6.27.2011
So I was driving down Palmdale Boulevard listening to this dancey song, can't remember what it's called. It's this cover of a cobra starship song... lost in stereo? maybe. anyway.. I saw this dancing sandwich on the side of the road and I swore it was Paul Martell Moyle. Or maybe Jameson. Those moves. Dayun. It made me miss dirty30 so bad! Hey friends, I haven't forgotten about you! I miss you all. I miss the footloose house and bike rides and the res and double dutch at the library. I miss summer in provo. I miss my bike... I left it on campus at BYU.. blue vintage free spirit with pink handle bars? Anybody seen it? Ha..
Sooo... we got locked out of our apartment yesterday morning. We were supposed to be at Ward Council at 7:30 and at 7:30 we realized we didnt have the keys and had locked the door. After several attempts to break in we finally called someone for a ride. Had to hope the fence of our apartment complex in skirts. Noice. It all worked out in the end. Duh. I'm a missionary :)
Our baptism yesterday was just lovely. Carmen Cueva was baptized, following in the footsteps of her daughter Amanda that we baptized last transfer. So great. I love my mission. I sang "I Know that my Redeemer Lives." I was so nervous and I made a lot of dumb faces (Cardenas would be disappointed..) but everyone said it sounded great. Someone said I sounded like Zooey Deschanel so thats good right? Ha..
I wanna but some Toms to proselyte in..
Oh, so I dyed my hair blonde. Yeah. I don't really know why. Curiosity? Isn't that a Britney Spears perfume? Ew. Anyway... a member did it and she basically dyed my hair orange. Ha. It was awful. So as soon as I left her house I called Sister Baum, another missionary and said I had a hair emergency that she needed to fix asap. So it's all good now. Mas o menos. But yeah. Go big or go home right?
Life is good. I love being a missionary. I probably need to appreciate it more. I drive a nice car, a nice apartment, I get fed delicious hispanic food almost everyday. I spend all day just talking to people about the things I love and making friends which is sort of a full time job but it doesn't feel like one because I love it. Yep. I'm SeRiOuSlY So0o0o0o bLeSsEd!! :) ;) :P :D Lolzords roflcopter... $@#$@46578798!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Cool. Love you all. Byezies.
Sooo... we got locked out of our apartment yesterday morning. We were supposed to be at Ward Council at 7:30 and at 7:30 we realized we didnt have the keys and had locked the door. After several attempts to break in we finally called someone for a ride. Had to hope the fence of our apartment complex in skirts. Noice. It all worked out in the end. Duh. I'm a missionary :)
Our baptism yesterday was just lovely. Carmen Cueva was baptized, following in the footsteps of her daughter Amanda that we baptized last transfer. So great. I love my mission. I sang "I Know that my Redeemer Lives." I was so nervous and I made a lot of dumb faces (Cardenas would be disappointed..) but everyone said it sounded great. Someone said I sounded like Zooey Deschanel so thats good right? Ha..
I wanna but some Toms to proselyte in..
Oh, so I dyed my hair blonde. Yeah. I don't really know why. Curiosity? Isn't that a Britney Spears perfume? Ew. Anyway... a member did it and she basically dyed my hair orange. Ha. It was awful. So as soon as I left her house I called Sister Baum, another missionary and said I had a hair emergency that she needed to fix asap. So it's all good now. Mas o menos. But yeah. Go big or go home right?
Life is good. I love being a missionary. I probably need to appreciate it more. I drive a nice car, a nice apartment, I get fed delicious hispanic food almost everyday. I spend all day just talking to people about the things I love and making friends which is sort of a full time job but it doesn't feel like one because I love it. Yep. I'm SeRiOuSlY So0o0o0o bLeSsEd!! :) ;) :P :D Lolzords roflcopter... $@#$@46578798!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Cool. Love you all. Byezies.
6.20.2011
Babies. Lovies. Friendsies and famlies. Hiee!
I am feeling so happy and chipper today. I think it's because its a new week and the last one was pretty exhausting. We did go hiking which was a lot of fun but still exhausting. I spoke at the funeral of Hermano Juan Carlos Arellano. He joined the church in our branch almost a year ago. He was just about to go to the temple. So I spoke in Spanglish and talked about how nice he has always been to me. He made me lunch and bought me a pair of shoes. He always made these brujitas or little witches that we have hanging in our car. Such a great guy all around. But yeah, exhausting day. I was at the church from 8 to 3 setting up for the funeral, the wake, speaking in the funeral, going to the cemetery (pet cemetery?), back to the church for a huge lunch. Oh I should mention that this was a latino funeral of course and he was the only member of the church in his family so EVERYONE was wearing all black. I was wearing NO black. Not one item. Which is odd because its my favorite color... butttt. We just don't wear black at mormon funerals. Apparently you do if it's a latino funeral thought because all the members were. So I hope no one thought I was being disrespectful. I kept saying in my talk "this is not a sad day!! this is not a sad day!" Glad the whole thing's over.
So I finished The Te of Piglet. It's a great book. I learned a lot about being yourself and not wanting to be different than what you are. You are YOU for a reason. Especially in missionary work. It's important to know that you have been called somewhere for a reason. YOU, with your own unique personality and interests and qualities and life experiences. So if you try to act like anyone else except your own true self -- you are impeding the work the Lord would have done. Cool right? I am always myself. Everyone thinks I'm nuts. But I know in my heart that there are people I am teaching that I was meant to teach. And yes, maybe if I never came along to teach them someone else would... but maybe not. And maybe they wouldnt say things quite like I do in a way that touches people and helps them understand the gospel. Its rad. I love my mission so much.
I havent been wearing makeup lately. No need. Its HOT and it just seems to melt off anyway. And I'm tan enough ha.. So yeah. I've been rubbing my eyes a lot in my prayers and it reminds me of my Dad. He's always rubbing his eyes during our family prayers. Miss you dad. Love you.
On Saturday our branch had a big breakfast for fathers day. All the men were given Old Spice body wash. So of course, the next day in Sacrament meeting EVERYONE smelled like Old Spice. Ha. So good. I love latinos.
Welp. Ima try to post some pics now. Wish me luck. Love you all! Ciao-ito.
I am feeling so happy and chipper today. I think it's because its a new week and the last one was pretty exhausting. We did go hiking which was a lot of fun but still exhausting. I spoke at the funeral of Hermano Juan Carlos Arellano. He joined the church in our branch almost a year ago. He was just about to go to the temple. So I spoke in Spanglish and talked about how nice he has always been to me. He made me lunch and bought me a pair of shoes. He always made these brujitas or little witches that we have hanging in our car. Such a great guy all around. But yeah, exhausting day. I was at the church from 8 to 3 setting up for the funeral, the wake, speaking in the funeral, going to the cemetery (pet cemetery?), back to the church for a huge lunch. Oh I should mention that this was a latino funeral of course and he was the only member of the church in his family so EVERYONE was wearing all black. I was wearing NO black. Not one item. Which is odd because its my favorite color... butttt. We just don't wear black at mormon funerals. Apparently you do if it's a latino funeral thought because all the members were. So I hope no one thought I was being disrespectful. I kept saying in my talk "this is not a sad day!! this is not a sad day!" Glad the whole thing's over.
So I finished The Te of Piglet. It's a great book. I learned a lot about being yourself and not wanting to be different than what you are. You are YOU for a reason. Especially in missionary work. It's important to know that you have been called somewhere for a reason. YOU, with your own unique personality and interests and qualities and life experiences. So if you try to act like anyone else except your own true self -- you are impeding the work the Lord would have done. Cool right? I am always myself. Everyone thinks I'm nuts. But I know in my heart that there are people I am teaching that I was meant to teach. And yes, maybe if I never came along to teach them someone else would... but maybe not. And maybe they wouldnt say things quite like I do in a way that touches people and helps them understand the gospel. Its rad. I love my mission so much.
I havent been wearing makeup lately. No need. Its HOT and it just seems to melt off anyway. And I'm tan enough ha.. So yeah. I've been rubbing my eyes a lot in my prayers and it reminds me of my Dad. He's always rubbing his eyes during our family prayers. Miss you dad. Love you.
On Saturday our branch had a big breakfast for fathers day. All the men were given Old Spice body wash. So of course, the next day in Sacrament meeting EVERYONE smelled like Old Spice. Ha. So good. I love latinos.
Welp. Ima try to post some pics now. Wish me luck. Love you all! Ciao-ito.
6.13.2011
Welp. I feel so lame starting this out saying something to the effect of "Well, its been a good week.." But it has ok. We went bowling. We went hiking. We went to a Baptist gospel Jubilee where my companion and I were the only 2 white people. Well, being the only white people isn't so rare.. but usually we're surrounded by latinos.. not black people.
I am learning a lot about myself on the mission. For example, I hate acapella groups.
There are so many indie kids in my zone now. It's out of control. Ha.
I met a turtle named Porkchop and a hamster named Waffles. I also made waffles. And homemade mac n cheese. And tuna melts. And eggplant parm. And bacon and eggs. And such.
We have another baptism coming up! It's the mother of the girl, Amanda, who just got baptized. Cool. It's pretty crazy seeing people actually be converted. She and I were in her kitchen getting water for everyone and she said to me really nervously, "I did what you asked me to. I prayed about the Book of Mormon and about Joseph Smith. And I got an answer. And I ... I want to be baptized." Out of this world. Awesome. I love my life.
One sad thing did happen this week. A recent convert named Juan Arellano passed away. He was just shy of one year in the church and was about to go through the temple. He has always been so sweet to us. He bought me a pair of shoes one time... Man. Crazy but good. A really good man.
The Baptist gospel Jubilee was definitely a highlight of this week. So much gospel music. Singing and dancing and praise dancing! Cool right? Very. I wish I could go more often. I think I'm going to make it a regular thing once I'm off the mish and can spend my time more freely.
Pueeeth. Life is great. I'm reading the Te of Piglet. I'm sunburned a little. A good thing. Picking up some holga pics today. Cheee.
Hope all is well with everyone elsewhere. Love your faces off. Mwah.
I am learning a lot about myself on the mission. For example, I hate acapella groups.
There are so many indie kids in my zone now. It's out of control. Ha.
I met a turtle named Porkchop and a hamster named Waffles. I also made waffles. And homemade mac n cheese. And tuna melts. And eggplant parm. And bacon and eggs. And such.
We have another baptism coming up! It's the mother of the girl, Amanda, who just got baptized. Cool. It's pretty crazy seeing people actually be converted. She and I were in her kitchen getting water for everyone and she said to me really nervously, "I did what you asked me to. I prayed about the Book of Mormon and about Joseph Smith. And I got an answer. And I ... I want to be baptized." Out of this world. Awesome. I love my life.
One sad thing did happen this week. A recent convert named Juan Arellano passed away. He was just shy of one year in the church and was about to go through the temple. He has always been so sweet to us. He bought me a pair of shoes one time... Man. Crazy but good. A really good man.
The Baptist gospel Jubilee was definitely a highlight of this week. So much gospel music. Singing and dancing and praise dancing! Cool right? Very. I wish I could go more often. I think I'm going to make it a regular thing once I'm off the mish and can spend my time more freely.
Pueeeth. Life is great. I'm reading the Te of Piglet. I'm sunburned a little. A good thing. Picking up some holga pics today. Cheee.
Hope all is well with everyone elsewhere. Love your faces off. Mwah.
6.06.2011
TJthomander duh.
Yeaaaaaaaah. There's all these Elders breathing down my neck right now haha to get me off the computer. They are reading this as I type. Welll.........
What happened this week? I got a new companion. Her name is Hermana Allison Clare Morning Skye Beauchamp. I know right? She's great. We love all the same music. Ok, some of the same music.
I miss Elder Cardenas.
Jesus wants me for a zombie.
Ok, so I received an amaaaaaazing birthday package in the mail from my good friend Dave Murray. I will post pics next week. He went above and beyond.
We have seen some real miracles this week. I'm starting to get used to hearing people say things like, "Wow! Where were you girls a year ago!?" and "I just kept feeling something tell me: Open the door! Open the door!" So cool. Missionary work is rad.
We have a family we are teaching that is out of this world. The mother was raised in foster care, sexually abused from ages 5-16. Became a heroin addict. Has diabetes and a boat load of other health problems. Her husband who is not really her husband has had a ridiculous life as well. They have 2 kids. One is an alcoholic who's the dad of 2 other kids living with them. The other kid is a 13 year old who overdosed on her moms meds last week and had to go to the hospital to have her stomach pumped. They each have their own lawyer and are waiting to see if Child Services is going to take the kids away from their parents/grandparents. One of the kids rode her bike into a wall last week and split her knee open. I got to play doctor.. bandaging her up and telling her she MUST go get stitches. She didnt... turns out her knee cap is broken and its infected. Nice. This family! Ahh.
Yeah, so we work in the ghettooo. Sometimes in nicer areas. But yeah.
I love my mission. Its not as hard or boring as I thought it would be... ha. I have made some lifelong friends and will continue to do so I'm sure. I am learning a ton about myself and changing a lot.. more than I know I bet. It's cool. I hope someone enjoyed reading this..
Love you all.
Mwah.
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