HELLO FAMILY!
Well. This week has been eventful. And yet I have almost no memory or it.
Transfers happened. I dear Hermana Wright left us to open a new area closer to Austen and train a new missionary as well as becoming a new sister leader trainer person. I miss her dearly, pero(translation: "but"), we had some good laughs and we know it's not the last time we'll see her. For sure.
Sister Leavitt, is our new trainer, and get this, she's from Kennewick Washington. What the random?!?! So yeah, she graduated in '08 from Kennewick High and is in the Kennewick East Stake. Small world. It is a very, very small world. Her dad is the institute director in Kennewick, and when she saw a picture of Jed on my wall, she was like "oh, I do know your brother" from way back when he went to institute there for a bit. Weird. Crazy, random. Small world. So, if you ever wanted to contact a Spence (hahah our dads even have the same name...weird.) and Jannie Leavitt in the Cascade ward, your daughters are serving together in Texas. Small world.
So some fun facts of this week:
My hair was purple. Well, almost. I had bought hair dye a few weeks ago, and finally got around to doing it last p-day. When I was doing the whole prep and it was on my gloves, it looked like I had squashed...blueberries and then was smattering them into my hair. I was sort of mortified. "I am a missionary, going to FHE tonight, and transfer meetings later this week, and I am going to have purple hair." Think of Kate Hudsen in Bride Wars screaming "BLUE! I HAVE BLUE HAIR" and that would have been about my state of panic. But once it was all dyed and stuff and blown dry and curled, it didn't look so bad. Don't worry mom. I don't have purple hair as a missionary. You can start breathing again. It looks good. I did feel a little more wild and bold when we went tracting that night though, and was able to talk to people more energetic-like. I told Sister Wright, maybe I should dye my hair "purple" more often if it would help me be more bold.
That p-day we also went cowboy boot shopping for Sister Wright. Purple hair and boots. Good P-day.
A few weeks ago, we met a really nice girl outside one of the apartment complexes we tract, and she was really excited to see us. Her name was Amelia, and she said that she would text us when her scheduled cleared and she could meet with us. We exchanged numbers, and texted a few days later. She was still really excited to meet and talk with us, but was really busy working everyday and taking her finals for school. And so she told us we would be the first to know when she was free. This weekend, knocking in a different complex, we met a girl. As soon as she opened the door I thought she was familiar to me. And her name was Ameila. No. WAY. What are the chances we'd find her home. We went in and she knew she had met missionaries, but she couldn't remember if we were the ones she had met. Turns out we were. She said that we couldn't have come a better time in her day. She'd been struggling, having negative thoughts, and we showed up, knocking on her door. We said a prayer with her and she talked with us for a while about some goals and views she has for her laugh. She is SO cool. Although she is still busy and in the middle of finals, she still wants to meet with us maybe next week. God is so smart. He just plans everything out perfectly.
We also met, last night Ryan Jirovec. He was on the TV show The Voice, and got second place or something on the show. He's good, look him up. He's done demo's for Andrea Bocheli and JOSH GROBAN. He's now finishing his degree here at Texas State. He had met a few Mormons doing the show, and so talked to us for a little while. Sister Leavitt beign the outgoing missionary she is, asks him if he'll sing a song for us. The deal ended up being that if We sang for him, he would sing for us. Cool. I can't believe we did it. We gathered around Sister Leavitt's tiny hymn book and sang Be Still My Soul. Cool. It took a lot from me to not laugh at our own ridiculousness. He later called his friend Haylee from the show who's a Mormon and told her about these "cute Mormon missionaries who sang a song from their hymn book for him" hahahah typical little Mormon girls. Hahahaha His friend Haylee told him to have us come back and teach him, we'll see if it all pulls together. It was cool though, he sang Awake by Josh Groban for us, and Amazed by Lonestar. He was pretty good too.
OH! I forgot. Cockroaches Nasty little things. And they're in our apartment. GROSS! To the max. One night, Sister Wright was in the shower, and I was in our bedroom, and I heard her yelling some pretty great slang words. I wondered what had happened maybe the water had turned cold. Nope. She had found two cockroaches doing some pretty gross things in the shower. But they had scurried away before we could smash 'em. Needless to say, sleep did not come easy that night. In fact, Sister Miller only got about 3 hours of sleep after finding one in the bathroom at 2am. The next morning, we smashed one in the bathroom, and then Sister Miller found one IN THE LIGHT (WHAT??) in our kitchen. I don't handle these stressful situations well. Sister Miller and Sister Wright were going to take the light off, while I stood ready with hairspray. But, Sister Wright moved to get something for about 30 seconds, and the little (actually it was HUGE, like 3 INCHES) bug started moving down the light and away. I don't know how it happened. But all of a sudden I was screaming. Hysterically At 6:45 am. And then Sister Miller was screaming. I handed Sister Wright the hairspray and she sprayed it and then smashed it. With a frying pan. We've bleached it several times, and I still can't bring myself to use it. Sister Miller has asked me to never scream again. She described it as "a blood chilling experience." So that was fun. It's still taking some to to recover from the trauma induced. I might need therapy when I return home.
Love Sister Montgomery the Third
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