Lost Treasure #6: "The Week Of Work"

I found the following two photos in a folder entitled "The Week Of Work." If I recall correctly, Brent Nelson and I spent about a week figuring out how we were going to build this bad boy. Two memories from that week stick out:

1)Brent Nelson and I running in and out of Office Max with a new hard drive in the pouring rain.

2)Brent Nelson saying to me (while working on the PC; about to put the CPU in), "Hey, bring me some toilet paper, bring me some toilet paper!" I thought to myself, "Oh, dang. He's either really got to sneeze or he has a bloody nose. Either way...my PC is in danger." So I ran and got the toilet paper! But I was surprised when Brent Nelson took the toilet paper and proceeded to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Classic.

I was 13-years-old when Brent Nelson taught me how to build a computer.

Me. PRETENDING to do something.

Brent Nelson. ACTUALLY doing something.

Lost Treasure #5: Happy Birthday, Baby Brother!

Today is my baby brother Luke's 13th Birthday. WOW!! I cannot believe how quick you are growing up. Love you, brother!!!

Mission Memory #1: A Year Ago Tomorrow

This will be my first entry of "Mission Memories." Today's journal entry comes from an entry I wrote on January 2, 2011. It gives you an idea of what it's like to be a missionary on New Years day.

Just so you have an idea...this was my second transfer as a senior companion, and I still didn't make the greatest decisions. And when I mention we played the Wii...It's not like we were sitting down and playing for two hours straight. There were a bunch of kids there, and the adults didn't know how the Wii worked, so we were helping the kids out. Looking back...It WAS with an investigator on New Years day, so it wasn't as bad as I make it sound in the entry.

Enjoy!

January 2, 2011 (7:58 AM)

Okay, before I tell you yesterday's story, I thought I'd say: Happy 13th Birthday, Luke Nelson! Wow. I can't believe how old he is now. Crazy! Happy Birthday, brother! I'm proud of you. I love you.

I'm not so sure that we are going to finish strong this weekend. Why? Well, yesterday was so weird. No one was out in the streets. All of our appointments fell through, too, and so we decided to pass by a few members to see if we could visit them and spend a little time with them. But nope! They weren't in their houses either. It was strange. We ended up spending a few hours with the Mardones family. We ate lunch with them a few days ago, and the daughter (Kabriel) informed us that she wanted to be baptized. So we're going to teach her on Tuesday, and she'll be baptized this change. FTW! But yeah...we stopped by their house to use the bathroom, but we were actually there for a good two hours. Yikes. I've never felt so "chueco" [Chilean word for disobedient or rebelious] in my life! Yes...it gets worse. What else did we do...??? We played Mario Party 8 with them for a little while! THE WORSTS!!! But we're never going to do it again. We can't be "chuecos!" ;-)

Well...today we have church, and it should be sweet. Valeska's family will be there, as will be Kabriel. Four investigators at church FTW! :) We're excited for that. Well, it should be an interesting day, then. I'll do my best to keep you updated tonight rather than tomorrow morning. ;-) Missionary work FTW, FTW, FTW. (P.S. I wonder how Scott Oehler (AKA Elder Oehler) is doing in the MTC? I imagine he's great! I love you, brother!) [I ask myself that because Scott and I used to always say "FTW, FTW, FTW"]

One more random thought before I close my journal...Elder Chris Berry has TWO months left in the mission. What the heck!? I don't believe that. Even crazier: Elder T.A.Brunner only has six months left in the mission. *confused* How can it be!? That means I'm running out of time...So let's go to work!! :) [Time DID pass very fast.]

The streets of Quillota (my area) on January 1, 2011 around 1 PM. Normally the streets were PACKED.

Lost Treasure #4: Christmas And Brent's Birthday.

The following pictures shall be revealed to celebrate Christmas (it's a little late) and to wish my brother EBN a happy 30th birthday today. Merry late Christmas everyone!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BROTHER!!

Lost Treasure #3: My Little Brothers

Does this need a description?

Lost Treasure #2: "Summer Games--The Line Up"

I couldn't help it. Here's another classic. When I was in 7th grade, I would make lists of video games that I wanted to play instead of studying during study hall. And this happens to be one of those lists. Enjoy!

Lost Treasures #1: Benjamin David Nelson:A History

The Lost Treasures is a series of old files found on my computer; these files are especially precious because I went two years without seeing them, which added to the level of hilariousness. Stay tuned for more of The Lost Treasures!

Today's Lost Treasure is the introduction to an "autobiography" that I began to write in the summer of 2006. An instant knee-slapper is found in the second paragraph when I talk about how "I lived in California for what seemed like hours" as if I actually remember that! And oh, just for the record: I lived in California until I was three WEEKS old; not three months.

Enjoy!

Benjamin David Nelson: A History

An Introduction

My name is Benjamin David Nelson. I was born in California. Mount Clair to be exact. That was on October 6, 1990, though. Almost been sixteen years ago, actually. I don’t know where all the time has gone, but I’ve never really kept a good journal. The best I’ve done is find a notebook, write a page or two in it about that day, and then lose the journal. So I thought I would write a little autobiography to cover all of the events that I missed because of not keeping a journal. Better to start now when I remember most of my childhood than to start later, right? But before I actually start the actual autobiography deal, I thought I would give this little intro.

I lived in California for what seemed like hours. Well, in other words, I was a baby, and I lived there for three months. But I cant really remember that. Actually, I don’t remember California at all. But I do remember this other place. That place being the small city of Las Vegas, Nevada.

I lived in Las Vegas for a good ten years of my life. Those ten years were definitely great moments now that I look back on them. But before I knew it, my Dad got a job transfer to Memphis, Tennessee. My family moved to Southaven, Mississippi (a close town or suburb to Memphis), and I ended up living there for five years.

The climax of my life (so far) definitely took place in Mississippi. I will not go into too many details because I need to save the rest for the actual autobiography. But lets just say that life was rough there. But before I knew it, due to certain circumstances, I was back in Las Vegas, Nevada. And that puts me where I am now. In my room, in Vegas, writing this little book. So I hope you read the rest, for this is just an intro. THE GREATEST!