Here's a poem for you all

Just thought I would post the poem I gave to Becca when I ask her to marry me. It was really romantic. Hopefully Becca will someday post to this blog and tell you all how she felt about it. I'm sure it will be the same story...

Sunday afternoon in the park with Becca.

I called her today around 3:00
Said “hey baby how about hanging in the park,
Watching those crazy star-wars freaks choke each other
With their invisible hands and slash each other with plastic light sabers?”

She said, “ok.”

So I went to her house
In my white hippie van made for making love.
Singing Sweeney songs, the sweet sound of sharp
Notes filled the air with the smell of finger-snapping Broadway romance.

She said “hey,”

When I knocked on the door.
With my black “cool cat” beret on my head
I looked like the owner of four bookcases of poetry,
As well as Mike Myers from “So I married an Axe Murderer”,
only better looking.

She kissed me.

I kissed her back
And threw her in Wisp the magic van,
Driving down Park Avenue like Batman chasing a lead.
Except I am a safe driver, only leaning to kiss her on the yellow lights.

She just laughed.

We got to the park
And no one was there but us, the freaks
Must have left the premises when they saw the White Streak
Of Love coming from afar; screaming out passion and fire as it squealed it's wheels.

She said, “sweet.”

Not one to mince words,
I kissed her like New Years Day after two Jacks
And a Strawberry Daiquiri with a slice of lemon and a splash
Of sex. It shuts her up for a moment; she talks enough to chew the ear off an elephant.

She said, “wow”.

See ya around,
Lance

Life at ISU

So today one of my classes got canceled which I agree is usually a good thing however, today it was not a good thing. I now have 5 hours between now and my next class with nothing to do. Of course when I say nothing it means that I'm hanging out in front a computer looking up really old text off of gutenberg.org because thats how I spend my spare time (when I'm not with Becca...wink...). Did you know that Bram Stoker wrote a sequel to Dracula? It's called Dracula's Guest, its quite interesting. Anyway I thought that I would take a break from being an English geek and post something here.
I've been thinking a lot lately about my mission to Rio De Janeiro and the people that I taught there, partly because I was writing a letter to Becca about taking her there someday and partly because very once in a while I miss walking around in Brazil. They have this dessert there called Habanero, a version of our French toast, that they only eat at Christmas. Well my first involvement with a baptism happened to be in December and so to celebrate the ladies of the Relief Society (called So-key Soak in Brazil, I was Elder Pencockey bytheway) decided to make a ton of this dessert and gave us the left-overs (read: a plate so full and heaping that we had to throw away 3/4 of them because they keep falling off unto the ground as we were walking home). The Brazilians are the embodiment of kindness when it comes to treating strangers with respect.
The reason why I am missing Brazil so much right now is because I started at ISU after being at CSI for so long. I'm use to the small classes, the teacher knowing my name, caring about how well I am doing, and mainly being able to talk to the others in my class and get to know them as a person not just another student who is trying to get my seat in the grad program. And this got me thinking about us here on earth, away from our Father and a place we feel comfortable in. How would it be if we could realize that we all are feeling that sense of loneliness and hang the competition in life? Sometimes I wonder.

Just something to think about,
Lance

Another Saturday

Hey Everyone,

We decided that since everyone had a blog we should make one too. Of course our life constists mainly of working, reading, and finding as much time to be together as we can.

However, this Saturday is different because I (being Lance) have no papers due this next week so we are free to do whatever we please. (You should read that as meaning: We get to clean the house, then help Sandy clean the town house, then go to the store and buy milk and eggs, then help some random guy named Gunther fix his photos, then maybe, if time permits, read a little from Love in the Time of Cholera. Like I said, whatever we want.).

Tomorrow we get attend a fireside about the building of the Twin Falls temple, and then the week will start all over again on Monday.

What a beautiful life.

Lance and Becca