Humanitarian Center

I'm not going to school, and I don't have a job, and I'm not entering the MTC until December. It's only for about two months, so no one's gonna hire me. I have a LOT of time to burn until I leave. I didn't know what to do.

Ah, but my amazingly intelligent father had a plan (he usually does).

He suggested volunteering full time at the LDS Humanitarian Center in Salt Lake full time. I thought he was a little nuts (I usually do), but today was my first day there, and I may think that he's on to something.

Most of the day, I was hauling boxes and palletes with an electric jack (I call him "Wall-E") and filling orders to ship out to other Humanitarian Centers across the US. It still astounds me as to how well connected everything in the Church is; there's a truck going from somewhere to somewhere else 24/7.

With this tsunami in the Phillipines, tomorrow's going to be a busy day at the LDSHC, as people tend to volunteer more when they know people are in trouble (atta kids). I wonder how little 'ol Mark will fare among the hustle and bustle...

Mission Call!

Yes, people, it's finally happened: Mark's got his mission call. I'm speaking English (thank goodness...) in the COLUMBIA, SOUTH CAROLINA MISSION.



I'm freaking out. It's going to be off the hook... for two years! I report to the MTC on December 16th, so that means I'm spending Christmas in the MTC. That's gotta be a once in a lifetime situation, and I can't wait.
Oh, and a little side note: my mission president is the son of Bruce R. McConkie. I'd better study up on my scriptures.

Snowmobiles are for Snow

I went to the East Idaho State Fair three times this week (that's right, THREE), and on Friday, myself and two friends went to see the Motocross Freestyle. MX Freestyle is where they get motorcycles with crazies on 'em, leave ramps at 20 mph, do tricks in the air, and try to land without killing themselves.

Well, at this particular MX, they brought out a modified snowmobile for the finale. He was going to attempt a backflip on something that was never meant for dirt. After he left the ramp, he.... well, just look for yourselves:




Now don't you kids panic. About 30 seconds after the crash, he got some air back in his lungs, popped right up, and started high-fiving the fans.

If you want to prove you've got some guts, try this out.*

*(Please don't try this out.)

Laugh-A-Rama

I'm not exactly sure why, but I was feeling kind of down today. So, to make myself feel sunnier, I found some funny stuff on the Interweb. While busting a gut, I thought that the huddled masses (you) might be interested in participating with me in the shinanigans. I found some funny clips and posted them below for your enjoyment. Don't worry, they're PG rated.

You're welcome, huddled masses.











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Greetings and Salutations, I'm Mark. This blog is a little plot of cyberspace that I use to fill your minds with information that is both amusing, interesting, and often completely worthless. I may tell you what I'm up to, or maybe I'll just post something that I found funny. It's Christmas every day on Mark's Blog!