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Buenos Noches!

I hardly EVER get the urge to blog about things but today I randomly did! My roomies will be so proud of me. Most people who will read this already know of my recent mission call- but because I really enjoy telling people- I would like to officially announce that I am going to the NEW YORK CITY NORTH MISSION!!! I leave on May 6th and will be speaking spanish! AHHH I can't wait! Basically all I can say that the past month or so has been very exciting for me. I have felt an overwhelming and intense sense of gratitude for the opportunity I have to just go and serve! What a unique and yet wonderful experience. And more than anything, I just KNOW this is what I need to be doing in my life- and that gives me the confidence I need to move forward with this huge step of my life :) And what makes it really fun is that I have several friends that are preparing themselves to serve missions. What an exciting time!!

A few stories about spanish:
1. My sister speaks much more Spanish than me and came over the other night with a roll of tape and sharpies and labeled my entire bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen with Spanish words! Now every time I go to get in bed, or dry my hair, I try to read the labels and learn what they mean. Can't guarantee my pronunciation is perfect, but it's fun to pretend.
2. While I don't know much Spanish, I have been around it enough living in Arizona and with both of my parents speaking it, etc. to know some key phrases and very limited vocabulary. Anyways- the other night I came home from the gym and a guy from our ward was on the grassy knoll and I briefly said hello to which he replied, "Buenos Noches!" I, being somewhat deaf, didn't hear what he said and so I said, "what?" When he realized that I didn't understand what he said, he kindly and somewhat condescendingly said to me, "Oh, that is spanish for good night. Don't worry- you'll learn." hahaha I felt so dumb because I know what that means but just couldn't hear him. It was pretty funny though.

House

About a week ago I had a relatively minor operation on my knee. While this provides some definite set-backs for me- It gave me the opportunity to use a cane. For those of you who have not had this privilege, let me tell you it is quite a liberating experience. These are some of my observations:

• People are incredibely nice to me now. I feel like I own the place when I waltz in with my cane because people kindly move out of the way when I'm walking, give me concerned smiles, and always hold open doors for me.
• I can do no wrong. No matter what happens people give me the benefit of the doubt because I am "cripple"
• I get asked out. People must be attracted to the beauty of my cane. That or they feel bad for me. haha
• I get one of two reactions from people on campus when they see my cane. First, Some people ask if I can wave my cane around like President Hinckley and Second, they tell me I walk like the guy on House. Both were unexpected reactions- but enjoyable nonetheless.

My first post

Hello friends and fellow bloggers! Welcome to my very first post. I have been meaning to create this beauty for quite some time and finally it happened! To begin I feel like I should provide a brief explanation as to where the name shameless peppers came from. Here we go.

It is a well known fact in my apartment that I have a little something called "no shame."
Basically all this means is that I don't get embarassed of myself or others. This trait definitely has its ups and downs but overall I would say it provides for some good entertainment for my friends and other fellow spectators. Truthfully I don't think I do anything socially unacceptable, but then again I am shameless. The following picture is actually one example of something that happened tonight:

This is me trying to take a picture of Cody and Liz in front of the temple... let's just say having a gimp leg makes it a little difficult to successfully take a picture where you have to bend down. Luckily someone was there to capture this potentially shameful moment.

The name peppers comes from my love for bell peppers! Not only do I love them- but according to my roommates I talk about it everytime I eat them. Strange? Maybe. But sometimes I just forget and find myself asking them "Did you know I like peppers?" on a somewhat regular basis. They were patient with me for a while but now it is just a running joke that I have a wierd obsession for peppers.

So there you have it..... that is the story behind shamelesspeppers.