December 3, 2012

Here are some pics. I can't believe I actually figured out how to put them on here! I'm so smart! Anyway, this week was crazy. It started out really good and we were talking to a lot of people everyday. We found a couple new investigators and one of them said she would be baptized. Then we moved. The entire day was moving stuff. And we didn't finish after one day. Or two. Or three. Today is probably the last time we'll have to go back to the old place and get some things and finish cleaning. Our new apartment is really nice. I guess I'll just tell you the address now even though I wrote a letter with everything on it. 600 Central Ave. Apt. #53. The complex is called Canyon Creek apartments...um I'm not sure what the zip code is so you can just look it up. Sorry. We're not sure how to get mail yet. The keys we have don't work.

Um...since the move, I've been lazy and kinda sick. I've been getting very bad headaches. The companionship seems to be a little better now. I feel excluded from it...but that's what I want. The other two Elders are always messing around or talking to each other while I quietly sit and drive or think. As far as missionary work goes, they do not make a good team. But with all three of us, it's ...alright. I don't have much to compare it to, but I can tell the difference between good days and bad days and I know why they were good or why they were bad. Does that make any sense?

I'm fat. When I sit down, and my belly folds over, that means I'm fat. Right? I have a double chin. That means I'm fat. I get tired when I play soccer on Pdays. That means I'm fat. I'm lazy and I don't want to eat healthy food. That means I'm really fat. I don't have anything to say in this email. I'm thinking really hard but nothing is coming to my mind. I guess I'll write more in the letter. It's addressed to Mommy but it's really for everyone. (sorry mom)

I heard Morgan Gasser is in Grandma and Bapas Ward! That's pretty cool huh? Oh, that reminds me. There are some Pecks in the ward we are in. The dad's name is Gregory. Funny huh. He said that we are related through Martin Horton Peck. Apparently he was Brigham Youngs BFF and had a million wives so that's where we are related...I don't know how to do family history stuff, but I know mommy is good. So try to find that guy. Or maybe Eboneezer or Lucious Agustus Peck. They are relatives too? I feel like we haven't been doing any work in the Deaf Branch. The dinner calendars are still a nightmare. We have two dinners every night this week. Oh goodie. And who gets to call everyone and cancel dinners?? me. And who does everybody hate for canceling dinners? me.

In my letter, I explain how I am the mother of this companionship. I buy the things that we would normally share. So it's coming from my money, and they never have to use their money, yet I am always the one with money. They say they are broke. They buy things like clothes and candy and things we don't need and use up all their money. I buy food, soap, toilet paper, etc. Things we share. I could just stop being so nice and let thim try to figure out life on their own huh?! Maybe that's what I'll do. Yeah. Ok. I don't like talking about myself and my mission very much. I feel like I'm hogging something. Can somebody else talk for me? ugh.

ok bye