Wow. What a week. First of all, happy birthday to my baby brother Jessie! He's 14 today! Sooo oolllldddd! (: Love you, Jess!
And I missed it, but last week was my older brother, Jake's birthday. He's 22 now. He's also supes old. (: I love him, too.
So, holy cow. Tuesday, we biked up to the capilla (chapel) to get the llaves (keys) from some Elders so we could have a lesson there later, and one of the elderes was Elder Lemon.
So, Elder Lemon was getting the keys off of the chain, and he was like, "Are you going to do a church tour? Do you want the baptism key, too?" and we did, so them he was like, "Which one is it?" I showed him, and he was like, "Sorry, I'm still relatively new." I said, "Well, so am I. This is my second transfer in the field,"
He looked at me, and was like, "Wait. Hermana... Miller? Where are you from?" I said the generic Utah, and he was like, "No, where are you from?" When I said Smithfield, I was thinking that he should calm down a bit, as there was no way we knew each other; I'd remember someone with the last name of Lemon; he'd be on my list of people to marry for their last name. (Come on, don't act so surprised. I'm sure every female has a list like that)
So then he's like, "I'm from Hyde Park. Do you have any brothers?" So we established that he didn't know Jake, then we established that he knows Kelton ("what does he look like?" "A taller, skinnier, male version of me with a little darker hair." "what?"). Holy cow, Kelton knows all the people! There was Elder Allen in the CCM, too, recuerda.
So then, on the way back to our apartment, it was pouring, and there were cars turning right as we were crossing at a light. In an attempt to miss a car and with the help of the rain and my dysfunctional brakes, I went up the curb, and back down right into the road. My basket fell off, and guess what? I RIPPED MY TIGHTS. ): Remember last time when I got a huge whole in my knee and it was bleeding everywhere? Well, it was like that, but the other knee, bigger whole, but (thankfully) less blood. I was so upset. I only had one pair of tights left now!
The next day, before lunch, we went up to visit an investigator that doesn't know her work hours like, ever, so we just go and try her at likely times. On the way back, we were coming down this super steep hill, and before the light, because I knew my brakes were sketchy, I attempted to get out of the bike lane and onto the sidewalk at a vehicle entrance to a parking lot. I have no idea what happened, but the next thing I knew, my face was on the ground, my glasses were broken, and guess what. Yeah. THERE WAS A WHOLE IN MY LAST PAIR OF TIGHTS. Huge, right on the first knee. I was so upset that I no longer had tights. My glasses had just broken on the right corner, and, with my hood and my helmet on, though I could tell they were broken, they just stayed in place.
Hermana Andersen was already on the corner contacting someone, so I got up, dusted myself off, walked to the corner, and Hermana Andersen felt I was there, so she was like, "Hermana Miller, puede escribir su dirrecion mientras estoy escribiendo nuestra numero?" So I was like, "Si, hermana, cual es su dirreccion?" The woman looked at me kind of weird, and took my planner and wrote it herself.
After she left, Hermana Andersen turn to me to tell me what happened while I was still behind her, and she just stopped and was like, "... There's dirt on your face... What were you doing back there?"
Don't worry, though. After we got home and I cleaned up a little (you know in the movies when somebody gets hit or something, and there's that cut right there above the eyebrow, and you're like, 'that is so unrealistic. That is the silliest place to get a cut. That would never happen.'? well, I testify to you that even though it's silly, it happens.), we called the district leader and got permission to take the bus to WalMart, fix my glasses with that awesome warranty I got when I got new ones last June that promised that if they broke within a year, I could get knew ones for free, and get some more tights to keep my legs warm. Oh, and we took our bikes to the mission office for the mission bike repair man to fix on Saturday; we'll go pick them up tomorrow.
And guess what? The next day, we walked all the way over to Tahirih (she lives half an hour away on bike), and we got there, she wasn't home, and we looked down at my rain jacket, and there was bird poop. That apparently happens in real life, too.
You know what all this misfortune means?
It means that we're about to find someone that's super prepared to hear the gospel! Yeah yeah yeah!! I'm so excited!!!
But we have to reschedule Kinary's baptism and Maria y Marcos' boda. ): Kinary didn't come to church this week, so we have to move her baptism back a week so she can go to church all the required weeks first, and Maria y Marcos have things to take care of first, so we have to reschedule their wedding.
Esta bien. The Lord will provide.
Les queremos! Hasta Lunes!
Hermana Miller
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