They're In

That's right, people. The day you've been waiting for for severals months now is here: my mission papers are in (that is to say, I have an interview with the bishop tomorrow). The hardest part about getting my mission papers in, you may ask? Deciding on a photo. Now, this may come as a surprise given the wisdom teeth ordeal and the complete medical history (When I was nine, I had an ingrown toenail because I bit my toenails. Gross, I know. When I was 11, I had a plantar wart. I occasionally suffer from seasonal allergies and take OTC medication. All of these issues are readily resolved/treated.) and the crazy questions designed for 19 year-olds: Do you live with one parent, two parents, or a caregiver? Ummmm . . . None of the above? What are your extracurricular activities? Ummmmmm . . . GSA? Should I list Cheerleading and NHS? That was almost 10 years ago . . . So, yeah. There were some issues with getting the papers in, and the biggest problem was the photo . . . mostly because I accidentally washed my camera cord with a load of darks back in January. This meant I had to either coordinate with the roomies (i.e. my "caregivers") or pull an image off the internet.

Now, you read my blog and you know that I'm pretty good at finding pictures on the internet, but none of them really fit the "missionary bill." Let's just take a gander at my facebook profile pics to demonstrate what I mean. Lately, I've favored the somewhat imaginary:

Or characters I derive strength from

(especially during paper season).

Or characters I emphathize with

Or things I think are cool

On occasion, my profile picture will be of me

But none of these really fit the "dressed in missionary attire" bill. Luckily, my good friend Carolyn took a photo of me at this year's BYU English Symposium, and I think it works

The only problem was Carolyn is a legit photographer, so I had to shrink it without using PhotoShop (and we wept precious!).

But the point is: my mission papers are in. Where in the world do you think I'll go?