According to Janna, I am a clean FREAK, but lets start from the beginning. This morning Janna and I decided to go and make some fast cash, so we heard about a plasma donation center in Orem. We went to the first place and they where temporarily closed. Every place we tried, which were three, were full for the day. All Janna and I can say is that we live in one broke society. Can you believe it? We were up by 8 am and every place for plasma donation was already full.

Our relationship officially started in Chicago. For the last couple of months Janna had visited Utah, and Chicago was my second visit to Illinois. We had planned to visit Chicago before, but for some reason my time in Illinois was always shortened; this time we were not backing away. I arrived in Springfield, and that is when I saw again the Janna we all see now. She had cut her hair, which was a big change to me, but she looked beautiful; I was falling in a Love all over again...
We decided to take Amtrak to Chicago, which was a fabulous ride. I laid back on Janna, out y body across both seats, and I out for the rest of the ride. Don't worry, Janna fell asleep on me on the Trip back to Bloomington. When we arrived in Chicago, it reminded me a lot of what my home town in Honduras was;busy, noise, rude people, and taxis as far as the eye can see. It was actually fun just jumping on a cab, getting off somewhere you had never been before, go explore for a while, and once you were bored or tired call a cab and head somewhere else.

In Chicago Janna wanted to go to the Hard Rock Cafe, that was very entertaining; afterwards we head the to nearest Walgreen and equipped ourselves with toothpaste and mints for the trip.
At night, I got in serious trouble with Janna; I was cold so we decided to go shopping for some kind of Jacket. We went to the Lucky store, actually found something I liked, but they didn't have my size. We went to plenty of stores and finally found a Kenneth Cole New york. We started to look at a couple of Leather Jackets, and there where half off the sale price. That s a good deal right? Not for Janna, specially when the original price for the jacket was $450.00 dollars. With the sale it would have been $164.00...

You should have seen Janna's face, she looked at me straight in the eyes with that Stern Southern hospitality and said, "Put that back!" Well I did the only think I could have done in that moment, I put it back. Don't worry the story does have a happy ending. We found a Marshall store, and found some scarfs that I liked, as we went to pay for it the cashier informed us that they did not carry that scarf. We asked him, What should we do," he looked at us and said,"I didn't see anything, why don't you guys so go ahead." I looked at Janna, she looked at me and we walked out of that store with a free scarf. I guess someone had left it behind, and we were the lucky ones that found it. So there, I was warm again.
The funnest part of the trip in Chicago was the dinner Cruise at the Pier. Janna looked Gorgeous. She was wearing a white and black dress, the exact same dress she was wearing the day I approached her at church. We had a a great lunch, enjoyed a great view, and had an amazing time together. That is definately one of the foundest memories together. After the cruise we enjoyed a concert at the mall there at the Pier in Chicago, and just spent time together. The most entertaining part is the video we took at the end to the trip. We went to the hotel, picked our stuff, Janna changed her cloths, and head to the nearest park to go and relax before we took our train back to Bloomington.

So Raul asked if I would share my view point on how we first met, and from what I can remember this is how it went.

I had been living in Armington, IL with my sister and her family for about two years now, and going to the singles ward in Bloomington a total of maybe 7 or 8 times during those two years. As it turned out one of the missionaries for the singles ward was Raul, but of course I never noticed because he was a missionary. I never found missionaries interesting, for one they were there to serve a mission and not to flirt, so there was never a reason to look, and two...why on earth would I even want to date a mormon boy? I'm sorry but most mormons are weird and annoying. If I want to wear a tank-top by golly I will wear one, if I feel like not going to church nothing better be said to me about it, and if someone in church is to ask me to give a talk or take a calling they better be prepared to receive the answer NO...N-O, NO! That is unless you catch me on a really good day. So why on earth would I date a mormon that would definitely have me change all this, and you know that if they are or were a missionary you can pretty much kiss this kind of rebellion good bye? I know, I know, the joke's on me, but whatever!

So as it turns out the singles ward is done away with and everyone was told to go back to their family wards, it all had something to do with not enough singles showing up to church..... oops, our bad...lol, I'm just kidding...it was a real tragedy ;-). So one Sunday I'm horribly woken up by either my brother-in-law or my nieces. I can't really remember because they did it so often that it all kinda runs together. Me being the Molly mormon I am I slowly get out of bed and very slowly take a bath and get ready for church. Well somewhere in the mist of me getting ready and Jeremy telling me how much longer I have to get ready, the whole family gets into the car and leaves without me. Finally, I can go and sit on the couch and watch TV in peace, which was what I was about to do. For some reason however I decided to finish getting ready and go to church. 45mins after church has already started I finally walk into the chapel and sit down with the family. Jeremy leans over and whispers, "Glad you could finally make it." With a loving smile I reply, "I know, aren't you proud!?!" With sacrament over my plan was to get in my car and to go somewhere, maybe a park, and just relax. As I start to walk down the hall I see out of the corner of my eye some guy v-lining it towards me.

My first thought was, 'Dear God, please don't let this guy be coming over to talk to me.' Sadly the mass of people did not provide enough block so that I could get away and suddenly there he was standing in front of me...staring. With a smile and in a pick up line sort of way he asks, "Don't I know you?" With an annoyed look on my face and with the thought of Moron going through my thoughts I half smile and say No and turn to leave. But darn it if this guy didn't grab a hold of my arm as I'm trying to get the heck out of there, so I turn around just as he snaps his figures and says, "Bloomington!" Ok, so he might actually know me. We talk a little and he states that his name was Elder Jaar and that he was one of the missionaries from the singles ward, of course he thought that would jog my memory and I would remember him. Yeah, like I care what a missionary's name is or what he looks like.

We then part and I spot my sister, just as I'm about to walk over to her and walk out of the building Elder Jaar comes back over and asks if I would like to go with him and his companion to a girl's house named Sam. They had been teaching her about the religion for a little while and he thought it would be a good idea if she started to know someone around her age that also went to the church. I had nothing better to do that day and I was in a good mood so I said yes, but only under the condition that if I didn't want to talk I didn't have to say anything. After church I met the two elders at the park so that I could follow them to Sam's house. Elder Jaar being the sweet guy he is gave me a pop-tart to eat just in case I was hungry. Four years of eating pop-tarts as a meal in school made me really not like the sight of them. I gladly excepted it however, then thought I was going to be sick the second I bit into one. So we go to Sam's house and they teach the lesson and me having the big mouth that I have blatantly stated that the song they had chosen to sing for the lesson was one of my lest favorite songs. Honestly to this day I still think that me going to the lesson was not a good idea.

Afterwards the two elders and I went outside and talked for a bit next to our cars. I found out more about the two of them and kinda realized that I somewhat liked Elder Jaar, but him being an Elder I put that thought out of my head. We said our goodbyes and as I was walking to my car, for some reason, I turn around to look at Elder Jaar and thought to my self, "Ask me to wait." Don't know why I thought that and felt absolutely stupid for thinking that, I then turned back around and continued walking to my car. That was the beginning of lots of unannounced Sunday visits and teasing by Jeremy stating that Elder Jaar liked me. I kept telling everyone that they were missionaries and they were just being nice and it was there job to come over and see members of the ward and I kept telling myself that he didn't like me......

In the beginning, Janna and I were tow different people from two very different places. As everyone knows, I was born in San Pedro Sula,Honduras and remained there until I was twelve years old. San Pedro Sula is the second biggest city in Honduras, and probably the dirtiest one. In 1998 my family decided to move to the United States for a more safe environment.Janna on the other Hand, was born and raised in Homer, Georgia. A small town north of Atlanta in a beautiful country home. As we can all see the probabilities of us running into each other or ever meeting were against us, but fortunately we bet the odds.

This is where is gets interesting...

If Janna was living in Georgia, and I was living in Utah, how could we ever meet. Well it took a couple of years, but we decided to meet each other half way. Well I didn't, I was called there.
Here are the Series of Events....
1) In August of 2006 I am called on a Spanish speaking Mission to Peoria, Illinois.
2) Janna decides to Leave Georgia and move in with her sister Julie in Armington, Illinois. ( Illinois State University is located in Bloomington, Illinois; which is about 40 Min. from Armington. Bloomington and Armington are both 45 Min. from Peoria, Illinois.)
3) I left for the MTC on the 29th of November, 2006.
4) Janna comes to Utah, for a Skiing trip, with her Sister's Family in the months of early December.
5) I leave for Illinois 3 days before Christmas.
6) Janna remains in Illinois, at the same time I am, while she goes to school during the week, and works at a hospital during the weekend.
7) I serve in the cities of: The Quad Cities, Beardstown, Champaign, Bloomington, and finally Pekin.
8) Armington is the furthest city in the Pekin Ward boundaries.

While I was serving in Bloomington, I served in the singles ward assigned for the whole Peoria Stake. I was there for about 5 months before I left for Pekin. After being in Bloomington for a couple of months I saw Janna for the first time. She walked into the chapel one Sunday morning, sat down, and kept everything to herself. That Sunday I was giving a talk, but if you ask her about it she doesn't remember me one bit;Which is actually quite typical of her. During sacrament meeting she was probably paying more attention at the couple in the front row, then to anything else happening in the room, including me. (I still think that is hilarious... she does not remember me in the least bit. Janna always asks me,"Are you sure it was me? Are you sure it wasn't someone else?")

I think I am going to have Janna tell the rest of our story, so we can all see what she was really thinking...