the Stake was made! ha ha! He is  so ready to get out of there! He has had us over for dinner a few time  and I can just tell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well. Melvin has quit smoking. It is so good! he says he can  never smoke again because he doesn't want anyone to find out and get  mad. ha ha! He is 5 days clean. So he is all set for his Baptism on the  17th! He keeps saying he wants to get it over with, he wants to be a  member all ready! ha ha! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8939948776742392524?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8939948776742392524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-just-lucky-i-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8939948776742392524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8939948776742392524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-just-lucky-i-guess.html' title='I&apos;m just lucky I guess'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6457859874330035765</id><published>2010-08-30T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:13:58.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Record!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEL CAME TO CHURCH! WOOOOOO! This is the first time an  investigator has come to church from this area since Leon got baptised 6  months ago!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So things are looking up. But It really is stressful to  have someone at church... all the talks were on missionary work, and I  was like... "MAN he is gonna be so bored!" But afterwards people were  talking to him, and he said one of the talks just hit him *points to his  heart* right here. HAHA! He is so old. I bet he doesn't even know what  the talks were about, but he loves people and talking to people and  people talking to him, so I think he chooses his favorite talks based on  who gave them.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, he has a bad leg, and sitting on the hard seats is  torcher for him.. so after sacrament he said "I think I'm gonna sit this  next class out." and he went and sat on the couch.... Then when its  ends, he goes to the bathroom and we are waiting to go to the next  class.. and he comes out of the bathroom and goes and sits on the couch  again! we were like "do you want to come to class?" and he said "no, i  don't think my legs quite ready."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO! 2 hours of sitting in the hall... BORING! But I got a  hold of bishop and asked if there were any cushier chairs. he said to  take the wing seats anywhere we want. but by that time Mel says "The  class is just about over now, we will do it next week.." ..... 45  minutes later class ends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHH!! but it was funny. We will try the chair thing next week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, thats our great news. 1 at church!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6457859874330035765?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6457859874330035765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-record.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6457859874330035765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6457859874330035765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-record.html' title='A New Record!'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5982619256993425480</id><published>2010-08-23T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:15:59.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>President Called</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed the call because we were contacting this lady. But  as soon as we were done, I looked and saw the message and freaked out..  I immediately thought "Emergency transfer". Elder George thought NO. He  thought he might just be calling to talk about presidents letters..  yeah right. In the middle of the day? I listened to the message and it  said "Elder George, Elder Liechty, this is President Paulson. Give me a  call back when you have a chance." That was it... He didnt sound happy  either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I immediately started to think if we had done anything wrong... Nothing! We have been perfect! So... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EMERGENCY TRANSFER!&lt;/span&gt; Thats all it could be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We called back.. and my fears were confirmed! Almost. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;President told me that there was a "possibility" that I  would be transferred.. He said there is a missionary somewhere in the  mission that wants to leave his area. And he might come join Elder  George. And I would have to go be with this other missionary. Well then  Prez talked to Elder George and was telling him he thought I could go  senior and asking him if he thought I was ready. Man.. I told Prez I  didnt really want to leave.. Things are just starting to happen here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So he said he would get back to us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, the next day, transfers came in. Sister Horning is in  the zone. For the first time EVER we are serving in the same zone. At  least for now.. But she was talking to me and said she was so excited  and how she thought she would never serve around me, because one of the  assistants told her she never would... I was just like... "Yeah........"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, then we had some exciting news. MEL has picked a  date! Sep. 17th! So we will be working with him on quitting smoking  soon! he said he would start today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, since we got a date with him, we got to call Prez. So  we did, and talked for a while about the date and who Mel was and stuff.  And then he was about to go, so I quickly asked him about the transfer.  He started to laugh a little bit and said that he didnt know.. He had  heard from the missionary 3 times that day. Once saying he wanted to  stay.. then he wanted to go.. now he wanted to stay.. so he said he will  probably just make him stay for the full 6 weeks. But again, he would  let us know.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5982619256993425480?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5982619256993425480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/president-called.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5982619256993425480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5982619256993425480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/president-called.html' title='President Called'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6180328919565685505</id><published>2010-08-16T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:54:36.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Pain Cant Stop Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got bit by a dog! NO JOKE! In Canada of all places! I  never thought to worry about that happening! It was a stupid little pug!  We are stopping by some kid who said he might be interested, and his  brother says he is not there, and then we hear this dog barking and  running from behind him and he barrels out the door, and runs right into  the leg of my Comp. He doesn't attack or anything.. but then he walked  around for a bit... Then jumps up at me and bites me on the hand!  The  guy at the door didn't even know it bit me. He just grabs the dog, takes  him inside, and closes the door.. and I'm standing there, open  mouthed... with a bloody thumb..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was in shock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It didn't hurt that bad.. but I was mad.. I couldn't believe I actually got bit by a dog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, we had taken a 10 min. bus ride to get to their  house.. and the next bus didn't come for another hour.. So we had to  walk all the way back to the apartment to dress my wound. (Elder George  was like "Do you want to go back.. or could you clean it in a water  fountain..?" as my blood drips on the ground..) That was last Monday....  that is how my week started.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that dog better not have rabies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6180328919565685505?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6180328919565685505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/pain-cant-stop-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6180328919565685505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6180328919565685505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/pain-cant-stop-me.html' title='Pain Cant Stop Me'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-1637522847730196973</id><published>2010-08-09T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:44:34.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Comfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, we went to visit one of the Karen families in our area. We got there, and they let us in. They were just finishing up dinner, and they were watching the Karen/Burma war on tv.(...Its televised?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They asked us if we liked noodles.. we had already eaten, but I wasnt going to pass up an opportunity to try crazy Karen food. I said yes. and they let us go to the table and mix our food. It was noodles with this soup you put on it, and then all sorts of toppings. chilli powder, fried garlic and onions... Fish juice... Thats what they called it.. The didnt know the word in English.. I passed on that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it was pretty good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afterwards. we went and sat on there couch. Their sliding door was open that lead to their second story apartment balcony. We watch and it started to get windy.. and then rainy. and then it poured! it was so fun. just to watch it with them.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we read with them about joseph smith. It was short.. they dont speak much english, so we usually keep it short.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was just a good feeling in the room. I love that family. So generous. Such a good end to the week.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-1637522847730196973?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/1637522847730196973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/comfortable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1637522847730196973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1637522847730196973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/comfortable.html' title='Comfortable'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-3821073697200999991</id><published>2010-08-03T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:24:08.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>I Met 3 drunk guys in one day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were walking down 20th st. One that we have been told to be careful of... And I found out why! We were stoping by a lady that used to meet with the missionaries, and this Drunk (and I mean DRUNK!) guy comes up to us. he's like "hey! whats in your bible?" I just looked at him.. and said "What?" and he repeated "What's in your bible?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We could obviously tell he was plastered, so we didnt really pay much attention to him, seeing as we had already knocked on the door of the lady's house. But he just keeps yelling "Talk to me! Turn around!" and I told him that we would be there is a second, but we had to talk to this lady first, who had answered the door. But he keeps yelling! "Whats in your bible? 13:3!" And I turn around, and i'm just frustrated. "13:3 what!?" and he replied "13:3!" to which i said "13:3 what!? What book!?" ... "Your BIBLE!" he says... AHHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My comp, through it all, finds out that the lady we were looking for has moved. And she was obviously not wanting to stay at the door, with this drunk guy on her sidewalk. So she left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So we go talk to him. "What do you want to know! what book!?" He says "your bible" a few more times, but finaly, he says "Hebrews."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I was holding a Book of Mormon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"This doesn't have Hebrews in it." i told him. but he tells me to give it to him. So I do. He looks through it for a bit, and starts reading the names.... and doesn't recognize any of them. I tried to tell him it was a different book. but he just stops somewhere in alma and says "here it is!" and starts reading something about the Judges....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;All I said was "wow.. you found Hebrews! I didnt know it was in there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He seemed pretty pleased with himself, and we talked for a while. He told us he was an angel with a broken wing.. about 4 times.. At first he introduced himself as Sid... then he said Jeff when he looked at me..  It was kinda creepy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My comp looked behind him and he started going off about never looking behind you! "theres nothing back there!" he kept saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I started to have a lot of fun with him. He was nice. He kept calling us "long hairs" (his hair was a shaggy mess) and when he found out we were from Utah he said "ya bunch of hippies!" I loved it! we were dressed in nice white shirts and ties, and he's a drunk on the corner calling us hippies. It was so funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Then we asked him if he had family in town and he said "yeah! Your my family!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And i was just like "YEAH!" and i go to give him a high five.. but he gave us both hugs instead. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well, he was still holding our Book of Mormon, and he asked, "Is Revelations in here man?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My comp tells him no, but he keeps looking in the back and gets to the index and sees the word prophet. "here it is man, here it is" and i got all excited for him "You Found it! no way! i didnt know it was in there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;he just kept talking to himself "yeah man, Prophets. Here it is..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Well his drunk buddy came up and told us not to talk to him. Then they hugged and his buddy complimented my tie.. but we figured it was time to get out of there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The guy, sid or jeff.. held the Book of Mormon to is chest and said "Keep it in here, man." and handed it back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;as we were leaving i said, "see ya, sid.. or jeff or whatever" and he said "it's Sid!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;what a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-3821073697200999991?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/3821073697200999991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-met-3-drunk-guys-in-one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3821073697200999991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3821073697200999991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-met-3-drunk-guys-in-one-day.html' title='I Met 3 drunk guys in one day'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-1161724838502429949</id><published>2010-08-03T14:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:41:10.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>The Pigeon Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have a "pigeon problem" at our new apartment. They LOVE to hang out and poop ALL over our deck... And there are two baby pigeons in a nest in the corner.. and two more on the way... man.... i want to crush them sometimes.. (the Eggs.. not the baby's..) but I think I would rather watch them hatch. We may build an incubator.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;*UPDATE*&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The Assistants to the president came over and threw the pigeon eggs off the balcony. so I guess that solves that problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-1161724838502429949?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/1161724838502429949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/pigeon-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1161724838502429949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1161724838502429949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/pigeon-problem.html' title='The Pigeon Problem'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5139924613836502389</id><published>2010-08-03T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:40:38.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>The Ivy League</title><content type='html'>We had a dinner appointment last night at the Slocombe's (stake president)... it was good. the people were so... smart.. and well mannered.. talking about the "Manifesto" and when the Russians had their war... I felt so out of place. Nothing like Sunday dinner at home, talking about sponge bob and laughing our heads off when Adam says something ridiculous/offensive (but funny)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to pretend to be smart. When they said some fact i would just nod and agree "Oh yes, yes. Quite right". "yes, i believe that was the name of Picasso's first painting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me appreciate who i was though. I like me, and i like my family and friends. We are so fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5139924613836502389?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5139924613836502389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/ivy-league.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5139924613836502389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5139924613836502389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/08/ivy-league.html' title='The Ivy League'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-2251418958746034811</id><published>2010-07-19T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:46:36.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Just Like the Prophets of Old</title><content type='html'>I have been reading the Book of Mormon SO much lately. I now know what it feels like to HUNGER after the scriptures. No joke! I Crave it! I want to finish soon.. I haven't finish since my mission started yet. I'm in 3Nephi. SO CLOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man yelled at my when I was reading at the bus stop. He said "WHY DO YOU READ THAT BOOK!" I said "Because its scripture"... we got into a "discussion"... the first time Ive ever REALLY been mad at someone on my mission. And I had just been reading about Nephi and Helaman. They were so bold when they taught people! So I was so excited to boldly tell this man what I believed... I ever so tactfully said "I'm gonna read the book I believe in, so let me read!" and I stormed off onto our bus that had just pulled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too much of a scene. No one really pays to much attention to the crazy people. Us included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did feel bad.. But only a little bit. A part of me felt like Helaman would have been proud... But he would have done it a lot better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-2251418958746034811?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/2251418958746034811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-like-prophets-of-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2251418958746034811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2251418958746034811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-like-prophets-of-old.html' title='Just Like the Prophets of Old'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-7328082818596483587</id><published>2010-07-19T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:43:57.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>My testimoney, you can say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We met this guy who was really nice, but he wanted us to prove to him that the Book of Mormon was true. He said he had done his research, and found some sketchy things. But if we could show him it was true, he would join the church. I just told him that if it were possible to PROVE, everyone would join. But we have to walk by faith. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is hard, when there is SO much opposition out there. People are constantly trying to PROVE that the church is false. But THAT is not possible either! for almost 200 years, the book of Mormon has stood up against ALL the opposition! If it really isn't true, shouldn't they have been able to PROVE it by now? How could one man create such an AMAZING lie? That it could stand up under so much scrutiny? And have so many GOOD, HONEST people support it, even under all the persecution! Are we all liars?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Spirit is the common factor. Those who know it is true have felt the spirit. Quietly and Gently it has touched their lives. And as they continue to learn and read, it becomes louder, and Stronger. And then.... you know.  Its true. And now you know. It has been Proved... to YOU. That knowledge cant be shared... only borne in testimony.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have met people that have felt the spirit.. but when they saw the opposition it would bring into their lives.. they pushed it away. They quieted the still small voice. they let themselves forget...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ever do that. Don't ever forget. You cant imagine how bad it hurts those who know you knew..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-7328082818596483587?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/7328082818596483587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-testimoney-you-can-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7328082818596483587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7328082818596483587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-testimoney-you-can-say.html' title='My testimoney, you can say.'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4347915040797968511</id><published>2010-07-12T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:08:49.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>I'M BUSING AGAIN! AHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here in Saskatoon, all the downtown streets are Lettered.  Ave A, Ave B, Ave C... all the way to Ave Z. We have the south end of those streets. They call it.. The South Alphabets. In our area we have from Ave H South to Ave Z South, and then quite a bit more.  And boy... It is FULL of crazy people! I have been here 3 days.. and I have met so many crazy people. This lady on the bus who was handing out religious flyer's and a homeless ex-catholic. Then there's the Jehovah's Whitness/hooker who asked to use our phone.. And I cant forget the Angel! I met an Angel. He said he has had wings all his life, but they are stuck inside his body. He has felt them in there all his life.. He said he is here to kill evil people and protect the good... I asked him if I could see his wings.. he turned around and showed me his back... and then said "I will get them back when I die" or something like that. MAN! Pendygrasse is great. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We talked to this lady for like 30 min in front of her house. She was telling us we needed to take communion everyday or we would go to hell and she told us that we needed to pray to the saints and do the rosary. Its in Ephesians 6 she says. Apparently we cant teach her anything because the holy ghost has become her teacher. She went on to say that everyone is supposed go and teach the word.....we had a good conversation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="im"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"You teach from.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My own conversion?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"..no, You teach from -"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Scriptures.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"You teach from Man.. yes, the scriptures. I teach from the spirit. that's the difference between you and me. And you know? those Mormons who are marrying all those young girls.. that just not good, that's lust."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="im"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I agree, Those Mormons are not a part of our church.. They split off years ago."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"I know, But let me tell you, I'm don't mean to offend you, but they are pedophiles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="im"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yeah, maybe"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"That is why I could never join the Mormon church.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Again -"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"(cuts me off and rambles on about it, and wont let me speak)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"(me speaking anyway) Again, Not part of our church"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Yeah.. I know... but their must be some connection....(quietly mumbles something to herself)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="im"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Well.. it was great to meet, but we really have to go."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"OK, You know... (rambles on again... and we just walk away.. as she keeps rambling..)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They seem so normal at first... You cant always tell at first glance.. A mother with a stroller. A bystander at the bus stop.. Who lets these people just walk around? shouldn't they wear signs or something?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="im"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ive gotten pretty casual with the crazies.. after being around them for so long. I pretty much will say whatever comes to my mind. I told that lady that the Holy Ghost sent me to find her and teach her... She said something about the Holy Ghost guiding our lives and that he is her teacher now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So.. Back to the Ghetto, Back to busing.. White washing. Its all good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4347915040797968511?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4347915040797968511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-busing-again-ahhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4347915040797968511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4347915040797968511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-busing-again-ahhhh.html' title='I&apos;M BUSING AGAIN! AHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-3020449351298928972</id><published>2010-06-22T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:30:00.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>well well well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I laughed so hard today I ruined the hymn in district meeting.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I keep checking to see if my fly is down.  It never is.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Brother Jude ran over my foot with his Vespa.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I lost at Chinese checkers.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The girl at Burger king has 2 lazy eyes...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Elder Banks makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The mosquitoes are killing me.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The Beaulieus are getting baptized in September.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Hope I'm here for that.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Maybe we'll switch it to August&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-3020449351298928972?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/3020449351298928972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-well-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3020449351298928972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3020449351298928972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-well-well.html' title='well well well'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6633490304881008603</id><published>2010-06-22T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:34:21.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>I got to get back to Portage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;I'm allergic to summers in canada. I have been breaking out in hives... Also, there are so many mosquitoes and that is annoying.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;Also&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;Me and Elder Banks went running. We ran 3 miles! We both agreed that if we had known it was 3 miles when we started, we never would have made it. But now its easy as cake. We will do it every morning.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;My calves hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6633490304881008603?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6633490304881008603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-got-to-get-back-to-portage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6633490304881008603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6633490304881008603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-got-to-get-back-to-portage.html' title='I got to get back to Portage'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-7699302700448457254</id><published>2010-06-22T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T13:25:57.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Something great happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A miracle! We had a goal this week to get 30 people to church. Not investigators only, but 30 living things to Church. We were inviting a lot of less actives and counting on some investigators (the Beaulieus) but a lot of members were telling us that they weren't going to come this week for some reasons... So we were pretty scared.. So Saturday night i prayed that someone would come to church that we weren't expecting. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow came.. and less people came than we had expected. Tons of actives and less actives weren't there. And the Beaulieus weren't there! so.. church was about to start. There were like 10 people there. So we ran to the Beaulieus to see if they were coming. Arleen was sick! So that meant amber had to watch the baby and she didn't want the kids to come by themselves... ahh! so we head back.. and right in front of the church is a big van!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were wondering who it could be.. We had just been out to the reserve and suggested that a bunch of people get a school bus and come to church.. so we were thinking they took our advice.. well we got inside, and a whole family had come from Idaho! They were visiting a less active family member up here. And she came too! Not to mention 3 return missionaries installing alarm systems! 37 people where there! AHHH! It was soo good!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Everything was great! And it just so happened that this was the week President decided to visit the branch! So that was just chocolate frosting on the chocolate cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-7699302700448457254?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/7699302700448457254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-great-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7699302700448457254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7699302700448457254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-great-happened.html' title='Something great happened'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-2688583579993520546</id><published>2010-06-02T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:24:39.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>I'm about to get side tracked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;President told Elder Gines something about me that has really started to irritate me... He said that i was someone that would do what my senior comp did... so he had to be a good example to me... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent all my life trying to distinguish my self as an individual... and now im a lackey! Man... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the worst part is... I started to see it! I started to see that president can call me better than i know myself! maybe its just one of those psychological things like when Elaine breaks up with the Bad-breaker-upper and he tells her she has a big head.. and then she cant stop thinking about it so she starts to notice things that make her head SEEM big. Like the bird that flies into it, or that taxi driver that couldn't see out his back window.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm just looking at ways i do what my companions do.. But i don't want to be sway-able! I want to be me all the time.. But what is me!? now I'm frustrated. This is lame. I want to rebel against everything my comps say now just to prove him wrong..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope this doesn't end the same way Elaine's story ends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-2688583579993520546?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/2688583579993520546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-about-to-get-side-tracked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2688583579993520546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2688583579993520546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-about-to-get-side-tracked.html' title='I&apos;m about to get side tracked'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-7907986474369592191</id><published>2010-05-04T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:09:22.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Well, I know one thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Banana Gag is STILL going! Sister horning sent me a wallet sized picture of a banana.. So we sent her a plantain. She stuck a stinky banana in Elder Ortons luggage, so he sent her a package of rotten, month old bananas... Me and Elder Gines are working on a candy theme. We have a box of runts.. with only bananas in it.. and some other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We also want to bake some banana bread with a whole banana in the middle.... peal and all.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Should be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-7907986474369592191?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/7907986474369592191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-i-know-one-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7907986474369592191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7907986474369592191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-i-know-one-thing.html' title='Well, I know one thing...'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-2170927012701367571</id><published>2010-05-04T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:48:19.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Named Him Pikachu</title><content type='html'>We found a mouse on the side of the road the other day and he was sorta alive, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; move much. It was super cold. So I put him in a plastic bag and I stuck him in my coat. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt; going in yet... so i contacted some people with a mouse in my pocket. and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have a clue. It was perfect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-2170927012701367571?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/2170927012701367571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-named-him-pikachu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2170927012701367571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2170927012701367571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-named-him-pikachu.html' title='We Named Him Pikachu'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4646940034322256878</id><published>2010-05-04T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:47:26.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>This Letter Will Be a Figurative Slap</title><content type='html'>Some times you have to give up everything for the pearl of great price. Matthew 13:45,46 or something...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4646940034322256878?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4646940034322256878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-letter-will-be-figurative-slap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4646940034322256878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4646940034322256878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-letter-will-be-figurative-slap.html' title='This Letter Will Be a Figurative Slap'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-7192667238739597951</id><published>2010-05-04T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:46:44.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>August 5th</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Easter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;.. apparently a holiday in Canada where they close down all the stores.... Canada is so lazy.. It also happened to be my 8 month mark of when I came to Canada. Great, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; 8 eh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-7192667238739597951?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/7192667238739597951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/august-5th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7192667238739597951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7192667238739597951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/august-5th.html' title='August 5th'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4666533704386441518</id><published>2010-05-04T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:40:09.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>There is this crazy kid next to me</title><content type='html'>There is this crazy kid next to me that is playing a video game and banging on his little keyboard.. He is really getting into it. I have been staring right at him for 3 minutes and he hasnt even noticed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who brings their kid to the library to play VIDEO GAMES! i mean, i love video games, but that just makes a mockery of everything i library stands for...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4666533704386441518?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4666533704386441518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-is-this-crazy-kid-next-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4666533704386441518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4666533704386441518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-is-this-crazy-kid-next-to-me.html' title='There is this crazy kid next to me'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-7271555784839724475</id><published>2010-05-04T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:39:19.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Elder Bot</title><content type='html'>Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Palica&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poopie&lt;/span&gt; the whole first part of the week. I was just mad at him for like 2 days, and if he HAD emotion he would have been mad at me too. Just for those 2 days he completely changed! He just did a whole 180! SO stupid. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; joke around with me and was basically telling me that he was the epitome of obedience, which was like saying that I disobedient. I was just ticked at him. He was so arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i found out that he was keeping tally marks in his planner of how many times he had a violent thought towards me... one day it was like 7! holly freak! this kid is nuts! i thought i was gonna die.. it was really creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is like one of those unstable kids that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to mess with because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know what will make them snap... It really got me to think about the whole 'robots getting a mind of their own and become violent' cliche... Man!  I was kinda freaked out! i sleep in the same room as this kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all is well because i think he shut down and unplugged for a while. His RAM is back to normal, so hopefully no malfunction or crashes for a while. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Where's&lt;/span&gt; his operators manual?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-7271555784839724475?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/7271555784839724475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/elder-bot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7271555784839724475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7271555784839724475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/elder-bot.html' title='Elder Bot'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5537486409541786217</id><published>2010-05-04T14:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:33:36.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>So We Met a Man With One Leg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Elder Palica and I are getting along ok. He is a strange bird.. He never ceases to amaze/bug me. I just cant figure him out. its frustrating. He is very complex. A human compilation of 1000 different quirks, and at least half of them are irritating to me. But he is so quiet and hidden i can hardly tell. I pretty sure he went to Milfrod Academy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5537486409541786217?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5537486409541786217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-we-met-man-with-one-leg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5537486409541786217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5537486409541786217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-we-met-man-with-one-leg.html' title='So We Met a Man With One Leg'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4270408810633337370</id><published>2010-05-04T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:32:53.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>I Can Handle Henderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, me and Elder palica were tracting one night, and it was after 8:00 (when we are suposed to stop) so we were heading back to the car... and this whole week me and elder palica have been joking about baptizing the next ward pianist. because only 2 people play in this ward and i am pretty sure they learned only a little while ago, just so they COULD have someone play at church. So, not the greatest.. but im happy they are trying... anyway. We were walking back and we saw this guy playing the piano in his window.. For some reason i freaked out and was like We HAVE to talk to him! and elder palica didnt want to because it was late, but we did anyway. So we went it... and he invited us right it.  he then told us that "eveyone else" was already down stairs"... we were really confused.. and then he saw our name tags and realized who we were!. He thought we were friends of his daughters coming to her HOT TUB PARTY... i wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we got to talking with him and his wife and it went really well! we are going back this saturday.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they get baptized. then when people ask "how did you meet the missionaries" they can tell them "They came to our daughters hot tub party!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4270408810633337370?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4270408810633337370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-can-handle-henderson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4270408810633337370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4270408810633337370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-can-handle-henderson.html' title='I Can Handle Henderson'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4308310304602665725</id><published>2010-05-04T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:32:03.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is Only 3 Months Here</title><content type='html'>It is getting a bit warmer here.. but whenever i suggest spring is coming, the canadians all laugh at me. AHHH! what is wrong with this freaking country!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4308310304602665725?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4308310304602665725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-is-only-3-months-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4308310304602665725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4308310304602665725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-is-only-3-months-here.html' title='Summer is Only 3 Months Here'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4971532972229039514</id><published>2010-05-04T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:31:02.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>She Belives in Vampires</title><content type='html'>Man, as crazy and this ward is, i still love them. i feel connected to them because i know that they found the truth. I want to help people like that. So far.. not going so good. As far as i know Alice is still going to that stupid church... and Henderson has been a total failure.. nothing is coming from the work here. It is sad. people refuse to listen, but its still true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and elder palica have been talking about what it might be like in heaven when we see these people again. We tried to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thought, but maybe we are here to stand as witnesses that these people got their fare chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a dirty job, but somebodies got to do it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4971532972229039514?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4971532972229039514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-belives-in-vampires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4971532972229039514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4971532972229039514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-belives-in-vampires.html' title='She Belives in Vampires'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6322297152085978869</id><published>2010-05-04T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:30:00.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Poor Kid. He Tries Too Hard.</title><content type='html'>We found this guys blackberry on the ground this week. When we gave it back to him we commited him to come to church (instead of giving us 20 dollars like he wanted). But he didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, aparently, some crazy lady is tracting in our area and giving out pass along cards and pamphlets, because we talked to 2 people the other day that said someone from our church was JUST there. But no one would tract our area... One lady discribed her as a "lady (without a name tag) by herself"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have named her the "Lone Tracter" or "Phantom Tracter"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6322297152085978869?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6322297152085978869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/poor-kid-he-tries-too-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6322297152085978869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6322297152085978869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/05/poor-kid-he-tries-too-hard.html' title='Poor Kid. He Tries Too Hard.'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6748812003460090246</id><published>2010-02-16T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:10:10.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Happy Louie Riel Day!</title><content type='html'>I didnt write yesterday because it was a holiday... a holiday celebrating the first traitor of Canada... Louie Real day... Its like having a Benedict Arnold day... NO JOKE!  And its bigger Thanksgiving! Everything was shutdown! So lame. What is up with Canada!?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6748812003460090246?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6748812003460090246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-louie-real-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6748812003460090246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6748812003460090246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-louie-real-day.html' title='Happy Louie Riel Day!'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8198790653613673701</id><published>2010-02-16T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:07:13.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>A Note to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello blog readers. Some of you are friends, some enemies. some of you are avid fans, others, deranged stalkers. But no matter who you are, I know you are all feeling the pain from my lack of blogging lately. So let me just say "Sorry for my lack of blogging lately". It's not because Ihaven't had anything to blog about. but its because I spend all my computer time writing people! Crazy stuff HAS happened!. and it continues to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I sliced a less-active members hand open with a sword. That was crazy! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Then last week, I got a call from a drunk, less-active, native woman who I have NEVER met... She told me she was going into surgery and that she was going to die and that she would miss me. She also told me that she loved me and thought about me, and the church, everyday... Again... Never met her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So some good stuff. But just no time to write about it! I think I'll just tell the best stuff to my family and let them blog parts of me emails from now on. That seems easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I just want you to know, I love YOU all. And I do think of all of you everyday. individually. Even those of you I have never met, or cant remember... Like a drunk native...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Liechty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8198790653613673701?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8198790653613673701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/02/note-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8198790653613673701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8198790653613673701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/02/note-to-you.html' title='A Note to You'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-137886053573667922</id><published>2010-01-04T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:08:56.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>You've Only Got One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;There are a lot of reasons Canada is different than the U.S.A. but I think one of the most significant is that sometimes we have 3 suns... and you've only got one...  I woke up the other day... noticed that there were two suns in the sky! I asked Elder Chubak about it and he told me to check the other side of the sun... and there was a 3rd one!  Thats right. 3 suns. Also known as "Sun Dogs". I dont know why we have 3. We just do.. and no offense, but it is much cooler than one.  What's that? Pics or it didn't happen?  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/S_GiA7tTZgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mwfdfg0c9LQ/s1600/PC280251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/S_GiA7tTZgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mwfdfg0c9LQ/s320/PC280251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472333159143269890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/S_GhlJdILuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pnEhyKjP0TU/s1600/PC280250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/S_GhlJdILuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pnEhyKjP0TU/s320/PC280250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472332681797185250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/S_GgrnQ7NkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/lGfvW8eWP04/s1600/PC280249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/S_GgrnQ7NkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/lGfvW8eWP04/s320/PC280249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472331693366654530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;So there's your proof... But I still don't understand.. If we have 3, why is it so much feaking colder up here! &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-137886053573667922?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/137886053573667922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/01/youve-only-got-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/137886053573667922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/137886053573667922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2010/01/youve-only-got-one.html' title='You&apos;ve Only Got One?'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/S_GiA7tTZgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mwfdfg0c9LQ/s72-c/PC280251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5099592413820618674</id><published>2009-12-14T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:08:22.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Mention I'm Busing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;That's right. They took away my car. But I don't care! The Transit system is the most interesting thing. We will jump on a bus one minute (and I have no clue where we are going, this being my new area and all) and the next thing I know, we are at the right place at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not without its cons. We will often get stuck waiting for a bus for 15 minutes. And its freaking cold outside! Every time that happens, I want to chop off my toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one time, we jumped on the wrong bus... 1hr and 20 min later we got off that wrong bus and walked the rest of the way to our dinner appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is that second door.. Not the front one you get on, But the one in the back. My new Comp., Elder Chubak, told me that a lot of people have trouble with them because the button you are supposed to press is heat sensored, and they don't know that. Plus they close so in like 2 seconds and the bus driver dosen't check to see if everyone is off because he has stops to get to on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... one time, Elder Chubak, and I was right behind him, but a little too slow, and the door shut. So I took off my glove, thinking I was so smart, and pressed the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it didn't work and the bus drove off with me in it... No worries tho. I just got off at the next stop and he had to run to catch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what happened, and he told me that SOME of them were ones you had to press hard, and not heat sensors... You think he would have mentioned that sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5099592413820618674?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5099592413820618674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/12/did-i-mention-im-bussing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5099592413820618674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5099592413820618674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/12/did-i-mention-im-bussing.html' title='Did I Mention I&apos;m Busing?'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5962949743521682703</id><published>2009-12-14T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:50:43.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Don't Expect any Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;My camera sucks. It records sound... but won't play it back. I has a little black dot in the lens that is always there and shows up in all my pictures... And if that wasn't bad enough... the other day... it made me want to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through the manual, trying to figure out how to get the sound to play back, and found out how to use the menu a little better... So I was looking around and saw a little button that said Format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to think... "Hey, I have some pictures from other peoples camera that wont show up on my screen... Possibly because they are in the wrong Format.. maybe this will fix that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous last words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ENTIRE memory card is wiped clean... That is what FORMAT does. It DOSEN'T format the pictures.. IT ERASES THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH!!!!! 5 months of my mission.. GONE, in a puff of smoke... So don't expect any photos soon... Or ever. I feel like giving up on taking pictures.. My anger is coming back as a write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my journal, my pictures were the pride and joy of my mission so far! I have gone through them countless times, choosing which ones deserved to stay, and smiling and laughing at the memories... which are now gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I am having Jeffery send my his card, so that I can recover as many pictures as possible.  For anyone who doesn't know, formatting and deleting don't actually remove the pictures from the card, they just remove them from the directory.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5962949743521682703?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5962949743521682703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-expect-any-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5962949743521682703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5962949743521682703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-expect-any-pictures.html' title='Don&apos;t Expect any Pictures'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5629879682497153522</id><published>2009-12-07T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:47:39.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>With Thankful Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;This Thanksgiving was hard. With Elder Orton sick, I had nothing to do all week but think of you. Think of family and friends and everyone getting together.. and how I don't get to be a part of it.  But as we sat around Brother Zaharchuck's (our Ward Mission leader) table, he asked us "What is it your Thankful for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments were full of my family and the gospel. but as we went around, the missionaries who had been out longer than me spoke of the blessing it was to be here with them, to be in Brandon. And that got me thinking... I looked over at the missionaries, who were on one side of the table. They had all left family behind, they had all made the same sacrifice. Then I looked over at the other end of the table. At the Zaharchucks and the Craigs. They had given us so much. They had given the Lord so much. And they loved us enough, to invite us over to celebrate American Thanksgiving.. Huge feast and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt blessed. And I didn't miss home anymore. While I'm away, where ever I go, the ward will be my family. And I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5629879682497153522?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5629879682497153522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-thankful-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5629879682497153522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5629879682497153522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-thankful-hearts.html' title='With Thankful Hearts'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5165603229530124250</id><published>2009-12-07T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:35:45.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VICTORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Picture coming soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I killed the Part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5165603229530124250?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5165603229530124250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/12/victory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5165603229530124250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5165603229530124250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/12/victory.html' title='VICTORY'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8764751409031339465</id><published>2009-12-07T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:34:58.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Bizzy, the First Nation Sensation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week me and Elder Orton beat boxed with a drunk native.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Video coming soon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8764751409031339465?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8764751409031339465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/12/bizzy-first-nation-sensation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8764751409031339465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8764751409031339465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/12/bizzy-first-nation-sensation.html' title='Bizzy, the First Nation Sensation'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-2391570498188879727</id><published>2009-11-02T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:17:34.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELDER ORTON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Transfer calls come at random... I was told they used to come at night on Tuesdays.. but not anymore. YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THEY'RE GONNA COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it just so happens they came, completely unexpected, on Monday night. If President asks you to put it on speaker phone, you know you are staying where you're at.. if not..say goodbye to your comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didnt ask for speaker phone this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Tieken is now a Zone Leader. Good for him. It was surprisingly sad to be split up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like my new comp a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serving with ELDER ORTON! Who would have thought I'd serve with an Orton. And what do you know? He's just like an Orton! Well.. really similar, in the way that he is CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is THE most popular missionary in the mission. He is know as being one of the most FUN companions ever. And he's a GOOD missionary! (sounds like an ORTON)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always gets along so good with the members and when he leaves, they always ask about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows every missionary and he know all the crazy stories about them. And now I do too. A few years ago, one of the sister missionaries tried to cast out a evil spirit from a drunk native by using the priesthood.. what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never "Liked" one of my companions before. Ive always "Tolerated" them. Who knew it would make such a difference! Im loving my mission right now! Me and Elder Orton are working hard AND having so much fun! I didnt know you could do both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin the Mish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-2391570498188879727?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/2391570498188879727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/11/elder-orton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2391570498188879727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2391570498188879727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/11/elder-orton.html' title='ELDER ORTON!'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-23938751596341219</id><published>2009-10-26T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:19:06.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Old Fart</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;I meet a lot of interesting people every day. So I have had a lot of interesting experiences. Some are crazy, others are scary, and some are just funny.  The other day we contacted this old man on the street. He either called us "Bible bumpers" or "Bible humpers". Both of which indicate that he is not interested.   So we start to ask him if he know anyone in the area that could use any help or service. He goes on to tell us about one of his friends who is too indipendent to accept help. As he does so, he starts to fart every step he takes..   Two things factor in:  He is old and can't hear, so he probably thinks they are silent.  And, he is old and can't control his bowels.  But he just continues to talk like nothing is happening, and I am trying SO hard not to  bust up laughing.  Elder Tieken turns to me and starts to smile and I have to turn around at this point because I cant hide it anymore and tears are coming to my eyes.  When he finally leaves, we both took a moment to relieve our laughter, and get back to contacting.  All in a days work as a Missionary in the Canada Winipeg mission.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-23938751596341219?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/23938751596341219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-fart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/23938751596341219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/23938751596341219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-fart.html' title='Old Fart'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-2240120180993617801</id><published>2009-10-19T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:02:16.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch This Guy!</title><content type='html'>I hate driving in Canada! All these Canadians are too 'brave'! The pedestrans dont follow the same rule we do in America, where, if something is Bigger, Stronger, and Faster than you, you GET OUT THE WAY STUPID! I guess they've never heard that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt help that Elder Tieken uses vague, unidentifiable phrases like, "Watch this guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving down the road about 60ks an hour, and it was pitch black and all I could see were the bright headlights of the cars going the opposit way. Then all of the sudden, Elder Tieken sits up straight in his seat and says "Watch this guy". The way he said it, I thought he meant that the car in front of us was about to do something interesting.. So I watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said it louder "Watch this guy!" But I WAS watching, and nothing was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch him, watch him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What!?" I finally yell. He wasnt doing anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one I understood. I slammed on the breaks a stopped right as this fat Canadian walked in front of my car, not even flinching or missing a step. I almost killed him! All because Elder Tieken told me to "Watch this guy"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out they always walk in front of cars... They just assume the driver will stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-2240120180993617801?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/2240120180993617801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-this-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2240120180993617801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2240120180993617801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-this-guy.html' title='Watch This Guy!'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8905505145068017202</id><published>2009-10-12T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:30:20.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Canadian 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is wildly thought that "Canadian" and "English" are the same language, there are some differences in the most basic forms of communication. Here is a guide that will help you understand any foreigners you may come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Words and Definitions~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper - NOUN: A meal that is eaten at the end of the day. takes place after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - NOUN: The meal between breakfast and supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washroom - NOUN: A place to relieve one's waist, similar to the American "Bathroom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone - VERB: The act of communicating with someone on a telephonic device. "I'll phone you later." Tenses; Phone, Phoning, Phoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call - VERB: The act of visiting or re-visiting someones home. "You can call back next week." Tenses; Call, Calling, Called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yous - PRONOUN: The plural form of the word 'You'. "Where are yous headed this evening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? - ???: A meaningless statement added to the end of a sentence to either indicate that you are asking a question or that you are waiting for input. A slang form of the word, "Hey?", is comonly used with the younger generation to show their defiance and deviance from their parents. Unfortunately the difference in pronunciation is negligable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Grammer~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vowels are: A, E, I, O, U, and sometimes G, Like in Flag, Bag, Tag, and Rag. The G will make the normaly, soft 'a' a hard 'A'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign words (especially Spanish) are ALWAYS pronounce phonetically. Exp. 'Jealopeno' = 'Ja-la-pen-no', 'Pasta' = 'P-Ah-sta'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rule of thumb, the letter 'O' is always pronounce different than the american 'O' in a fetal attempt to further distance themselves from their (American) culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow this guide, and the next time you meet a Canadian, you should be able to communicate well enough to send them back to Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8905505145068017202?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8905505145068017202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/10/canadian-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8905505145068017202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8905505145068017202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/10/canadian-101.html' title='Canadian 101'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6184764745845063733</id><published>2009-10-11T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:22:43.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>I Swallowed a Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/StIh12tnjNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/q9UoOuiw3aU/s1600-h/I+Swallowed+a+Fly+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/StIh12tnjNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/q9UoOuiw3aU/s320/I+Swallowed+a+Fly+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391408913019538642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There once was a missionary who swallowed a fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/StIhr14XtXI/AAAAAAAAAfM/88A2brzQ_aQ/s1600-h/I+Swallowed+a+Fly+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/StIhr14XtXI/AAAAAAAAAfM/88A2brzQ_aQ/s320/I+Swallowed+a+Fly+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391408740997510514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why he swallowed a fly...  I guess he'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6184764745845063733?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6184764745845063733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-swallowed-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6184764745845063733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6184764745845063733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-swallowed-fly.html' title='I Swallowed a Fly'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/StIh12tnjNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/q9UoOuiw3aU/s72-c/I+Swallowed+a+Fly+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5485381639861471315</id><published>2009-10-11T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:04:13.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>MTC Banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When Sister Horning found out you could take fruit out of the MTC cafeteria... she went insane.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was always a banana hidden around the class room. On the chalk board, in the drinking fountain, in my bag... 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Good for him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He finally made it to the field. And he is one of the best missionaries I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/StIccZXKjMI/AAAAAAAAAes/qaavvtiJSGw/s1600-h/MTC+Banana+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/StIccZXKjMI/AAAAAAAAAes/qaavvtiJSGw/s320/MTC+Banana+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391402978085866690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5485381639861471315?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5485381639861471315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/10/mtc-banana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5485381639861471315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5485381639861471315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/10/mtc-banana.html' title='MTC Banana'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/StIdaMi_TgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VzMJ3Nrw1h0/s72-c/MTC+Banana+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-1781221000005022550</id><published>2009-09-15T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:48:42.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>The Rock Pit</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;We went out to Souris this P-day. They told us we were going to the rock pit! Apparently it is this amazing place where there are all these rare rocks that you get to find and take home!  Not to mention, that because of the rain, there were tons of pits of quicksand out there. They told us we would try to find some.  I was so excited.   And then we got there... and the place fit the name... It was a pit... with rocks in it.  It really was a junk yard. There were broken down cars littering one half of it, and giant piles of rocks filled the other...   For about an hour we dug through piles of rocks.   What am I even going to do with the rocks I found? keep them my whole mission? They aren't even rare!   We were told we could keep 25 pounds of rocks. Who would keep that much junk! Canada is so lame. They dig in the dirt for fun.  What a great P-Day.  The rock pit... &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-1781221000005022550?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/1781221000005022550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/09/rock-pit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1781221000005022550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1781221000005022550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/09/rock-pit.html' title='The Rock Pit'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4016095836172300453</id><published>2009-09-08T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:32:56.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Halava</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;One word... HALAVA... look it up&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4016095836172300453?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4016095836172300453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/09/halava.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4016095836172300453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4016095836172300453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/09/halava.html' title='Halava'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6454672805582798567</id><published>2009-08-24T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:38:40.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imigrant</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;We saw a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt; man walking on the other side of the street and Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tieken&lt;/span&gt; said we should talk to him. So we walk over there with our ties and name tags, and when he sees us he ducks his head and starts walking fast...  Then Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tieken&lt;/span&gt; calls out "Excuse me" or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; like that... and the guy bolts.  He runs down the street to the nearest door, jumps inside, and slams it shut...  At first we were really confused... then we figure it out.  He thought we were from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Immigration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6454672805582798567?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6454672805582798567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/08/imigrant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6454672805582798567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6454672805582798567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/08/imigrant.html' title='Imigrant'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-3055738335890127660</id><published>2009-08-21T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:01:25.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Thats More Like It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;6:00 on Saturdays we play volley ball with the investigators. But we could only stay for a bit because we had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; at 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 rolls around... and 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; people come up to us and ask if they can join... and one of them speaks fluent English and Chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to understand the value of that Chinese young man. We have 3 Chinese investigators right now, all of which are showing potential... none of which speak very good English. We can only communicate on a basic level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we got that young man to investigate the Church... it could lead to big things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked to Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tieken&lt;/span&gt;. We still had to change and go pick up the member that was going to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...5 more minutes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes pass... and we really have to go. We leave it up to the other Elders to handle.. and run for the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sprinting and jumping over fences and driving like mad! When we got into the apartment, we still had muddy sand on our feet. we jumped in the tub and took turns washing our feet and got dressed in 2 min. flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired when we finally got ready and jumped back into the car... but the whole time I had a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I had imagined missionary work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a Missionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-3055738335890127660?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/3055738335890127660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-thats-more-like-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3055738335890127660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3055738335890127660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-thats-more-like-it.html' title='Now Thats More Like It'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8162439938060727142</id><published>2009-08-17T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:16:38.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>The Soup Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Every week we go and volunteer at a soup kitchen for service. Most of the people that work there look like they should be eating there... and a lot of the people that eat there look like they shouldn't... but whatever. It's not my place to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there early so we can eat before we work. The food is usually pretty bad. I have to portion it out so I don't eat all the bearable stuff and get left with a pile of uneatable stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we help clean up. I cleaned my station and then went to go and put some left over lettuce in the freezer. When i walked in, the door closed behind me... and I couldn't open it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about all the stories I had heard of people dieing in locked freezers, and started to panic. I tried pulling the knob and pushing the knob and kicking the knob.. but nothing was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw there was a panic button so I started to push it.. and waited. and waited... but no one was coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the end. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. So I decided to try the nob one more time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it twists the other way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries... it's all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8162439938060727142?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8162439938060727142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/08/soup-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8162439938060727142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8162439938060727142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/08/soup-kitchen.html' title='The Soup Kitchen'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5809400072383238053</id><published>2009-08-10T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:12:26.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Winnipeg</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Since I have been in Canada, I have...  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Been assigned a Trainer (Elder Tieken) &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Been assigned to an Area (Brandon West) &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Been assigned to be DESIGNATED DRIVER! &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Drove too fast (Got scolded by a sister missionary) &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Stopped at a Green light (Got yelled at by a Winnipeger) &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Drove too slow (Got weird looks from a Winnipeger) &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Ran a red light (Got laughed at by my Comp.) &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Drove 2 hours! &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Saw a man get Tased &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Saw one of my Investigators get Maced &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Worked at a soup Kitchen &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Assisted Elder T in breaking into an apartment. &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;And bought a Kinder Egg.  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;I love Canada&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5809400072383238053?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5809400072383238053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/08/winnipeg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5809400072383238053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5809400072383238053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/08/winnipeg.html' title='Winnipeg'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-1100631076440197771</id><published>2009-08-05T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:36:42.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Well I made it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;I walked out of the imigration office on to the main floor... and it was a different world! the noises the people the colors. It was really strange. We packed into the car with the Mission Prez and drove off to the mission home for dinner. The neighborhood is so nice. It actaully feels kinda like home.&lt;br /&gt;SO the city is crazy... but the suburbs are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I can say for now. P-days are on mondays. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to send me something it HAS to go to this adress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Canada Winnipeg Mission&lt;br /&gt;Elder Jeffery Liechty&lt;br /&gt;845 Shaftesbury Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Winnipeg, MB R3P OM5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mission name HAS to come before my name. OR ELSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Email:  Jeffery.Liechty@mldsmail.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-1100631076440197771?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/1100631076440197771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-i-made-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1100631076440197771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1100631076440197771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-i-made-it.html' title='Well I made it!'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8967337292933543674</id><published>2009-07-30T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:14:22.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Sleepy Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;We were in the TRC, Elder C and I, and we were teaching this cute old lady about the plan of salvation. She started out really interested in the message and loved when I shared a story about my baptism, but it was really warm in that room... and she was very old.  Soon her eyes started to droop and her head was slipping forward. I had to do something! "Janet (that was her name) We would like to invite you to be baptised into the curch of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, by the proper athourity of the preisthood." Its all I could think of to say... And it worked. It got her talking and we set her date for 2 weeks later. Then we wanted to end with a prayer. I knew she wouldn't make it. Halfway through I sneaked a peek to see if she was asleep again. the prayer ended and as loud as I reverently could I said "AMEN!" That did the trick. Just another day in the MTC.  Now if only she was a REAL investigator.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8967337292933543674?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8967337292933543674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepy-grandma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8967337292933543674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8967337292933543674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepy-grandma.html' title='Sleepy Grandma'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4374178564878398155</id><published>2009-07-27T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:22:38.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>The District</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My district is awesome.   Sister Marble, Sister Horning, Sister Brodrick, Sister Drake. Those are the Sisters.  Elder Bertram, Elder Felix, Elder Gandolf, Elder Presgrove, and Elder "C"... You know him. Those are the Elders.  Sister Marble and Horning are converts, and I think Sister Brodrick too. They are all awesome and their testimonies are stronger than mine. But I do alright. Sister Horning kills me. She reminds me of Mckay. I love cool sister missionaries.  The Elders are cool too, with one exception... But thats ok.  We are all really good friends and goof all the time. But never Goof-off. We are hard workers and we will convert the world! LOOK OUT CANADA! (And Provo. Elder Bertram, Gandolf, and Presgrove are going to Provo... or are already here... I guess.)  We are the greatest District in this Dispensation!!!  P.S. Elder Gandolf's Grandfather started Gandolfos!!! Awesome huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jeffery's Email:  Jeffery.Liechty@myldsmail.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Elder Liechty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MTC Mailbox #225&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can - Win 0805&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2005 N 900 E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Provo, UT 84604-1793&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4374178564878398155?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4374178564878398155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/district.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4374178564878398155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4374178564878398155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/district.html' title='The District'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-234798586484526868</id><published>2009-07-27T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:29:11.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Elder  "C" has Mono</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; am sitting in my room, and I am supposed to be out at the gym playing volleyball with the rest of the FUN Elders and Sisters in my district.  But I have to be with my comp... and my comp has MONO!  That's right.  The Kissing disease.  He is a freaking nerd!  Who would kiss him?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guy's, Elder C is killing me.  Every day he does something I have to write down.  I am filling my notebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Elder C reminds me of Bryan B.  He spouts off useless info.  But unlike B.B., it's uninteresting and annoying!  And he keeps telling everyone how he went to the doctor for hay fever!  It is the lamest story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, he's been sick forever now.  So today we went to the Health Clinic and they sent us to the Health Center.  We had to walk all the way to it, accross the street from the MTC.  We got there and the doctor tried to do a strep test on him... but he couldn't.  Elder poopie pants would pull away and start to cry every time.  The doctor tried 8 times before he gave up, so they took his blood instead.  They gave  him a mask (in case he caught the swine) until they could get his results back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then we left with his meds and went to dinner (BTW, I missed class for this.  I have to study lesson 1 on my own).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He never took his mask off, even though he could.  He likes it when people ask about it.  I don't care.  In fact, I encourage it.  I don't want to have to smell his breath anyway (it still gets through).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The only problem?  With the mask on he breaths really loudly!  And makes little whining noises!  Some one take him away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold;" wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Excerpts From The Notebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Elder C tells his 'Hay Fever' story to everyone (I think he has it memorized word for word)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Elder C hasn't showered since we got here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Elder C exercises in his church shoes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Elder C speaks to his body parts, example:  My stomach is like 'Now Way'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Elder C called hiimself (and I quote) 'an artsy-craty kind of dude'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Elder C always leans over to see what I'm doing when I lean over to get something from under my chair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Elder C has 3 saxophones.  He claims they are worth 24,000 dollars."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Edler C thinks no one in our room snores.  He's wrong.  He does."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Elder C always walks about 2 feet behind me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Elder C has awesome hand writing, but he smells like bad breath (not his breath, his whole body)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ender C has mono!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Footnote from the editor (Dad):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think elder "C" is a blessing to Jeffery, and I am grateful for him.  I know Jeffery will learn compassion and unconditional love eventually.  Heaven knows I've had to learn it raising him!  Can't wait to hear his comments 2 years from now when he has been sufficiently humbled.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-234798586484526868?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/234798586484526868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/elder-c-has-mono.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/234798586484526868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/234798586484526868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/elder-c-has-mono.html' title='Elder  &quot;C&quot; has Mono'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4201629410829400472</id><published>2009-07-27T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:34:38.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>I Made It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sm5xTfAHicI/AAAAAAAAAeU/HZHZd92djCw/s1600-h/IMG_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sm5xTfAHicI/AAAAAAAAAeU/HZHZd92djCw/s320/IMG_1066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363348785798285762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to lunch alone.  I was looking around for people I knew.  I saw "look alikes," but no "real deals."  I felt like I was in a new school with no friends.  I got a sandwich with fries and an apple and water, but I was so frazzled and "trying too hard not to look lost" that I didn't get ketchup.  I ate dry fries.  They were gross.  I wasn't hungry anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4201629410829400472?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4201629410829400472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4201629410829400472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4201629410829400472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-made-it.html' title='I Made It!'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sm5xTfAHicI/AAAAAAAAAeU/HZHZd92djCw/s72-c/IMG_1066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6777298096825007533</id><published>2009-07-15T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:53:54.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Now It's My Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sjq_F_TeRVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_A6ynH7B_Co/s1600-h/Mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sjq_F_TeRVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_A6ynH7B_Co/s400/Mike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348797617069245778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sjq-EqEOFHI/AAAAAAAAAbM/cnD-AwkSeCc/s1600-h/Sam+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sjq-EqEOFHI/AAAAAAAAAbM/cnD-AwkSeCc/s400/Sam+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348796494676628594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sjq-EhvCVmI/AAAAAAAAAbU/sisQuvBp-uA/s1600-h/Jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sjq-EhvCVmI/AAAAAAAAAbU/sisQuvBp-uA/s400/Jeff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348796492440295010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6777298096825007533?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6777298096825007533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-its-my-turn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6777298096825007533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6777298096825007533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-its-my-turn.html' title='Now It&apos;s My Turn'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sjq_F_TeRVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_A6ynH7B_Co/s72-c/Mike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5902779184745975850</id><published>2009-07-14T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:51:53.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Day'/><title type='text'>The Cart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Parker found this Shopping Cart by a dumpster and brought it over to the Orton's one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...RaVoe didn't want it ...My mom didn't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And It started a War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sl0jMm08nfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dJ7ycf7erco/s1600-h/Rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sl0jMm08nfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dJ7ycf7erco/s320/Rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358477831128784370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sl0jM-HsIDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Kq92CVlr7kw/s1600-h/Bed+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sl0jM-HsIDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Kq92CVlr7kw/s320/Bed+Room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358477837381410866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sl0jM0jRr0I/AAAAAAAAAeM/_m8vTXXDzw8/s1600-h/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sl0jM0jRr0I/AAAAAAAAAeM/_m8vTXXDzw8/s320/Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358477834812763970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed it back and fourth from my house to the Orton's for a while, but we wanted to make sure it stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rocks didn't work, and the next day Parker found it in his bed room, in draper, in his apartment, 3 stories up (and his apartment doesn't have an elevator).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tied it to their tree, and they tied it to Parker's truck. And when we tried to bring it back... we were ambushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gun shots were fired from the roof and the cart was lost in their yard. But with some stealth and some quick movements, we retrieved it so we could try again another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen it since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may never know what happened. And the war will never be finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5902779184745975850?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5902779184745975850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/cart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5902779184745975850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5902779184745975850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/cart.html' title='The Cart'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sl0jMm08nfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dJ7ycf7erco/s72-c/Rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4252518225659138987</id><published>2009-07-05T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:52:16.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Blogging by Proxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 14th. That is my last true day with my computer. I will no longer be able to update my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have no fear! My dad will be posting things from my emails. So this blog will continue to update itself. So don't stop visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, and will see you in 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4252518225659138987?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4252518225659138987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogging-by-proxy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4252518225659138987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4252518225659138987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogging-by-proxy.html' title='Blogging by Proxy'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-7829363961325042182</id><published>2009-07-03T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:47:04.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Upward Over the Mountain</title><content type='html'>We climbed a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off so innocent. "This will be fun!" we thought. "It doesn't look that bad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sk5fzOshS6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/-dgUgf91I5E/s1600-h/IMG_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sk5fzOshS6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/-dgUgf91I5E/s320/IMG_0566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354322340712893346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different parts of that mountain can be divided into two groups. Steep, and less steep. The first part was steep. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; steep. We got tired fast and Cory wanted to give up. But me and Kim wouldn't let him. We could still see these girls sitting on their tramp. We could not give up that easily. We kept going and eventually it got a little less steep. We continued past a barbed wire fence and up a ravine until we found a trail. I don't know where this trail starts, but it went farther up the mountain, and we were tired of being bushwhacked. So we followed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It led to a gorgeous look out area next to the rock formation Kim calls "The Gorilla".  This is where Kim wanted to turn around. She was tired, and I later found out she had huge blisters. But now Cory wanted to keep going. And standing on the top of a mountain was on my list. So I wouldn't let myself stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hot and sticky and dirty and tired as heck. Our legs wanted to give out at this point. so we sat in the shade for a while. After a rest, we walked for a long time, and continued, even after the trail ended. We saw a para glider flying over our heads. They must have come from Timp. It was cool to see, and we all wished we were in their place. To fly instead of walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sk5fzy-2-SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/In8N5V2KYm0/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sk5fzy-2-SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/In8N5V2KYm0/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354322350453487906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stopped to rest in the shade... and Kim and Cory couldn't take it any more. For about the last 2 miles we kept telling ourselves that we were more than hallway, but the truth was that we were probably just barley half way, if even that. But I wouldn't give up. They said they would sit there and watch me. So I left my stuff (only taking a water bottle) and ran. I ran for a while. Even when the bushes turned to trees, I ran and dodged their branches. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sk5f0exL23I/AAAAAAAAAdU/Cn4WGDADZPw/s1600-h/IMG_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sk5f0exL23I/AAAAAAAAAdU/Cn4WGDADZPw/s320/IMG_0556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354322362207296370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the trees got to close together that I could no longer run, or even move much. So I fought through them and broke out into the beautiful gully. It wasn't filled with gross dry bushes and brush. It had lush trees and flowers and greenery. It was an amazing sight. It filled me with energy again, and a started to run up it. Then I heard them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeffery!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called back and they asked where I was. It would have been hard to explain, even if I wasn't yelling and trying to enunciate each word. Finally I threw a stick in the air so they could locate me. When they saw it, they told me to stay put. I heard them traipsing through the trees loudly, and then I saw them. They came up the gully to where I was. I figured they had decided they didn't want to miss out on this great experience. I was wrong. They sat there and tried to convince me to come down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I couldn't. I was so close, and it had been my dream for a long time. They said they couldn't leave without me. I said I couldn't leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sk5lJ_KZxAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Vm60TDG3pf0/s1600-h/IMG_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sk5lJ_KZxAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Vm60TDG3pf0/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354328229238391810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they came with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pretty stubborn person. But usually just for myself. I said I would do it, so I have to do it. I didn't care if they came. It wasn't their dream. I realize that, and told them they could go. I had my cell phone with me. But they refused. They would be too worried about me. Good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gully got fuller of bushes as we went up, and when we finally pushed our way out, we entered a little Vally surrounded by cliffs and trees. The only way up was through a steep hill will of trees. At least we had branches to hold on to as we climbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after this trek, we were on top of this hill... that led to the final hill. This was it. The last stint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem was.. The last hill was steeper than anything we had climbed yet and was riddled with bushes. And not the fun leafy bushes. these were thick and sharp. And Cory and Kim gave up. They deiced that they could watch me from their hill. I said fine, and ran off agian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ran, the hill started to get steeper and steeper. My calves started to kill, and I have really strong calves. And the bushes were tearing me apart! I have blood running down my legs, and my arms were taking a beating too. Even my eyes weren't safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back now and wonder what the heck I was thinking. This was torture! And for what! That's how stubborn I am. I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am climbing and climbing and crawling through pushes because there is no trail, and it just keeps getting thicker. And I am listening to my music and a song comes on, and I remember the words that stuck out to me. "He took a step but then felt tired, he said 'I'll rest a little while'." (I did take a rest right then. It seemed appropriate.) "..But when he tried to walk again he wasn't a child." Then It get to this part where it says "This is all there is." and I turned around and It felt like I could see the whole world. It really is so beautiful up there. And it makes you realize how small you are. And how big the world is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I reached a wall of impassable bushes. There was literally no way around them from where I was. I would have had to double back... Then I get a text that tells "Come down!! My mom just called and said there were bears on the news up there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as news anchor bears scared me, I still felt it didn't justify me coming down. But I did. It was getting late and I didn't want to have to climb down in the dark. I replied "I hate this... I'm so close"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was defeated. The mountain beat me... and now it looked as if it might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was I going to get down? I was crawling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;up &lt;/span&gt;on my hands and knees. I couldn't do that on a downward slant... So I decided I had to just plow through the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't have hurt worse if I had thrown myself down the hill. I was being cut everywhere my skin was showing and my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I began to flop myself on top of the bushes and let my weight carry me down to the next bush. It worked ok. but I would never get down the whole mountain that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw another little ravine to my left. I dug my way out of the bushes and plopped into the grassy area. It was such a relief. But I still have quite a way to go... so a ran straight down. I ran down a mountain! Which is dangerous because I cliff could have jumped in front of me and I would have died. Just like that. Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear Kim and Cory yell ahead of me. Then the next minute, I heard them yelling behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran the fastest mile anyone have ever run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we found each other and we didn't even rest, even though I was struggling to stand. In my head I was thinking "Get me off this damn mountain!" (I would never say that out loud.. but some Orton is rubbing off on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the trip our legs were on "auto pilot" as Cory put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climb up? About 5 hours with roughly 6-7 breaks. The hike down? 1 hour. 1 break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped so Kim could change her shoes and drain her blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the bottom, we used the last of our energy to run to the golf course grass and fall right on our faces. Cory was kissing the ground. passionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laid there for a while, and it was one of the best moments of our lives. We were still hot and sticky, but we no longer had to walk. And right then, a gift from God. The sprinklers burst on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to see them. Without explaining myself to the other, I stripped down to my bare necessities, and ran through the freezing water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others followed closely after. No persuasion needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our hike. And we are proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't we be? We traveled through hell and survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sk5f0ry9LaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3uRYQQE1JTI/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sk5f0ry9LaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3uRYQQE1JTI/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354322365704383906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-7829363961325042182?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/7829363961325042182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/upward-over-mountain.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7829363961325042182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7829363961325042182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/07/upward-over-mountain.html' title='Upward Over the Mountain'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sk5fzOshS6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/-dgUgf91I5E/s72-c/IMG_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-7943421801668197788</id><published>2009-06-28T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:42:02.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>He Knows Best</title><content type='html'>I love my brother Adam. I'm closer to him than any of my other siblings and they would all agree. Which is strange, because a few years ago I was sure he hated me. I remember this frizzy haired boy that would lay with his head on the computer desk and listen to strange music, then occasionally wake up to punch me. And even through all that, I loved him most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time when eating dinner, just the two of us, he pretended to choke, then promptly passed out. I though he died. And it was my fault for not calling 911. I was traumatized. I cried for a long time. Even after he scared me by coming back from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things are different (for the most part) and for the last 3 years we have been good friends. And over those 3 years I have realized that his "strange music" is amazing. It's just amazing. Every band, every song, every lyric. I still learn that everyday. Some times I still doubt and I don't know why. Some times I think "Oh, I probably wont like them". WONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I realized I am in love with Rocky Votolato. There have always been some songs I liked of his, but I never check his other stuff out. And now I feel like I have wasted so much of my life by not knowing his greatness. Too little, too late, I guess. I will never doubt again. He knows best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-7943421801668197788?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/7943421801668197788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-knows-best.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7943421801668197788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7943421801668197788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-knows-best.html' title='He Knows Best'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8162214706472649156</id><published>2009-06-23T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:43:18.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>The Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Rides where flashy and too expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFP_D04JDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/75jgUjaBA00/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFP_D04JDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/75jgUjaBA00/s400/IMG_0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350645777070302258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFP_gns55I/AAAAAAAAAb0/kOaFYL48t1g/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFP_gns55I/AAAAAAAAAb0/kOaFYL48t1g/s400/IMG_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350645784799668114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was all deep fried and unhealthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFRU5u3q4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/10OYuIfY8zY/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFRU5u3q4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/10OYuIfY8zY/s400/IMG_0361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350647251829500802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFRVPYPrsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/--b28NucLTo/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFRVPYPrsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/--b28NucLTo/s400/IMG_0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350647257640185538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people were trashy, stoned, or just strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFVL-gmaQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/fb2UD0-REhk/s1600-h/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFVL-gmaQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/fb2UD0-REhk/s400/IMG_0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350651496539515138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFYSeuCN6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/nPm0kwISoAw/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFYSeuCN6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/nPm0kwISoAw/s400/IMG_0322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350654906799896482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFYSwJnkiI/AAAAAAAAAck/HWsOKWvdwqg/s1600-h/IMG_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFYSwJnkiI/AAAAAAAAAck/HWsOKWvdwqg/s400/IMG_0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350654911478993442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFZx4OIDVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MMAVhE_unwE/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFZx4OIDVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MMAVhE_unwE/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350656545732955474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8162214706472649156?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8162214706472649156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/carnival.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8162214706472649156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8162214706472649156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/carnival.html' title='The Carnival'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SkFP_D04JDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/75jgUjaBA00/s72-c/IMG_0376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-1646442747459166518</id><published>2009-06-19T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:26:44.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Day'/><title type='text'>Some Days...</title><content type='html'>Some days I feel like a day at the zoo. I wake up so excited! There are so many possibilities of how the day will turn out. It has so much potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get to the lions cage... and they just sit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then In the reptile house all the Snakes are hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hippo is just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just stand there and watch... willing the day to do something. And at the end of the day the lion still doesn't move the snakes are still hidden and the hippo is almost in tears.&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. You go home defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't always like that! When you were a kid, the lions moved! even if it was just a flick of its tail. The snakes were playful! Just it sticking out its tongue was a sign of that! And the hippo... well he was always sad. But you were just happy it was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my days could be like that again. Why don't we live them to the fullest like little kids? Its all in perception! And having a brighter perception of things is something I need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was to tell you two things, I am defiantly going to the zoo, and, spend less time on the computer and in your house alone! Everyday can be a day at the zoo, you just have to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Up beat songs have a way of brightening my day. Make a CD and just go for a drive with the windows down and see where you go. Have an adventure. That's a free tip. You don't even have to thank me for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-1646442747459166518?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/1646442747459166518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1646442747459166518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1646442747459166518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-days.html' title='Some Days...'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-1429161661309090532</id><published>2009-06-17T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:38:01.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><title type='text'>Another One Bites the Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SjCkjI_J0rI/AAAAAAAAAaE/TBXAznNiqek/s1600-h/sam+jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SjCkjI_J0rI/AAAAAAAAAaE/TBXAznNiqek/s400/sam+jeff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345953681303524018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to think that he was smiling under that mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacoma will be a better place now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-1429161661309090532?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/1429161661309090532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-one-bites-dust.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1429161661309090532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1429161661309090532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One Bites the Dust'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SjCkjI_J0rI/AAAAAAAAAaE/TBXAznNiqek/s72-c/sam+jeff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-1945485602532144421</id><published>2009-06-14T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:37:34.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WCG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite'/><title type='text'>WCG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SjXrmsPCO-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/2qa-bVkA_9Y/s1600-h/Rockafella%27d+at+birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SjXrmsPCO-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/2qa-bVkA_9Y/s400/Rockafella%27d+at+birth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347439182514109410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kings of the Gully.&lt;br /&gt;Rulers of Highland.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Rap Group.&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got 32 songs on 2 albums.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we go, all eyes are on us.&lt;br /&gt;And now were heading out to conquer the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the West Coast of Washington to the Tundras of Canada.&lt;br /&gt;From the Bell Towers of Notre Dame to the Ruins of The Inca City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All will know our name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the WCG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SjXrnLivKGI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B1CuPZ43j-U/s1600-h/IMG_2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SjXrnLivKGI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B1CuPZ43j-U/s400/IMG_2098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347439190918244450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-1945485602532144421?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/1945485602532144421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/wcg.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1945485602532144421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/1945485602532144421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/wcg.html' title='WCG'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/SjXrmsPCO-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/2qa-bVkA_9Y/s72-c/Rockafella%27d+at+birth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-7695046439985348360</id><published>2009-06-06T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:31:10.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zelda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Siq1uERdW-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/X7oAl-HAULo/s1600-h/Zelda+wii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Siq1uERdW-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/X7oAl-HAULo/s400/Zelda+wii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344283710854093794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Someday we will be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-7695046439985348360?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/7695046439985348360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7695046439985348360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/7695046439985348360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-love.html' title='My Love...'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Siq1uERdW-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/X7oAl-HAULo/s72-c/Zelda+wii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-4542959907631042637</id><published>2009-06-04T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:44:55.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Yesterday and Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give or take a few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yesterday we brought him home and today I love him even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sig37U3CyOI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UjcJcVbMY9M/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sig37U3CyOI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UjcJcVbMY9M/s400/IMG_0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343582450226481378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's getting to big so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yesterday my dad fixed my iPhone and today I missed you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Old forgotten text messages. (as they appear on my phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;My mom says my tonsils are green!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Tom:&lt;/b&gt; I'm coming&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;Still sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Yes. Its strep&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;You made me sick:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:  &lt;/b&gt;You shouldn't have touched me!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;I had to! I thought you where dead. But its really not that bad.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;I had it bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;I could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;1st day its ok but you know your sick... day two... you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;I had a 104 fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;Oh crap:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;which, on day 3, turned to 97 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;Well i haven't broke 100 but i just had the worst chill attack of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;If you have any amoxicillin i would take some. and you'll want some ibuprofen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;No, none of the weak stuff. We're going straight to morphine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;And you may have some crazy fever dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;Yes yes yes. I love them. Did you have um?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;yes, one during conference. it was weird. i don't ever really remember but i could hear all of the talks in my sleep and i think i made some of my own doctrine up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom:  &lt;/b&gt;lol sweet. i hope you wrote it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Me:&lt;/b&gt; yes, i think i'll start my own religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;Cool, can i join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Me: &lt;/b&gt;Yes, it will be HDS, hyrule defenders society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;oh...nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom:&lt;/b&gt; I want it to be called Coltymhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Me:&lt;/b&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;Thoes are my conditions. take them or leave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Coltyhms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom:&lt;/b&gt; Just go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Madison texted me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom:&lt;/b&gt; what did she say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; she said she missed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom:&lt;/b&gt; whats with the "?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom: &lt;/b&gt;what did you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom:&lt;/b&gt; and... was that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;she never answered back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom:&lt;/b&gt; cool cool. So did you just have a huge hug-fest after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; never heard from her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom:&lt;/b&gt; dang... she got married probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom:&lt;/b&gt; Not even and invite:( we should both text her something filled with anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Oooooo. filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom:&lt;/b&gt; or oozing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; yes yes! i would also like teaming... or steaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Tom:&lt;/b&gt; oh man, i'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We just get the one life, you know. Just one. You can't live som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eone else's or think it's more important just because it's more dramatic. What happens matters. May be only to us, but it matters. &lt;/span&gt;-Gwen (Ghost Town)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yesterday Cory left and today was so boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sig6JaefBzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ebVQkCYZKEk/s1600-h/Cory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sig6JaefBzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ebVQkCYZKEk/s400/Cory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343584891275511602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yesterday we talked about heart break and today I feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And you will want so much for them to like you and they just wont. And it will break your heart. And that will make your heart bigger..." &lt;/span&gt;-Lois (Malcolm in the Middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yesterday I saw UP and today I want to see it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sig7nqkrQVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/MmHiiWeuwKs/s1600-h/up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sig7nqkrQVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/MmHiiWeuwKs/s400/up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586510504149330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-4542959907631042637?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/4542959907631042637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-and-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4542959907631042637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/4542959907631042637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday and Today'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Sig37U3CyOI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UjcJcVbMY9M/s72-c/IMG_0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-6970596015014057076</id><published>2009-05-26T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:48:53.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Day'/><title type='text'>Good Days With You</title><content type='html'>Today we visited 'Dear Lizzie'. This is Me Kim's and Cory's hang out. I don't feel weird going in there anymore because the food is so good and no one looks at me funny because I'm sure they think I'm gay by now. We all had a good ol'time. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; of good times and plenty of Dizzy Lizzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3348/3221469404_700b9f93b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3348/3221469404_700b9f93b4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Today is truly a 3 post kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-6970596015014057076?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/6970596015014057076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-days-with-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6970596015014057076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/6970596015014057076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-days-with-you.html' title='Good Days With You'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3348/3221469404_700b9f93b4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-2600546075469256561</id><published>2009-05-26T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:50:08.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Get Excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;June 23rd. "Far"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Se3zpHLqckI/AAAAAAAAAJs/arMFeoddGxY/s1600-h/regina_spektor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Se3zpHLqckI/AAAAAAAAAJs/arMFeoddGxY/s320/regina_spektor4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327181821877318210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Se3z0g5C7PI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Mm1hUc3eVl8/s1600-h/regina-spektor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Se3z0g5C7PI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Mm1hUc3eVl8/s320/regina-spektor.jpg" alt="" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Se30aHeeElI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8yrPaRgn-BE/s1600-h/regina_spektor2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Se30aHeeElI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8yrPaRgn-BE/s320/regina_spektor2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327182663769789010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQItEHHAPiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQItEHHAPiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-2600546075469256561?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/2600546075469256561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-excited_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2600546075469256561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2600546075469256561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-excited_26.html' title='Get Excited'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9WVtfhFoAU/Se3zpHLqckI/AAAAAAAAAJs/arMFeoddGxY/s72-c/regina_spektor4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-3677387511921466407</id><published>2009-05-26T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:54:35.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite'/><title type='text'>Were All Laughing With God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b3489d96953cfe91" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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The first song off of Regina's new album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-3677387511921466407?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b3489d96953cfe91&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/3677387511921466407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-excited.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3677387511921466407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/3677387511921466407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-excited.html' title='Were All Laughing With God'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-2179568859868981406</id><published>2009-05-25T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:17:17.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's Not About That</title><content type='html'>Today I want to tell you about a philosophy I have come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people ruin their lives. I can see it happening all around me. If I were to ask them why their life sucked, some would blame other people or their circumstances. Well, it's not about that. And the ones that are wise enough to realize it will say, Its because I made bad decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I chose to get out of bed this morning, it was the right choice. That doesn't make it a good decision, just a 'right' one. Well, if I didn't get out of bed that would be wrong... but not necessarily bad. The good and the bad comes from our intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what makes or breaks your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Wrong, Good Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember, its easier to tell someone how to live their life then to live it yourself. Think before you speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-2179568859868981406?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/2179568859868981406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-about-that_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2179568859868981406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2179568859868981406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-about-that_25.html' title='It&apos;s Not About That'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-2852074819437885469</id><published>2009-05-20T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:48:35.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I Was Raised on Disney</title><content type='html'>I love Disney. Always have, always will. Their stories seem deeper to me than what others see them for. Maybe I read into things that aren't there, but I feel that no one has put as much passion into their movies as Disney. I am, of course, talking about the animated classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend Kimmie have made it a habit to re-visit our childhood through these movies every Monday. This week it was Tarzan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.the-reel-mccoy.com/movies/1999/images/tarzan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.the-reel-mccoy.com/movies/1999/images/tarzan2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It ended far too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was a kid, I found that I could watch all of these movies over and over without getting sick of them. This same rule applies even years later. If I owned a copy, I would be watching it again, right this minute. They are Masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have also found that I am always sad when the two hours are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the other hand, there are some (rare) Disney movies that I will never see. (Home on the Range... what the heck!?) They have, over the years, lost the passion. Thank goodness that Pixar still has theirs. And 'Up' comes out this week. defiantly gonna love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Disney? Let's hope &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6DmEgtibOg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; re-kindles something. I have high hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-2852074819437885469?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/2852074819437885469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-raised-on-disney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2852074819437885469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/2852074819437885469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-raised-on-disney.html' title='I Was Raised on Disney'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-5158373821037531276</id><published>2009-05-18T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:56:09.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>I got 70% of my mission stuff in one day... it's happening so fast... There are so many things I want to do before I leave. So many goals left unfinished. I decided I needed a list. Then I forgot. But now I remember and I'm blogging it so people will make sure I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand on the top of a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hike inside of a cave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a Canyon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hike a slot canyon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last Feast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beat Shantel in a foot race&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jump in and out of a cloud's shadow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bury a Time Capsule/Treasure Box&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go stargazing (and cloud gazing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat a whole box of Otter pops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take Photos of all my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See Harry Potter 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie Marathon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zelda Marathon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stink Pot at Glissmeyer's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3D Chalk with Andie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Logan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Iron ports with dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;  I revised it because I was told, and became aware, that it was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-5158373821037531276?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/5158373821037531276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/list.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5158373821037531276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/5158373821037531276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824403902148491177.post-8549634934744610628</id><published>2009-05-16T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:24:46.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Winnipeg, Take Me Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm leaving for Canada in August. I'll be living there for 2 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.myopera.com/arsa54/albums/109460/The%20Northern%20Lights%20in%20Winter,%20Churchill,%20Manitoba,%20Canada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 403px;" src="http://files.myopera.com/arsa54/albums/109460/The%20Northern%20Lights%20in%20Winter,%20Churchill,%20Manitoba,%20Canada.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... And I just might see this. (That is, if I am aloud to stay up late enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thesebootstravel.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/020_tm_2006_lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 357px;" src="http://thesebootstravel.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/020_tm_2006_lowres.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.global-greenhouse-warming.com/images/tylers-tornado-story-28097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 541px; height: 403px;" src="http://www.global-greenhouse-warming.com/images/tylers-tornado-story-28097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And maybe one of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cowichangreencommunity.org/images/Elie_manitoba_tornado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 402px;" src="http://www.cowichangreencommunity.org/images/Elie_manitoba_tornado.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/40/arctic-fox-beach-foraging_29641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 358px;" src="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/40/arctic-fox-beach-foraging_29641.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And if I'm really lucky... This!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/data/media/2/polar-bear-family-closeness_10741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 357px;" src="http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/data/media/2/polar-bear-family-closeness_10741.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm trying not to get my hopes up... But their already sky high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1824403902148491177-8549634934744610628?l=jefferyliechty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/feeds/8549634934744610628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/manitoba-take-me-home.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8549634934744610628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1824403902148491177/posts/default/8549634934744610628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jefferyliechty.blogspot.com/2009/05/manitoba-take-me-home.html' title='Winnipeg, Take Me Home'/><author><name>Jeffery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07657810153286613293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxm-rmNUKe4/Tp8zNhnwqSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T9DxNHD61ZY/s220/300702_10150412115886779_667001778_9841862_1288247875_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
