The Joys of Brown Skin.............

Hi everyone, its me Paul. So I got a phone call the other night from a friend who was watching American Idol. He said that during one of the songs while this guy named Anoop (seen in the picture above) was singing, my friend's 3 and a half year old daughter was dancing to the music when she suddenly stopped and looked at her Dad with a confused face, and asked, "is that Paul...?" Aren't kids awesome? I suppose, that this Anoop character doesn't only have similar skin and hair color to mine, but also some pretty awesome eyebrows too huh?

It reminded me of a time on my mission when we were eating with a family and one of their little girls looked up at her Mom and curiously stated, "Mom, that missionary has darker skin than that missionary." It was pretty awesome. Having brown skin has definitely provided some funny experiences in my life that make being a little different, worth it. The girl's Mom looked embarrassed but quickly answered her daughter with... "Isn't it beautiful!!!"

One more funny story... Another time on my mission we went to a house for dinner and as we walked up to the table I saw everything all set up for us to throw together our own taco salads. As I sat down, the Mother that prepared the meal looked at me and then gasped as she said something along the lines of, "Oh no! I should have made something else; this probably won't compare to the mexican food your Mom makes back home." This of course was hilarious, seeing as how my Mom is as white as can be, and my Dad is Hawaiian/Filipino, which of course makes me... 100 percent Mexican right? lol, good times.

Funny Thing Is...

... turns out the most annoying part about losing my purse is the fact that my purst is now FOUND. Turns out it was never lost to begin with! It was at the customer service desk of my work the WHOLE TIME!!!! Not that I didn't check there 4 TIMES AND have my tech check AND have the store director check. Apparently it was put in with all the employee purses, not where LOST purses should go... like in the vault. Whatever. I happy to have it back but totally annoyed that customer service is incompetent!!!! Now all my cards are cancelled, bank accounts changed and have to change all my direct deposits/debits. Pain in the NECK! UGH.. but hooray for having it back! Thanks for all your sympathy. People don't suck as much as I thought. Yeah!

Good Things About Getting Your Purse Stolen

1. You get to get a new picture on your driver license to replace the previous nasty one that made you look 10 pounds heavier... oh wait I WAS 10 pounds heavier. (almost)

2. Get to bust out (and of course eventually BUY) different purses. I WAS kind of stagnating (is that a word) with my sweet purse from California. But I happen to have seen it in our amazing mall here. That's it in the bag... sniff sniff.

3. You get to empty your wallet of all those useless cards... I really can't even think of all the cards I had in there... memberships, blood type, Buckle rewards... tons of them. Wallet now purged! check!

4. Get to buy a new camera! I've been toying with wanting a new cool one like my sisters (which include my awesome sisters-in-law) have. But I have this odd picture taking phobia... don't know where it came from, but I tend to feel like a total dork whipping out my camera randomly. Odd because I don't think anything of it when other people do... in fact I envy them because they're documenting their life better than me. Tangent sorry!

5. Get to get sweet new checks... I ordered WSU checks... I'm super excited!!!

6. I got to learn how to replace doorknobs... they got my keys + license = they know where I live and have my keys... ugh. New locks hahah!!! P.S. I'm faster at putting them in than Paul... shhhhh don't tell him. And he'll say that he had a harder door to work on... whatever!

So all in all... yes my purse WAS stolen. I was DUMB and left in under the table in my work (grocery store) public eating area/cafeteria and went back to work for 4 hours. Unfortunately there are crappy people that AREN'T NICE or HONEST or people their mommy's should be PROUD of. ;) So we changed the locks, cancelled the cards, closed accounts... all while we're in the middle of trying to buy a house... goodie! No worries, they didn't get ANY cash, didn't use my cards. Good times!

Lots of Strumming... not so much writing though...

Hey everyone, its me, Paul. Just in case you can't figure out what the picture means, its supposed to represent writers block. I bet you didn't know I was writing a book did you? That's because I'm not writing a book, ha ha, but I do write songs on my guitar from time to time, during those times, when I have free time... which is pretty often now adays. So I've put some effort into getting my fingers back in shape and I've come up with some sweet tunes as far as the guitar goes, but I have no clue what to write down on my notepad. I did actually start writing one song about Iowa, and how its so cold, and how there are a thousand dead lady bugs in our basement. However, I never finished it, and now its not so cold anymore... so that song may have to wait until next year.

SO.... I am here to ask anyone who reads this blog to leave a comment and tell me what you think I should write a song about... keep in mind I'm not a very mushy person, so love songs may not work out so well. Also, I want you to know, that there are no stupid ideas... I've written some hilarious songs about very random things... like one song about a good friend of ours who has a very distinct and loud laugh, and it turned out awesome of course! So, if you have an idea, let me know, and I will consider it.

I blame my lack of creativity on the state of my life right now: I'm waiting until July to start a full load at school, and so when natalie goes to work, I'm kind of like Tom Hanks in Cast Away, when he starts to lose his mind and talk to a volleyball... good times Wilson! So, help me out!!! That's all... peace out!

Happy Birthday Jesse Merrill!!

And yet another, and the last, Kissell birthday of the week. It's my baby brother's birthday. Happy Burfday Jesse! He's turning 19!!!! I guess he's not really my baby brother anymore... I'm OLD!

I'm so happy that he came along as our family's caboose. I love his compassion, how hard he works, and how much he loves our Mom! He's done an awesome job taking helping her out these past few years. We're all greatful he's been around to keep her company and help her out.

Super proud of you Jesse! You're gonna rock the mission in Wisconsin!