Quick note from me...

So, just to keep you all informed and for prayer updates, I am in Oregon now. As many of you know, my mom has been sick for a little while now with liver problems and over the weekend she got much worse. It was not looking good saturday and sunday so my dad told me to find anyway to get home asap. I got a ticket for Christmas day and after traveling for about 24 hours, I made it home to Portland. I guess one cool thing was my Christmas day was actually 33 hours! Unfortunately all but 1.5 hours of that was used in some form of traveling.

So, my mom started improving yesterday and now is able to talk better and eat a little. She is having trouble keeping food down and has very little energy. She will have some tests done tomorrow that will hopefully be clean and hopefully she will come home soon. Please pray for her healing and strength through the Lord. And that the following would be true for all of us:

"Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set you minds on things above, not on earthly things. For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is your life, appears, than you also will appear with him in glory"!!

Check out the Eurostyle!

So, as I have threatened to some of you, I have bought a furry, fluffy jacket! These jackets are very popular here amongst both genders. So I guess that makes it all good. When my dad asked for me to send them a few things that I wanted for Christmas last month, the last item was money for a jacket with fur on it.

Note a few things: the puffiness (that's not just fat under there), the beautiful fur around the hood that is removable (not that I would ever take it off), the arm pocket with four separate pen holders. And it was on sale! It is almost too much...

At this time, I want to remind you of my purse blog to affirm my claim of eurostyle.

This is a cute picture sent to my by my sister of her little boy. It is from my family's tree farm in Oregon. The local fire department decided to come out and get a tree from us. Isn't he just the cutest little nephew ever?!

Thanks to my boss in Portland, Matt Mikalatos, created a poster off a previous "John and Andy" posting. Thanks Matt for caring so much! And it is true: STINT did bring about the sharing of my banana costume. Hopefully this will inspire more men to go on STINT...

I love it when I remember a story from years ago. I have an interesting brain; I remember hundreds of stories for many occasions, but I can never seem to remember what I did last week. Thanks to a friend, Justin in Germany, who I know from Clackamas back in Oregon.

I had forgotten a great story from a few years back involving a bed (hence the bad to the left). We had a conference with CCCI after Christmas in Vancouver, BC. I was in a room with Justin and another buddy, Ryan. The bedroom was equipped with two queen beds that four guys shared. For those of you that don't know me very well, I am just a big toddler, which must be why I love working with kids; I understand them since we have the same level of maturity. So, I never had a brother or two beds in the same room growing up, so I never got the desire to jump from bed to bed out of my head. One afternoon this desire became too great to ignore. This is not a good idea since I am a big guy and tend to get a little excited.

So, I start jumping on one bed and then flying across the room onto the other bed. After many successful jumps, I start getting more daring. Finally, I decided to cannonball the other bed. I KNOW, I KNOW!! bad idea... I jump and realize that I am not heading toward the center of the bed, but toward the corner. It is difficult to change directions mid-air, but I did try by clawing at the air and trying to pull on the imaginary rope to move myself. It did not work.

I landed not very gracefully and the bed gave way with lots of cracking and smashing. It was interesting the different reactions in the room. I was totally freaked out because I had just demolished the bed, Justin was in shock and pretty silent, and Ryan was running around the room clapping and giggling.

I flipped the bed up and noticed that I had splintered the plastic post on that corner, the box spring was cracked badly and screws were either bent or broken. I decided that the best plan of action was to try and fix it. Justin remembered he had a few tools in his car. He ran down and came back with two things: a small crappy screwdriver and duct tape. Well at least we had that...

I then started shoving duck tape into the stripped out screw holes, taped together broken bed posts, and switched out the broken post for another solid one that was in the middle of the bed. Finally, we were able to test it out. I laid on the bed and did a little jiggle around to test the stability. It was definitely much shakier. I guess no more bed jumping for me.

We actually slept two more nights on it. I like to think that some family came along later after the conference was over. Maybe their small child was having some fun jumping on the bed and then BAM!! Broken bed. I would love to see the reaction of the employees when the looked at it and saw all the duct tape that once held the bed together.

Now you might be asking yourself if I had learned my lesson. Yes, I did! I now always look under the bed at the frame. If it is metal, I can jump on it; anything else, is off limits!

I wish I could, but I can't...


This is Jesse and Kyle. They are students at WSU and came last week on a vision trip to Rijeka. It was great having them around. So, Jesse had an interesting experience that Kyle was repeating during this picture. I can't tell the story, but imagine something great; something amazing. Let's just say he had an interesting sensation while sitting. So, let you imagination run wild... really wild!

I promise I actually do work...

So, two weeks ago, I got a new piece of artwork put permanently on my body. As you can see, I now have a cross/fish tattoo on the side of my calf. This is a design I created myself over the summer. I'm really happy with it, which is good since it's never coming off.

It has actually been really cool because I have used it in conversations with students. I didn't really think of it as a tool for ministry here in Croatia. Probably the best thing about it is that I had to shave my leg to get it done. It is so smooth now! I guess I'll let it grow back.

As related to the title of this blog. I have heard that people might be thinking that this is just a vacation for me, but I am actually working and hanging with students. I'm loving talking with people about Jesus for most of my day. Please disregard potential comments from my fellow Americans here. They are just jealous of my superior intellect and beauty! They just wish they were as cool as me...

Two post that you must check out for you enjoyment:

This summer during our briefing John had an accident on one afternoon's man-adventure.

Check it out here!

Another post from John about a mysterious sighting near the sea in Croatia.

Check it out now!

All of the great things in the world revolve around this! You might think that this is a grand statement that can't possibly be true. But you don't know what I am talking about. What I am talking about is "Tambitar". For those of you non-informed people, Tambitar is the band that my sister Amy and I have started. "Have" is a very relative term. We have never recorded, written, or... I guess even played any music together playing these instruments solely. As most of you know, I play guitar and sing, but did you know that my sister is a world famous tambourine player. I guess to clarify, by "world famous" I actually mean she once played a tambourine at a bar against the bands wishes and she often plays it in her car as she is driving and listening to music.

The inspiration for this blog was last night. My roomy John and I were out with a couple students to a club/bar in Rijeka. There was a band that I believe was just a guitar and some percussion, including a tambourine at times. It was great and the crowd was really into it. It got me reminiscing of the good old days when the thought of Tambitar was a real concept. I hope that it is not a dead thought and might actually happen. I will keep you posted about any upcoming tour we might have this summer when I arrive back home.

Clearly, I am a real duck. Even in Slovenija, ducks come to me. I was sitting on the shore of Lake Bohinj, reading, when a whole flock (can I use flock for ducks?) of ducks came up to be friends with me. Unfortunately, I did not have any bread to give them. They stayed for a little while and then moved on. I liked them.



If only I had my duck hat here. They would have immediately accepted me into their flock. I would have been able to join their community and live with them. Who knows? I can always wonder...

What if I had my duck hat?

I miss this doggy...

This last weekend, my team and I were in Bohinj, Slovenia for a weekend of relaxation and celebrate what God has done in the time we have been here. As I was sitting by the lake reading and drawing, I started processing more of my last two months in Croatia. One of the things that came to mind was all the stuff involving my mom back in Oregon City. As I was sitting there I started writing…

This is written almost two months after my mom got sick and went to the hospital for the first time. It is still hard for me at times to think of. I want to be there and care for her. I don’t question my being here and I know this is exactly where I must be to be in God’s will. I don’t even think that I would choose home over here right now… but it has still been hard.

My natural reaction to people that are sick is to be there and care for them. This is a good reaction. I know that if I had been home, that is exactly what I would have done. I would have been at the hospital. I would have missed work or classes to be there. But I have realized that this would have been the wrong first reaction. God has definitely been teaching me through this. In a big way. Since I am so far away and cannot be there, the only thing I can do is pray. I use the term “only” very loosely here, because I know there is a lot of power in prayer. I believe that my prayers for comfort and healing for my mom moved God to act. I know that my prayers for comfort and peace for my dad and sisters and others moved God to act. And He did.

So, with the knowledge that my mom was sick, I prayed. I didn’t want to at times, because I was scared and angry, but I still prayed. My team prayed, other Christians in Croatia prayed, I told students about it, which moved me to pray. My mom is better now and she is continuing to get better because God moved and healed her. Even in the midst of this frustrating and scary circumstance, God provided. People were praying for me and I felt it.

It is still hard being away, but it is easier now. Thank God that my mom is better and thank God that He continues to teach me each day.

It was interesting sitting there and thinking about all this. I know I have been so blessed to know that God answers those prayers and provides exactly what we need. I know there are a lot of people back home that have been praying for me and wondering how I have been doing with this all. So, know that it is only God that has provided for me to be at this point with these thoughts. Thanks for you prayers. They have meant more than any of us really understand.

Hebrews and brews...

John and I have started a great tradition tonight; hopefully one that will last for many generations. We have been going through the book of Hebrews in the Bible each week, a chapter at a time. John's thought was since we are reading Hebrews, we should probably drink a brew at the same time. Makes sense... right? "A great idea!" I responded. So it has happened. Great conversation and great beer. Tonight, the pick was Kilkenny Irish Beer. In three weeks, when the WSU boys arrive, hopefully we can enjoy our Hebrews with a few local Northwest brews that we are requesting.

In the words of the Simpsons:

Homer: Got any of that beer that has candy floating in it? You know, Skittlebrau?
Apu: Such a beer does not exist, sir. I think you must have dreamed it.
Homer: Oh. Well, then just give me a six-pack and a couple of bags of Skittles.

The Sunflower
Simon Wiesenthal

I have been reading a new book lately. It is called The Sunflower. It is a book centered on forgiveness and social responsibility involving forgiveness. The book is written by a Jewish man that was in a concentration camp in Poland during WW2. The story is about him being brought to a dying Nazi SS troop in a hospital. The Nazi starts telling him all of the horrible things he has done toward the Jews. In the end, he says that he does not want to die with the burden of his sins and asks the Jewish man to forgive him. He thinks about it and then turns and leaves without saying a word.

He is then struck with the thought that he did not make the right choice. The man dies without being forgiven. The author then leaves the question: "What would you do in my situation?" for us to answer.

There is an interesting dilema created by this question. Did the Jewish man, even if he wanted to, have the right to forgive the man. Since the Nazi did not harm the Jewish man personally, could the author forgive him on account for his whole subculture (Jews)?

The book has the narrative of the author in the first half of the book and then a series of essays written by 5o+ people of different religions, occupations, eras and social circles answer to that previous question stated by him. I have been struck by some of the responses and highly recommend reading this book. One quote that especially struck me was the following:

"My own thoughts are firm. Simon should, and could, not forgive on behalf of those so cruelly murdered. Further, in asking for a Jew to hear his confession Karl perpetuated the Nazi stereotype. Jews were not individuals with souls, feelings, aspirations, and emotions. Rather, they were percieved as an amorphous, undifferentiated mass. Bring me a Jew, was the dying Nazi's request. Any Jew will do. Karl has learned nothing. His desire is to "cleanse" his soul at the expense of the Jew." (Wiesenthal 119)

Great book. Makes you think and definitely challenges your notions on the act of forgiveness.

Clearly not a time that I want to live in

I'm not sure if Europeans just don't realize that the time above does not really exist. There is no 0:14. It does not exist! I'm sure it is just some sick joke by them to confuse people like me, but no can do; I figured it out.

"This must mean 12:14, not 0:14. I'm sure they were just mistaken" (heavily laden with sarcasm). If there were a just and loving people, they wouldn't allow this kind of thing to happen!!

Nay to them... Nay to them...

An interesting and slightly disturbing series of text messages...

So, based off some contacts gained by handing out planners to students last week I have been spending the afternoon sending text messages to these students. A little background: Last week Sunny, Alexis and myself set up a table in the Engineering faculty. Ok, so back to today. Apparently, I was invisible that day at the table, because all of the guys thought it was a girl named "Andy" that was texting them. This happened a few times, but it was not really a surprise. I guess I should be grateful that the guys were not checking out me, but the girls (sorry ladies).

One particular series of messages bears repeating to as many people as possible, hence the blog posting. It went as follows:

Me: "My name is andy. I was at the table handing out planners in tekniski last week. Would you like to get coffee this week?"
Student: "Yes my lady... I have your number now and I call you... ok?"
Me: "I'm actually a guy. If you would like to meet this week, let me know."
Student: "I was hoping it was pretty girl (blondy)from last week :-( Can I have coffee with her?
Me: "Sorry I can't do that. She has a boyfriend. But I am fun to be around."
Student: after some confusing words "...is there any pretty and smart girl that don't have a boyfriend?"
Me: "Would you like to meet with ME this week for coffee?"

My first thoughts were that this guy must either be really desperate to try to get a girlfriend through me, or he just really likes pretty American girls. Sunny is the "blondy" girl mentioned above and after I told her this story she knew who it was. Apparently there was a guy that kept saying to her that "she [Sunny] was going to take him to coffee!!" She kept telling him "No. Andy will take you." I guess he didn't get it.

I have had some thoughts about asking one of the other ladies on my team to come to the potential metting with him. It probably isn't going to happen now that I have posted this. Any ideas?

The Mysteries of Signs - part 2

What? Škola? School? Warning? Red and Yellow? …

A school is exploding nearby? ...

Children are running out of a burning building? …

I wonder why the bomb squad or the fire department can’t find the bomb or contain the fire that they have to put up a sign to warn people of the constant danger to their schools and children. It seems like there must be a better way.

For more dramatics…

BURNING BUILDING… CHILDREN FLYING OUT… EXPLOSIONS!!!

Gentile-jitsu!!I think that John and I have come up with a novel concept... Gentile-jitsu. No, not jujitsu... gentile-jitsu. For those uninformed people, jujitsu is a martial art that involves using the strength and weight of an opponent to disable him. I have come to a conclusion that jujitsu must be for the common jew, so us gentiles must have an equivilant activity. Hence the creation of gentile-jistu.

You might be wondering why the hyphen in the name. I ask you: doesn't it look easier to pronounce "gentile-jitsu" over "gentilejitsu"? The answer is clear.

The long awaited band post!!

So, we have unintentially taken the perfect band photo as a team. Clearly we are a rock band that is probably the greatest ever. Step aside Led Zeppelin, Guns n Roses, Hanson...

I have put much time and thought into what part we each have in the band. So, the following is my assesment of the each of us (back to front, left to right):

Allison - notice the outstretched fingers and the focus; clearly she is the keyboard player.

Taylor - oh wow, angry, intense, possibly even terrifying. That is the face of anger! Imagine her screaming, singing, and spitting at the audience. No doubt at all, Taylor is the lead singer.

Sunny - the perfect stance and hand position of the bass player. Just the right look!

Alexis - a look of pure hatred. Alexis looks like she is going to punch a person in the face with that look. The only band members that do that are the rhythm guitar and backup singer.

John - a very nonchalant attitude just like Slash, Angus Young, and Pete Townsend before. So confident in his abilities to melt the faces of screaming fans with his licks and riffs. John is the shreading lead guitar player.

Andy - the stance, the hand position, the look, the... shorts. No doubt. He is the rockin drummer; breaking sticks, smashing cymbals, slamming heads.

Fillin' up in Hungary

Apparently, in Hungary no vehicle is banned from the local gas stations. I just wonder if this guy drives his excavator to work instead of a car. That would be nice!

Border adventures... well not really

Entering into Hungary

My teammate Alexis and I made a special trip to Hungary last week. As a geography wiz, I knew that we must cross over a country border in order to get to our destination. For some reason, the Hungary border seems especially dangerous and scary. A picture was needed to prove that we did cross and survived.

The above picture is of the border guard and her gun. I took this picture and immediately regretted it. I thought there was enough light thus the flash would not go off, but unfortunately it did. There was no way the border guard did not notice the bright flash of light. My next thoughts we of Hungarian prisions, torture and rabid dogs. To our good fortune, the border guard ignored my stupidity and did not punish Alexis or I. We then proceeded on our journey filled with soft couches, music and more driving.

Finally... the long awaited post is here!!

So, for all of you who have been waiting to experience this, I have pictures of my new necessity in life; my purse. First off, I want to explain what I call it. I haven't given it a name. If I was to name it, I would have to pick a macho name like Hank or Gill or... (Andy!). But what I do call it is my purse or man-bag. I have decided against man-purse, don't ask me why.
Let me explain some of the features. First of is the size and versitility of my purse. I can put a variety of objects into it including books, journals, bibles, pens, cameras, music players, glasses, legos, dried fruit, and many other things. It is large enough for three or possibly even four bookish items.
Note the skull in the fabric. I know... I can sense your jealousy.

Secondly, I feel like a freer man, because I can relieve my pants from the extra weight my keys, wallet, phone and coinage create. I can put all of these in my purse for added comfort. One other great thing involving my phone is I am notorious missing calls cause I don't hear my phone ring. To reduce, and possible alleviate, this problem I have been using the mesh pocket on the side of my purse as my phone holder. Easy access and no missed calls, can life get better? I submit not!

Thirdly and lastly, one of my desires since ariving here in Croatia is to become more like "the people", hence becomre more European. I know what you are thinking. No, I have not stopped using deodorant. I promise. But have started the process of transformation with the purchase of my purse. I know this will not be a smooth transition, but I feel that this is a good first step.

If you are wondering if I will continue the use of my purse back home after I leave Croatia. My answer is an emphatic "absolutely!!" Why not, tell me why not! I look forward to the day that I am walking around in Compton in LA with my purse draped over my shoulder and I don't feel silly or ashamed at all.

Giddy in Budapest


I was in Budapest, Hungary the last two days getting some tests done on our "car". Long story, but we got all that we needed done there and went into the city cause I haven't seen it and really wanted to. The picture above was taken in some park there. He looked fun and I really wanted to pretend he was santa. I have never sat on santa's lap - thanks mom and dad...

Notice the purse I am holding in front of me. I am not ready to reveal my purse in its full glory quite yet. Please be patient until the right time comes for all of us.

The Mysteries of Signs - part 1


Location: Novi Vinodolski, Croatia.

I understand that signs in other countries can often be misinterpreted and cause humor for the casual visitor. For even greater enjoyment, this is a two parter.

Part 1

Ok, look at the top sign. What is this trying to communicate? Watch out for out-of-control wheelchairs rolling into the water? Handicapped people jumping into the water? I really don't know. I guess it is just a mystery. Feel free to post your ideas.


Part 2

Now lets look at the bottom one a little more carefully. Below I have included a useful piece of information in the picture. Notice the sign. I concure that the "W.C" must mean "wheel chair". That part is clear. I also notice the arrow pointing upward. That is interesting! So, what this is saying is that the wheelchaired people have to go up a hill to get somewhere unspecified. Another interesting question: What is up this special hill that only wheelchairs can go?

The most important thing to note is the path I have so carefully included in the picture below. If you look to the path, you will notice a small bump made of concrete. Interesting! Upon further inspection, this is not just a bump, but actually a series of small steps all along this path.

So, lets recap... The person in the wheelchair must go up the hill over the many small steps in pea gravel, I might add, in order to get to the special place designated for them.

Weekend trip to Novi Vinodolski

My team went to a town south of Rijeka called Novi Vinodolski this weekend. We went to the house of one of the students we know here in Rijeka. It is a beautiful little town on the coast of the Adriatic. It was amazing to walk around along the sea and swim a little (my first in the Adriatic!). Here's a few pics from the trip:




Some of you might have noticed a strap over my shoulder in this picture. Yes, to answer you question, I did buy a purse. More about this later...

I used to like Dell


This is my computer to the right; a Dell. During the summer I noticed that there were some new interesting (i.e. grinding) sounds coming from my computer. Not good! I ignored it for a while until last week when my computer just stopped working. This is not a good thing since my computer is the main form of communication while being here in Croatia.

With the help of a few friends here (thanks again Dario and Zoran) I ran a diagnostics test and it was confirmed that something was up; mainly with my hard drive. One good thing was I had backed up most of what I had on my computer on an external hard drive I own. The problem I had was with the above word "most". I did not have a backup of my supporter list. Obviously, this is important for me to have since I use this to send newsletters to supporters.

With a little luck and mostly God performing a miracle, I pulled my hard drive out with Zoran and we were able to recover most of the information I wanted and all that I needed. Praise God!

Last wednesday, I contacted Dell and told them my situation. One very nice (and unfortunately clueless) employee told me after being on the phone for almost two hours that I would get my hard drive in three to five business days. Alright, good news, right? I was told by her that I would get a confirmation e-mail that I could use to track my package.

Saturday rolls around and I have not received either the package or e-mail, so I start to ponder what might be happening. I call Dell again. This time I talk to four people over a period of maybe two more hours. I was starting to get more and more frustrated because I kept getting different responses and I kept having to spell out my address to them, which is not an easy task. Finally, the fourth person I talked to informed me that the department I needed to talk to and had been calling all this time (international service) was closed for the weekend, had been all this time, and will not open until monday morning. Ahhhhhh, great news. Another two hours wasted.

Monday comes along and I call Dell in the afternoon here to talk to someone. I get a hold of a very nice man who confirms my questioning that he works for the international service center for Europe. I explain my situation and am informed that in Dell's eyes, Croatia is not in the service zone. Great, another thing I want to hear. I ask what is available to be done. After talking to three different managers, I am informed by my service guy that there is really nothing that can be done except send it to my home in Oregon and then have them send it to me via the mail. The mail options are either extremely slow or extremely expensive. Two choices that are not ideal in this situation since I need to use my computer and I am a missionary that doesn't make very much money.

We are having at least one Crusade staff come over here in about a month, so I decided to wait and have the hard drive sent to her when the visit is confirmed. She can bring it over and take my old one back and send it to Dell. So, at lease I will get my hard drive sometime before Thanksgiving. Kind of good news...

Zoran had informed me that he had an extra hard drive that I could borrow if I wanted until mine came. I took him up on that opportunity. We have gotten my computer up and running with the use of his hard drive and borrowed software. My thanks to Zoran, but I have held back thanks to Dell for their considering Croatia out of their service area. Hopefully I will not have to add anymore to this saga, since adding more will entail more trouble with Dell.

And if you are wondering, I still ask myself "why did I ignore the grinding sounds?"

A couple of the boys...

Left to right: Me, Dario, John (my roommate). We are watching a European Championship futbol match at his apartment. It was great! Man United won!


John and Zoran - we went to a festival near Rijeka called White Sunday. It was a celebration of a new wine harvest. Lots of fun hanging with the team and other friends.

Creation of new sub-culture

I have decided in addition to the ministry in Croatia that I am currently involved in, I devote many minutes (hours if I could) to my favorite website www.stuffonmycat.com

I don't want to spoil it for you too much. I want you to experience it on your own. I think you will understand.

An idea has been suggested to me by John, my roommate in Rijeka, to start a new website called www.stuffonastraycat.com We would include pictures of stuff on the random stray cats that hangout near our awesome pimp my ride europe nominee car (I'll explain later). I would like to open it up to additions from other people. I am a little worried about liability for me. Stray cats might attack if provoked too much. They might not like being put in costumes or have large amounts of objects placed on them. We'll see...

My computer is broken, so I am borrowing John's and cannot add pictures right now, so I hope you can endure for a while until I get mine fixed.

Excursion to Zagreb...

We made it to and back from Zagreb (the capital of Croatia) from some country preparation with the four crusade staff teams in Croatia and Bosnia. It was a great week to see the vision for these two countries and get excited about the ministry here. Most of the time was spent in meetings, but we did see some of the city on the last day.


*This is a huge statue in the square of King Jelaciciv on a enormous horse. Aparently the statue represents some past battle or hatred of Serbia. I guess it's good to fuel rage with huge statues.



*Below is a picture of looking down the street away from the square. It is one of the main areas that annoying tourists hungout at and took pictures...

*The picture below is the actual Zagreb square. It's basically just a large open walking area with lots of shops and connections to more walking streets.

The road is starting...


So, my team and I have arrived in Rijeka, Croatia finally. After a summer of meeting with people and raising support, it is great to finally be here and start this new adventure in my life. Rijeka is what is imagined. It has the feel of a typical European city; if you know what that is. This week and next are a preparation time for the next ten months. I am getting excited about what is to come. We have been hanging out with a few of the students that the previous teams met. They have been awesome in the ways that they want to serve us and love hanging out with us. I'm really looking forward to actually getting going with the ministry here.

Pray that God will show us just where he wants us to focus on this year with the students.

So, I finally have proof that the last four+ years have been worth it all. I'm still not sure if that is true, but at least I have a piece of paper that is worth $20,000. It looks nice!

I am leaving for Colorado to do some training for my STINT from August 14-20. I will be leaving to Croatia September 13. I will be traveling to Seattle and Eugene in mid to late August to see people for a few days. I look forward to seeing more people before I am gone for 10 months. Call me up any time. I would love to talk to anyone (503-830-9882).

So, this is kinda what I'm about... You know... eating and having fun with friends. I love to try new things and see new places. I love LA and will be living there in a couple of years. I'm finishing up my undergraduate degree in International Business and can't wait until I walk on June 17th.

My favorite things in life are playing guitar and singing to my Jesus. I love to learn more about my Savior and what He has in plan for me. I'm getting this ready, because I am going to spend the next year as a missionary in Croatia. I'm excited about going, so I am making this five months before I actually leave!!