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How is everything? Currently I am a little weird. I feel like I've been on drugs for a while now. Yesterday we went and taught a Sunday School class for 12-13 year olds and the real teacher gave everybody cookies. Then we went to the bathroom because we were going to stay for relief society. When I went to walk out of the stall I got super dizzy and fell against the door. Definitely almost gouged out my eye on that stupid little coat hook thing. Dangerous facilities. Anyways. After that I was dizzy the rest of the day. I originally suspected that the nice church lady had drugged us. But Sister Gregory was, and continues to be, fine, so I guess the lady is innocent. I don't know what it is though. I think dizziness usually accompanies other symptoms; like a headache, or nausea, or something. But nope. Just dizzy. Pretty much just walking around like I'm on drugs. At 7pm, we came home to use the restroom before a lesson and I walked into the wall. I didn't think Sister Gregory noticed, but when I came back into the living room she said she had texted our mission president's wife. Sister Center prescribed the couch and lots of water so I wasn't allowed to go to our lesson. :( Our neighbor Sister Miller came over and babysat me while another lady went with Sister Gregory to the lesson. While Sister Miller was talking to me (rudely interrupting my plans to watch the Testaments in Portuguese) I mentioned that something about our washer or dryer was giving some of our clothes purple cheetah print. She then proceeded to take apart our washer and clean all the parts. I sat there helpless on the couch while she then went on an intense cleaning spree of our house. She was thoroughly disapproving of all of our accommodations and kept insisting that there needed to be a YW project to come clean our house.

Backstory: when I first moved into the house I saw that the inside of our dryer looks like someone tried to have a bonfire there. Sister Gregory said it had always been like that, so I just went with it, fully expecting that we would blow up at any second.

So. Back to Sister Miller. She opened up the dryer and about died. She then called over her husband (who she said is a maintenance engineer) and had him look at it. He insisted that we not use the dryer anymore after it electrocuted him while he tried to take out the broken lightbulb. Luckily he was using some fancy insulated pliers. They left, promising they'd call our landlords.

We decided to call Elder Wooley (who takes care of stuff like this) since today is pday and we would need to do our laundry. He got mad at me, saying that it's inappropriate to involve members. He said it should only be between the church and the landlords. FIRST of all, they involved themselves. I was innocently mentioning it to the nice lady, hoping she would have some suggestions on how to remove the purple cheetah print stains. (BTW she stole all our clothes that had said cheetah print, with the promise that she'd fix them) SECONDLY, our landlords told us to go to the Millers if we had any problems/concerns because they trust them. Our landlords are out of town a lot, and the Millers are the ones that they gave the extra key to. So yeah. I got in trouble with the mission office, and I remain fully unrepentant. :) Good times. Sadly, there are no laundromats in our area, so we have to drive to to Hurricane to dry our clothes. Poop.

Lets seeeee, what else. OH! I met my favoritest investigator ever. Besides Michael (who by the way, is tentatively being baptized on August 3. :D Depending on his sort-of-family's schedule). This guy's name is Leonard. We've been planning on meeting with him for forever, but they always fall through, and FINALLY I met him the other day. This is the description I got from Sister Gregory: He's about 40, and has trouble with having faith. Also he likes Scientology.

So this is what I'm picturing: Slightly pudgy, graying/balding man who is very easily confused by things. Also a little bit crazy because he thinks Scientology is credible.

I will now tell you about our meeting, and YOU can judge whether or not Sister Gregory left out a few details....

He drives up in his weird, boxy silver car. He gets out and from a distance I'm like, "hm he's not pudgy. And he's got a tattoo on his leg, that's cool." As he gets closer I'm like "hm, make that about 10 tattoos all over his body............he looks like he's like 27...................oh a mustache. what?! is that a french pirate mustache?! omg it is....ok.................oh and he's got gauges. Frosting on the cake.

Yeah. Leonard was not what I expected. We talked about how the entire country is ruled by questionably legal drug lords who have conditioned our society to rely on unnecessary drugs. How the entire medical system exists solely to push more pills on the innocent public. About the Word of Wisdom, which he understands the scientific reasoning for more than any member. About the evolution of society's values of logic (which he said is a sure-fire way to convert atheists), and about how if you completely understand something in a perfect way, it ceases to exist. It was fascinating. Hands down the most entertaining "lesson" ever. I put "lesson" in quotation marks because it mostly consisted of him talking and me relating as many gospel principles to his crazy theories as I could. 

 

As we were leaving, I was like "Wow. Leonard is not what I expected. I love him!" Sister Gregory says she thinks that I'm good for him because I can keep up with his science. Mostly it involves sifting through the crazy to find legitimate points. Anyways. He's pretty cool.

Oh yes. One more story for the day. Earlier this week I got in the shower, started the water, and saw something frothing up in the tub. I was like "hm, maybe I didn't rinse the tub out yesterday?" Since I was already standing in the shower, and the froth looked curiously dark, I leaned disturbingly close to it so I could see what it was (obviously wasn't wearing my glasses) and realized it was ants. Tons and tons and tons of ants. Logically, I freaked out and spent the next 15 minutes rinsing every single ant out of the shower with our only mixing bowl. I guess they come out of the water fixtures. Nasty. I've since then given up showering in my shower, and abandoned it to the ants. I use Sister Gregory's instead. BUT the next day we wake up and our whole house is covered in ants. We called our landlords, who were out of town, and asked them what we should do. We continued our losing battle with the plague of ants for the next couple days and then the cockroaches joined the fight. Luckily, that day our landlords found service in their mountain retreat and called for the bug guy to come the next day. (They spray our house for free because we're missionaries. :)) The morning after they sprayed there was a single cockroach in the middle of our kitchen floor. We sprayed the crap out of it with bug killer and trapped in under a mason jar. Then we left it there for a few days until our landlord came and got rid of it. 0:) BUT that morning, when we walked outside, our ENTIRE front porch was covered with (no joke!) 20-25 cockroaches, all in various stages of death. Our back porch looked about the same, but with an additional army of dead earwigs. NastynastynastyNASTY! But at least they're dead and outside. 

Anywho, I should probably get going so we can make the long journey to the laundromat and such. Marci, Grandma, and Grandpa win the "we-love-our-missionary" award. Thanks guys!

Everyone have a good week!

Love,

Sister Peart

SISTER JENNIFER PEART

107S 1470E Suite 304

St. George, UT 84790

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