Not much time

Robert I only have time to write. I would like to have a chance to play around with the mail system and find out how to download the files. I know how to write a file and then mail it, this way it doesn't take up much of the allotted time. When I have time I will also learn how to print out the messages. Until then, I will just have to try to remember what you wrote in your old messages. You said that the message said that it came in at 12 something pm. Well I wrote it today shortly before 9:00am (10:00 your time). AOL might have its clocks set to Eastern Time. This would explain the time difference. I don't have President Mecham's phone number, nor Bishop Poll's, but I do have Bishop Poll's address. I thought that I had his phone number, but when I looked, it was just his address. Sorry, but this is the best I can do. You can write him and see what he can do. Bishop Gary Poll 2270 E. 2500 N. Layton, UT 84403 I sent you a card yesterday. I really can't say much in a card. I can never fully express just what I feel. Not that typing expresses my feelings either, but it does a much better job. The girls wanted to send you a birthday card today, even though it was late. You were a real sport to drive with them and play games with them (including bunny, bunny). I love you. There is so much that I want to talk to you about and writing just doesn't seem adequate. I will just have to wait until fall. By the way, are we going to call each other on Sundays still. I wanted to call you last night. I almost did, but it was almost 10:00 my time, 11:00 your time. That is the only thing that stopped me. I love you. I am supposed to wash and wax the van today. Mom and I went and bought all of the stuff to do so. It is awful dirty. El Centro has so many bugs and is constantly doing road work taht the tar and bugs on it are bad. It will take a lot of work. We just got back. It is 2:30 and so I am hoping that you are still around when I finally send this to you. We just got back and I checked and there were two messages from you. I got really excited. After I wash the car my mother has so much more in store for me to help her with. We have really gotten along. She thinks that I have made a good choice. She really likes you. I didn't think that she would like you as much as she does. I remember her telling me that she wasn't going to like anyone that I picked. She was wrong. Before we picked you up in Salt Lake she asked me, "Haven't you had second thoughts?" I told her, "Not really." I KNOW that you are the person that I am supposed to marry. My mother told me that she had second thoughts "big time." This is probably the real reason why they waited for two years to get married. Once she knew that he was the right one, there was no stopping her. Don't worry, you won't have to wait two years for me to come around. I feel very comfortable knowing that I am going to marry you. I began to wonder if this was odd. Am I the only one? I love you. Maybe I won't have to wash the van after all. It looks as if it is going to storm outside. It is really windy. I hope that it rains, this way I can wash the car shortly after. That way it isn't so hot. I started to wash it earlier, but it was too hot outside. My mother wants me to stop taking the birth control pills. She said that they make me too sick. They are going to get me an appointment up in San Diego with a Doctor that speciallizes in this type of stuff. BC pills are related to a higher risk of some cancers which I already have a high risk of from BOTH my mother's and father's side of the family. I guess there are other heredtary risks I might have. I am going to continue taking them until I go to the appointment. Any kind of being sick is better than the pain cysts create. How has life been since you got back to Los Alamos? I can't wait for school to get back in session. My mom and I are going to drive up the 16th or the 17th and I will continue back to work I have to go pick my sisters up from school. They usually walk home. There is a lightning storm on the way and we don't want them to walk home in it. I love you and I will write more when I return. Love always, Wanda