What Was That Again?: In Which Betty Doesn't Give a Flying Fig About Grammar and Elder Corbridge is Not Dissing Michael Phelps

That was a hard title to figure out, I tell you. Lots of funny things happened this week.

I am trying to be much better at budgeting my time, seeing as President Mortensen says that we can only spend an hour and half emailing. That's a big struggle in my life, but it's fine. I can figure it out - just don't hate me if my emailing sucks for a bit.

It's been a really good week here - we didn't necessarily have the most statistical success, but I learned so much, it's ridiculous.

We made some friends this week, some of whom include -

- Betty: She's a less active. Did I talk about her last week? I hope not. #thatwouldbeembarassing So, Betty is HILARIOUS. She is so freaking funny. I'm not sure what exactly her hold up is, but she totally needs to come to church. We visited her this week and mostly spent some time talking and laughing and building a relationship with her. I told her about the whole "I don't do things very good/very well"* thing, and she said that she doesn't give a flying fig about grammar. She also said that she wants to go to New Zealand, but if she goes, she won't come back - she'll find a hobbit house.

* For those of you that are unaware - I am a grammar nazi. It's bad. My mother thinks it's hilarious to tease me about it, so she always tells me that she doesn't do things very good - I tell her very well. She laughs.

- Brittney: The Sisters found her at some point. She lives in a super ghetto apartment complex, which makes me a little happy. #lovetheghetto #missionlife We sat down and taught her the Restoration, and it was really interesting - she wants direction and purpose in life, but she thinks that we're all prophets. We'll work on that one.

Side note - This drunk man wearing bug antennae and a skeleton on his shirt kept coming in during the lesson. He totes fell in love with Sister Roe. I think it's hilarious. She doesn't like it when I bring it up.

- June: She lives in another ward, but we went as a district to help her move. Let's just say that being a missionary has made me hate cats. #crazycatladyhousessmell NASTY. It was pretty great, however. Elder Keith, one of our Zone Leaders, was told that he has great "spatial awareness" so he was crowned the "Load Master." I think he was proud. #tetrispaysoff

- Mango: A bird that belongs to one of our members. Mango loved me - she went on my shoulder and did a happy dance. #gettingabirdwhenigethome

The Rodgers were able to go to the temple to do baptisms this week. It was a huge fiasco, and by the time it all panned out, I ended up not being able to go. I'll be totally honest - I was heartbroken. I wanted to go more than anything, but no one seemed to care, and I just wanted to cry. I realized, though, that as much as it stunk, stewing about it wouldn't do a single thing. So, with a butt ton of effort, I focused on the positives - things like the fact that I got to spend 6 months with them, and that we have a temple so close. It took a while, but it worked! The day totally turned around. It was awesome.

Last night, we got to go to a fireside that was spoken by Elder Corbridge. He's in the Seventy. He spoke... last conference? He spoke about Joseph Smith. Anyway, it was freaking AWESOME. He talked all about our Gods. The idea was that thing that makes us do what we do is our God - so if it's popularity, or the crowd, guess who your God is? He talked about how it's great to follow your dreams and said, "I'm not - what's the word - dissing Michael Phelps," but he said that we would be much better off to follow God's dreams than our own, because His dreams are so much bigger than ours.

Okay. Running low on time. Sure love you! Have a great week!

Love,

Sister Liljenkinquist

Elder Vargas is my favorite