It's a"MAZE"ing to See!

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Well, it's about that time of year again. About every year, I always have been the expert to putting up holiday lights on our house. Just like last year, the year before, the year-year before, the year-year-year before, and the year-year-year-year-before. So pretty much every year I've been in charge of setting up the most amazing Halloween display that anybody in my neighborhood or anywhere would come up with for the most spooktacular day of the year. 

Anyway, throughout some of the year, ever since April, I've been employed to work at Walmart temporarily, because Mom and Dad just want me to earn money and learn to work much harder than an average person can do. That got me worried a lot about what the holidays would be like for me if I'm not around the house preparing traditional ideas for the holidays or even having a holiday off of employment. Mom and Dad kept on telling me that I should try to earn enough money for tuition of a college semester. I thought that was a bit brutal to having me to pay for college tuition. Some of the time, I kept on saying to myself and even saying it to Mom and Dad that earning money isn't making me a better person, it's just making me a jerk. They just keep on telling me that it's part of life and I need money to make a living of my own. I'm not quite sure about that, because I thought having money would just make you selfish and only use it for yourself and avoid the poor, needy, homeless, and/or even people who are into trouble of some sort.

So, on the days when I need to go to work, I start to feel worried that I don't want to miss a holiday spending with the family, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas. I just don't know if I can really bear having to have to work on special holidays, because they're way too special to be missed spending time with families. I've made some requests to my employer if I can have the holidays off. But I just kept on getting rejections! :( I kept on requesting for the days off again, and right now they're still pendering to see if I can have those days off. I just keep on hoping I'll have the holidays off so I can spend those entire days with the family.

I probably shouldn't get off subject, because you all want to know about the display processing. Every year, I've been making mostly the same design of it, but I just had to keep on coming up with other ideas that would be fun for different. Every year, there are just two entrances to the front door for Trick-or-treaters, but this year, there's only one entrance right in the middle edge of our front yard. There are some added part of the display that you may have not seen before, like some were given to me for my birthday when they were on clearance after Halloween last year. For example, I've been giving the 15-foot tall ghost blow-up and I had to figure out ways on how to get it to stay up and not trip anybody. It might as well be the main part to pay attention to from everyone who either walks or drives by to see it. There are even some parts that I felt like I had to go buy in order for everything in the display to be complete.

 It always happens every year, because some strands of lights that may have been new from the previous year are just broken for the year to come. It really annoys me and I bet it annoys all of you as well. I just always try to go with everything perfect, but it some of it doesn't always go exactly my way. And speaking about that, every year on the 31st of October, I just hope that every trick-or-treater would try to go through the maze before and after coming to the front door for the treats. But some are just walking to the door without even trying the maze. Probably because children are told by their parents that it's not polite to walk on people's lawns. But I just want all the parents if they're reading this post that at this time of year, it's an exception and the children can walk through the corn maze if they want to. I'll just hope that every trick-or-treater will go through the maze before and after getting the treats from us.

Last year, you probably remember that I uploaded my display on KSL so that almost everybody around Utah would be able to come see my display creation and how it can bring the holiday spirit into everybody. I'm not quite sure if KSL is doing it again this year, but it they are, I most definitely will upload the display on KSL so everyone will find it and be aMAZEd on how it looks. I hope you all enjoyed it and have a HAPPY HALLOWEEN (or if you prefer Happy All Hallows Eve)! :)

Being the Worst Person Ever

Mom has been asking me to write a post at Twelve Makes a Dozen for last hour. I thought that it's her blog she should do things her own way instead of me having to be persistent on giving her more ideas of what should be on the blog. Besides, she told me that she never gets much followers, unless I'm guest blogging for her. She was worried a lot of you might think I disappeared and never wanted to talk on this blog ever again. Well, here I am! I've just been busy a lot, like passing the Math 2020, and it's kind of harder than 1050. You remember those times when I struggled so much with Math. And I've been working at Wal-Mart since April. Being on the Cap Team 2 Crew, it's really hard, because you unload a truck with a lot of loose products and you have to stack them neatly on pallets and carts whenever you're in the backroom of the store.But some recent times, I feel like I'm being criticized by my boss, for every little mistake I've made on the job. At first, my supervisor was always being strict and it felt like I was being the worst Associate at Wal-Mart, it would sometimes make me feel like I want to quit working there and tell my Job Coach to find another job. Something that would help me succeed to my future of being a Special Education Teacher and possibly an author of Children's Books.

Anyway, I did just mention that it feels like I'm being the worst Wal-Mart Associate ever. Not only I make little mistakes on the job, but I'm also complaining in my mind about working on Sundays. According to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, we are made a promise that we keep the Sabbath Day holy by not going shopping or laboring on Sundays. Working on Sundays just feels like it's not my thing at all and it makes me feel unworthy. A lot of times, I just feel like I'm breaking a covenant of keeping the Sabbath Day holy and it makes me feel like I'm being the worst person ever I thought I could try to convince my employer that I could take Sundays off, but then he just told me that I have to work every other Sunday, and I thought that meant he wanted me to work every Sunday permanently, unless I quit working at Wal-Mart. But Mom and Dad kept telling me that I should try something new to do. Save enough money to pay tuition for fall semester at UVU. That also worried me, because right now, I've been working full-time and if I'm going to take a semester at UVU after paying tuition, I'm going to have to ask my employer if I can have part-time.

I guess, you get the idea already. A lot of times, whenever I make mistakes either if their little or big, I sometimes feel like I'm the worst person ever. For example, when some of my family and I went to Tuachan to see Tarzan, we were playing in the hotel swimming pool and I bought a water-proof music speaker that has an adapter for an electronic device. It was working at first, but then some water leaked into the case and it washed up my iPod Touch and it was gone forever. A lot of times, it makes me feel like I'm still being the worst person ever, but people around me have been telling me that nobody's perfect on their lifestyle. Even Mom and Dad (and possibly Sport) have been telling me that life is a test and we're supposed to face consequences and live life to the edge

Even when working at Wal-Mart, I'm sometimes feeling pressured by the fellow associates around me and even my supervisor, whom I found being a PRESSURING SPEED DEMON!! I never meant to be offensive, but so much times at Wal-Mart, my supervisor kept on telling us that we should be quick on the job and sweat so much and be careful at the same time. 

I know in the future I'm going to get encouraging comments from all of you that we all face difficulties and harsh responses from people, because that's part of facing opposition. Even if we're being made fun of and or we make our own mistakes, we still have to learn the consequences and live up to them, like working on Sundays, even if I don't like to do that. Anyway, since I've been telling you what it's like to be the worst person ever, I wanted to show you something. You may have remembered last Christmas, I uploaded so many sketches of Studio C on there with their clean humor. Anyway, I thought I would show these videos of what it's really like to be the worst person ever on these types of college-degreeable jobs.They're really funny, you might laugh your heads off and it will also teach you of the types of things that you shouldn't really do on the jobs, whether you are in these careers or not.

I hope you enjoyed this lesson I'm giving you about my life right now.
And I also hope that you will enjoy these videos!

Mission Report

I know a lot of you have been waiting for quite a long time to see how my mission went, but this is an old talk. It's been a year ever since I've been released on my mission, I totally forgot to tell you a little more about my mission.
I’m so excited to give my report about my mission to all of you, blog followers. The mission has been a wonderful blessing for me and for my family. I didn’t always want to serve a mission. I have to admit I was a little afraid to leave my family and all the people I know and serve somewhere far away. When I turned 19, I went downtown to take a test to see if I could serve a full-time mission. I’ve been autistic my whole life, so I wasn’t surprised when they told me that they just don’t send people on full-time missions if they have autism. 

So we started looking for a church service mission. It was hard to find just the right thing. Then we talked to someone who had served in the special needs seminary program and it sounded like just the right fit. We met with Sister Great at the Granite Seminary and she told us about the Young Church Service Missionary program.




It’s different from the Church Service Missionary program because missionaries have to get a call before they are 25 and usually they have reasons they aren’t able to serve full-time missions. I got to attend the first real meeting of Young Church Service Missionaries when we had a group picture taken for President Monson and then we had a fireside at the Conference Center. It was so interesting to see all of the different people who were serving as Young Church Service Missionaries like me. 


While I was serving my mission, I was able to go to a few of those firesides and they always felt like zone conferences for us. You probably know that my sister, Teach, was also serving her mission at the same time I was serving mine. We talked a lot about the differences and the things that were the same about our missions. But I think the most important thing was that we were all trying to share the gospel with other people, be good examples, and build our own testimonies at the same time.

So ever since I started the mission, I knew I had to be a good example to the special needs children in the seminary buildings. My mom and dad were worried that I might not get the hang of children drooling all the time. However, I never had a problem with that, because when I was little, I was around lots of kids doing actions like that. And we’ve had lots of babies at our house…


Anyway, each of the children in the seminaries were very happy to see me be there every day. The teachers and the fellow missionaries were good to work with. At first, I wasn’t quite sure if I could remember the names of all the children, but with Heavenly Father’s help, I started to learn a lot of them. One of my favorite students was named Awesome Boy and he attended Kauri Sue Hamilton. I was so surprised that he moved onto our street and started coming to our ward! Now that my mission is finished, I still enjoy seeing him every week at church since I don’t see him at the seminary anymore.

When I was at the seminary buildings helping the children learn about the gospel, it made me feel like I was starting my whole life of seminary again. It was a blessing for me to start seminary over again, because when I was in high school, I slept through all of seminary. I was a miss-outer all right! 

Somehow, the teachers had great ideas on how to help the special needs children understand the gospel, like using buttons called prayer aids. It’s when they push the button and it makes it sound like they’re praying. They made their own devotional boards with pictures of each job on them and then they do their part. They also have scripture mastery rhymes and they do their signs for them. For example, I liked doing the rhyme on Alma 41: 10. They say, “Alma 41, Unhappy Wicked One!” That reminds me that wickedness never was happiness. I knew all along that it never was, nor will it ever be, no matter how much Satan tries to make us justify that. That’s an important lesson for all of us to learn.



Now that I’ve told you about how a young church service missionary can serve, I have to admit that I’m actually glad that I don’t have doors slamming in my face or being persecuted in some other way. Although during my mission, I didn’t just go to the seminary buildings to help the students there, but I also served by doing splits with the other missionaries who were doing their full-time missions here in Utah. I didn’t know that part of my experience as a Young Church-service missionary was not just helping children with special needs, but I could also help other non-member families learn about the gospel. The missionaries were happy to have me teach the families about my testimony of the gospel and how it has blessed my life.






One time we had the opportunity to teach at Spigarellis, and the missionaries were having a hard time getting their name pronounced right. I was glad to be there to help them, since I knew the Spigarellis ever since they came to live in our neighborhood.

I also tried to share the gospel on my own whenever I got the chance. Mom bought me a stack of copies of the Book of Mormon and I carried them every day to school in my backpack. I don’t know if you all know I was going to Salt Lake Community College the same time I was serving my mission, but most of the time I had to wear my suit to school and people would ask me why I was always so dressed up. It was a good time to talk to them about the church. I got to give away a few books and sometimes even bear my testimony to them. I hope some of them will join the church.

Sometimes, during the mission, missionaries have to be transferred to a different location. For instance, the first months of my mission I helped at Hartvigsen in Taylorsville. I really enjoyed working with the teachers and students there. I only got to serve over there until the summer started and then I was transferred to Granite Seminary downtown. I sometimes hate policies, but the teacher from the Granite seminary told me that I shouldn’t be serving at seminaries that are further away from my home. I was a little disappointed about that, but I knew that it was part of experiencing what it’s like to transfer to a different location during my mission. 

For the whole mission, I helped out at Kauri Sue Hamilton and then at the beginning of autumn, I started to help at Transitions Academy, which it’s not a seminary, but an Institute for children with special needs. One student named Annie, really liked me and wanted to follow my example by going on a mission in her future. I’m sure she would be an awesome Young Church Service Missionary someday. 

There were a lot of other things that happened during the mission, besides helping the children. The seminary teachers, including the missionaries, got to do a special production called a Choirside. It’s kind of like a fireside, except there is more singing that talking because a lot of children can understand the gospel by music and lyrics. As missionaries, we also got to be in the Choirside but we had to rehearse a hymn by narrating the words. That means we never got to sing the verse, but we got to read the verse like a narrator while the music of the hymn is playing. 

Sometimes, children and even adults have a hard time understanding the scriptures and why we read and follow them. I had a feeling that would be the same for special need children, since they might have hard times understanding things, just like I did in my childhood. So, I made a gigantic book full of pictures with scripture references at the bottom of each one as a way to better understand the scriptures. You can even compare the scriptures to family photos, church history sites, movies, etc. For instance, in one of my favorite movies, called The Lion King, I found a perfect reference that goes along with it. It’s found in Helaman 5: 12 of the Book of Mormon. “And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall.” That reference is an analogy of the character in which the devil bringing all those things to all men is like Scar bringing all those horrible things to Simba, but Mufasa tells Simba the most important advice, “Remember Who You Are.” All my life, that advice has been so powerful, it feels like Heavenly Father’s telling me that same advice and I try to always remember who I am, when I’m serving the mission and even when I’m not. I am a child of God and my Heavenly Father loves me and I love Him.

While serving as a missionary, even if it were easy to act like a Child of God with the special needs children, sometimes it was really hard to act like it at home. Sometimes, I end up having to deal with anger management issues with some of my younger siblings who are occasionally snarky and envious, but my mom would tell me that I should have a missionary voice instead of a coach voice. Most of the time I get along with my younger siblings, but sometimes I don’t. That helped me learn that sometimes it is easier to be nice to people who aren’t related to me, but I should still be nice to people who are related to me, because Heavenly Father loves all His children and He knows that we make mistakes. Even when serving the mission, I still made mistakes while serving, like watching a rowdy TV show or being angry when I’m not serving in the seminary or being on splits with the other missionaries. That’s when I try to find time to go to the temple. I love going to the temple and serving in the House of the Lord. I always wear my missionary badge when I am there and it makes me feel so close to my Heavenly Father that I never want to leave the temple.
As a missionary, I tried to influence and serve my family by giving them gifts that would help them to build their testimonies. For instance, I made each member of my immediate family scripture journals with a packet of references from the scriptures, the Friend, Family Home Evening, and much more. Every time I read the scriptures, I always write down in my journal what I’ve learned from the scriptures and see if it can help me in the future and I wanted my family to experience the same thing. To show my love on Valentine’s day, I bought Scripture Mastery cards to help everyone in the family to know the important things they can find in the scriptures. I hope I have made a difference in their lives by reminding them what is important.



Besides educational opportunities, I also had a fun mission opportunity to enter into Kauri Sue Hamilton’s Cupcake Wars competition. My idea of cupcakes was to make “Book of Mormon Blueberry” and I won the Most Creative award for it. That was an easy chance to remind everyone that I am a missionary and I am happy to give them a Book of Mormon.

I’ve also learned that missionaries can face trials, more than just being spiritually persecuted and causing contention. For example, last Christmas, when I was going throughout the week of serving the children, I started having an irritable headache and it wouldn’t go away for a few days. My mom tried to help me by giving me Ibuprofen, but it didn’t work out as well as I thought. Before Christmas ever came, and I still didn’t feel well, I had to stay home from serving the mission until I felt better and that made me sad. I asked President Happy, my Mission President, to see if he would give me a healing blessing. He brought a companion since my dad was out of town and they came when I asked and gave me the blessing. Right after the blessing, I started to feel almost better, until later that day, I was cured, because it was the Holy Ghost telling me that President Happy and his companion were called to help people. And that missionaries have been called to serve and teach the Gospel in the world and Heavenly Father wants his missionaries to be healthy and not sick.




I tried to write a letter every week to my mission president, just like a full-time missionary. Every letter I wrote to President Happy, I always asked for advice on how I could become a better missionary, especially when residing at home. I asked him for advice on controlling my temper and even how to find more appropriate comedies to watch while on break, like Studio C. By following his advice, it made me a happier missionary which is why I extended my 1-year mission to 18 months. Not because it’s awkward to end during a school year, but because it helped me realize that it has been a blessing for me to help children with disabilities. I decided to because a special education teacher mostly because I like working with these special people. 



I would just like to bear my testimony that I know that the church is the only true church on earth. I’m grateful that our prophet Joseph Smith restored it and it continues on today, led by President Monson. I’m also grateful that I had the opportunity to make a difference for the children that Heavenly Father asked me to serve. I love them and I loved being a missionary. I love my family and friends who supported me during my mission. I love our Savior, Jesus Christ and our Father in Heaven. In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.