Pictures!

Morg/Sue... new baby yet???  I hear she's gunna be an 11 pounder.  Let me know when she comes!

Well I was lucky enough to see the Yamamotos on Sunday.  My district leader was worried that I might have weekly visitors since Gennie came last week but I reassured her that these ones drove down from Canada. 

 

My new favourite thing is stalking in the Beehive House.  Let's not lie, I'm good at what I do when it comes to creeping.  Since the sisters can't be alone with men, a companionship needs to follow the all male tour.  So we call it stalking.  You can't let the people on the tour know that you're following them so it's fun for me. 

 

I called a member referral this week.  I'm always scared to call because I don't want anyone to be annoyed at their friends for having the missionaries call them.  I called a 21 year old newlywed named Josh.  I secretly hoped that he wouldn't answer the phone but at the last minute I decided that it would be good for both of us if he was home and answered.  So of course he answered and I told him who I was and that his best friend wanted me to call him.  He told me that him and his wife already attend a Christian Church and I asked him why he thought his friend would want me to call.  (southern accent) "I dunno, ma'am.  I guess it's something special that he thinks is real important."  Awesome.  So he agreed to having the missionaries come and teach him.  He told me that his friend Andrew gave him a Book of Mormon before he went on his mission to Chile.  Even better.  So I called Andrew to tell him the good news and he was sooooo happy.  I could tell that he's been wanting to share what he knows with his best friend for such a long time and his friend took the first step to accepting.  Wooooot!  Andrew thanked me like a zillion times and I was so glad that I didn't chicken out by not calling his friend. 

 

I've learned a ton of Church history since being here.  My companion thinks that the pioneers enjoyed making things hard for themselves.  For example, coming accross the plains with their handcarts, making crafts out of human hair, and painting the benches and whatnot in the tabernacle and assembly hall to look like fancier wood and marble.  Yesterday, we made things hard for oursleves by talking to a really interesting couple.  We saw them on the square and decided to get to know them and teach them a few things.  This was the most textbook hippie/drifter,/h-core/granola couple I've ever seen.  Like Halloween costume hippie perfection.  I thought they were so interesting.  Turns out she used to be part of a very controlling evangelical Church that left her super scarred.  He seemed to like talking about spiritual things but didn't beleive in an organized religion that wasn't political or money driven.  He spoke the way he looked and just kept saying the word organic.  Awesome.   It's so interesting to try and get into the minds of someone so different.  We took them over to the Assembly Hall (that other building on Temple Square) and talked about Sunday meetings and the prophet.  My companion invited them to learn more from the missionaries in their area but they just laughed at us because there is no way of contacting them and they clearly didn't have a home.  My companion was explaining missionaries in general and how they could stop at an LDS Church if ever they see one.  Then the girl somewhat blew up at us.  She said she couldn't take it anymore and had to get out of the building.  Shoot.  We didn't even see it coming.  She had a smile on her face as she was storming out so I don't know if she just needed an excuse for us to stop talking to her or what.  Sister Castañeda and I discussed afterward what we could have done better but I don't know if we did anything wrong.  I think any kind of religion brought back bad memories for her.  We tried. 

 

I got to play a super lame game of basketball this week.  I went with Sister Jardine from Raymond to play basketball with a group of sisters one morning.  I was so antsy to get on the court but it was pretty brutal.  There were already elders playing before we got there so we used half of the court with a flat ball and way too many sisters (with not a huge amount of skill).  My team consisted of a bunch of Canadians and so we killed everyone.  Hopefully we can play again with a smaller amount of sisters and an inflated ball.  It's either that or stick with running small circles in the garage while the polynesian sisters dance.  The sisters who wish they were polynesian dance as well. 

 

I'm off to a meeting with all the first transfers.  Thanks for the love!  A bientot!

-Sister Kyle

SOME PICTURES!!!