THE STORY OF A CRAZY: 12/09/2013

Hey Yáll!

It was an interesting week. The last week of the transfer is always interesting. As I´m sitting here, I´m stressing out about what is going to happen with transfers. They call us Monday night, and transfers are at 9am Tuesday morning. Not cool. I´m pretty sure ours is the ONLY mission that gives such late notice. But whatever.

I forgot the list of stories in our house, so I´ll have to go with what I remember and fill in the rest next week. Sorry. :/

First of all, we got a new cell phone! Yay! My companion has yet to get a new public transportation card, since we don´t know where to get one, but it´s a work in progress.

Our new house is a dream. There is someone who lives nearby that has what is either a VERY annoying dog, or a piglet. It´s very loud during the night times. Plus, the other day I came home to find that in the hours since I had made my bed in the morning, as giant spider had moved in and made his nasty web on my bed and everything. Gross.

Speaking of gross things, our house is apparently infested with cockroaches. Never in my life had I killed a cockroach before the mission, but these Brazillian cockroaches put the little ones in St. George to shame. Two nights ago we came home and there was a huge one on the floor. But when we tried to kill it, it just ran INSIDE the couch. My suspicion that the couch is filthy has been confirmed, and I´m very glad I´ve been refusing to sit on it this whole time. Last night, when we came home, there was a giant roach up on the wall near the ceiling. Probably the same one. We were wondering how we were going to kill it, when another, even bigger, roach started running/flying up the wall. At that point I was like "Screw it, we´re getting the neighbor´s kid."

We dragged this poor boy Guilherme away from his computer and when we got back the cockroaches were (according to my companion) breaking the law of chastity. I´m pretty sure they were just standing next to each other, but she swears she knows what was going on. Guilherme tried to kill them, but they both just fell down and disappeared. Then he went back to his computer game. I didn´t feel like I could make him try again since that was the first time I´ve ever spoken to the poor boy.

So instead we made the Elders come over. They took forever, and pretty much dismantled the entire kitchen, but eventually they killed both, and ended up finding a third. Then, on the way out, they found another on the stairs and kind of killed it. I´m pretty sure cockroaches don´t die. But at least they broke all the legs and all they could do was lay on their back and move their feelers. Gross.

I also had to share this realization I had this week. So the public bathrooms here don´t have toilet paper in the stalls. There´s one giant roll in the front of the bathroom, and you have to get your toilet paper first. Super annoying, because I´m always analyzing how much I´m going to use, worried that I won´t have enough. But then I feel like people are going to judge me for wasting toilet paper if I take too much. It´s quite an ordeal. But as I was sitting there this week (people watching), I realized that the worst part is that everyone in that bathroom can take one look at how much toilet paper you took, and know EXACTLY what kind of restroom visit you plan on taking. I found it extrememly amusing, but only because I wasn´t the one using the bathroom.

This week I also received an award-winning backhanded compliment. We were teaching this man, who was actually super annoying, about the Restoration. He kept inturrupting every five minutes to ask us if we wanted pineapple. But anyway. I was sitting there, talking about the Atonement and the role of Jesus Cristo in our lives, and he was like: "Have you ever thought about getting smaller lenses in your glasses?"

I was a little confused about what that had to do with Jesus, and responded with a very profound "huh?" He proceeded to tell me, that if I got smaller lenses in my glasses, that I could go back to the United States and find a boyfriend real quick. Ouch. Before the lesson we had already established that he thought we were marriage rejects, and that´s why we were on a mission. So that stung. But Sister Bruno says that he was trying to say he thinks I´m pretty. Who knows. Crazy pineapple man. The worst part is that I didn´t even know how to bring that back to Jesus. So I just ignored it and moved on. And then he asked if we were sure we didn´t want pineapple. Then he got mad that we were saying that we had the true church of Cristo and he started going off about American imperialism. As he drank a glass of Coke. Whatever.

BUT, my dear little friend Hamilton loves me. He´s 2 or 3 years old and he´s the son of our recent convert and he LOVES the sisters. We´ve gotten him to the point that he can almost say "sister". It´s a milestone, let me tell you. So now he calls me Sister Peter. Because that´s what his mom calls me. Anyway. He was talking with Sister Bruno and she asked "Do you like Sister Peter?" And he said "Yes.....I like princesses." HaHA! Princess. That´s me. Then she said "Do you like me?" And he said "Yes........I like balloons." 3 year old logic, you´ve gotta love it.

I´m sure there are some things I´m forgetting, but I´m almost out of time on this computer, so it´ll have to wait until next week. :/

Have a good week everyone!

Sister Peart