I
have terrible news. When we were at someone's house for dinner I
decided to use their restroom. I couldn't resist the siren call of the
scale there, and made the mistake of weighing myself.
I HAVE GAINED 24 POUNDS!
24
pounds. It's been like 3 months. If I keep this up, I will have gained
144 pounds by the time I come home. No WONDER my elastic band keeps
cutting into my waist. Seriously. I have had to start running in the
morning to avoid having to buy all new clothes. Running. I detest
running.
Anyways. Just thought I would get that out there. That was possibly the most traumatizing bathroom trip of my entire life.
So. Let's see. Ah, I have a self-defense victory story! :D
So
we were visiting this lady that lives right across the street from Mr.
Creeper (who we haven't seen very much recently) and we were standing on
her front porch talking. And by "standing on her front porch" I mean we
were standing on the ground in front of her house. There isn't really a
porch.
Anyway.
So we're standing there and she was pointing to the mountain in front
of her house that was on fire yesterday (La Verkin is very dry) and I
saw that Mr. Creeper was at the top of the hill staring at us. So I did
like our cop teacher told me to and looked him in the eye. Only instead
of looking away we just stared at each other so after a while I got
bored and just did a tiny wave to let him know I would know who to
identify in a line-up and went back to the conversation.
At
that point I went into the "inconspicuous fighting stance" and kept on
talking. I knew he was still on the hill because I looked a couple times
and the lady's dog kept staring at him. After like 10 minutes I go to
look again and he's walking up the driveway towards us. I go into my
"not-so-inconspicuous fighting stance" and I see Sister Gregory (on my
right) go into her "conspicuous fighting stance". Unfortunately, Sister
Keenan was on my left (closest to him) and has never met Mr. Creeper.
He
came up and started off his sentence with "Is it against mission rules
for sister missionaries to..." and I was good and ready to answer with a
firm "yes". However, he ended it with "....take home some fresh
home-grown peaches?". So he went back up the hill and presumably picked
us a bag of peaches.
When
he came back down, he gave us the peaches and asked where we were from
and engaged in a few minutes of pleasant small talk. Then he left.
So
you may be wondering why this counts as a self-defense victory, since
there was obviously no self-defense going on. The victory was that we
stood in fighting stances....and we got peaches. After typing it all
out, it seems like much less of a victory, but our self-defense teacher
was quite proud of us. We told him about it, and he agreed that Mr.
Creeper is indeed quite nice when he's sober. Apparently he doesn't have
any bad feelings for us getting the cops called on him. Either that or
he is eager to appease us so the cops will leave him alone. I guess
they have all had little chats with him about leaving us alone and it's
probably hurting his meth business. Either way, we had peaches for
breakfast. :)
I'm
trying to think about what else happened this week....this nice lady we
had dinner with is making us little purses. She's so sweet.
OH.
Duh. We have another golden investigator! :D Another one in Virgin, no
less. We met with her the other day, she's really excited, wants to get
baptized, and we have a lesson with her tomorrow. Sweet! Growing up her
dad was LDS, and her mom was Catholic, and she apparently just grew up
as a Catholic. She said she's kind of always thought she should be a
Mormon, but she didn't want to let her mom down. Apparently, a little
while ago, she mentioned to her mom that she wonders if she should have
been Mormon. Her mom was like "well why don't you go to church and find
out?" That took her by surprise, and then we showed up. :)
Oh
yeah, one more story: we were supposed to come visit this family, but
we weren't sure which house was there's, so we were walking up the
street trying to guess which one. We thought maybe it was this one, and
then I heard this weird noise, and I was like "is that an exotic bird?"
So we went up to the house and the guy was half naked and drunk and I
just asked him if he had a exotic bird. He was like "who told you?", and
I was like "I just heard it. Can we see it?" Turns out he's a falconer
and has a hawk in his yard. Although, the noise I heard was actually
just the quail that he feeds to the hawk, but hey. He still has an
exotic bird, so I was pretty much right.
Anyway. That's all the time I have for stories today. I'm sure you're all just dying to hear all about good old La Verkin. :P
Have a lovely week!
Sister Peart
Lyn:
My mom said that you've tried sending me some letters. I haven't gotten
any, so that's unfortunate. But at least now I know you haven't
forgotten about me! :D Yay!
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