Maybe It's Emily

Regarding the world of soccer, please regard my email to Barrett for my sentiments on the matter. I still hope everything is going alright- the car, the familly, the dogs, the dancing chocolate chickens... What? Who said that? I would send you pictures (yet again), but everything is stupid. Why won't everything work?!?!??? BBBBBAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!! There are times where I feel like Charlie Brown. The poor kid doesn't ask for anything, yet the crap seems to fall on his lap. BUT to help make up for it he has a pretty sweet dog that can fly his doghouse like the Red Baron with a cool yellow bird for a sidekick. And throughout it all, he keeps moving forward. I just want to say, first of all, THANK YOU ALL OF YOU WHO WROTE ME! And Des, I got your letter, it made me SSSSOOOOOO happy! I love you lots and lots and lots! I was actually thinking about you the other day. I was telling my comp about your brothers. Yay for Des!!! And yes, I miss our partieees :) Right now we're in week f

It's funny that you said something about family history. Yesterday my companion and I were with our most recent converts and we spoke about family history work. They already have been interested in their genealogy (lordy, I don't know how to spell that anymore) and about ten years ago spent some time researching. How awesome is that? Their baptism was great. His sister, their neice and their daughter and her family all came, and many more members came than normal, although it was an icky day yesterday. Juliana (not Janina, my bad) was baptised by a brother in the ward with tons of experience and when she went down accidentally swallowed some water. When she came back up we thought she was dying! Not litterally, but we were concerned. She's older right, with health problems. We were all like AAAAAHHHHHHHHH! But she was okay. And then Cloromiro's baptism was performed by our convert from about two or three weeks ago. His first baptism already! The first time he went down

The title of this email means "Help me!" Therefore please do so. I'm so very ready to bang my head against the wall. Only if God doesn't zap me with a lightning bolt first. First of all, I feel terrible. Not only physically because yet again I'm sick, but spiritually. Working has been so hard this week, and our numbers show it. I'm coming to the slow realization that if I don't work with all that I have not only am I wasting my time, but the Lord's time- and God is the kind of person you don't want to tick off by wasting His time. Of one thing I can testify is of the blessings of obedience in the first place. That when we obey from the beginning that we receive rich blessings of peace of knowing what we're doing is right before the sight of God. And when we don't obey we will feel like crap. This is a law irrevocably decreed from heaven! I promise! I'll find a scripture to back me up. In happy news our recent convert, Diego, who got the

The title of this email says "Save the whales!!!" Therefore, do so. This week has been hectically slow. My companion, it turns out has tendonitis in both of her feet. She had been having a lot of pain and we finally went to the clinic on Friday and the doctor told her she shouldn't walk until she's done with the physical therapy he perscribed for her (which she hasn't even started yet). But, the nutter that she is, is taking the pills, got a blessing and is working never the less. I admire her willingness to work, but the mega-heavy-duty pills aren't really helping anymore, and it's been hard to stay focused to work. We have to walk .5 miles per hour so she won't strain the muscles that she's already straining. Crazy lady. We've been spending a lot of time with the mom of one of our recent converts. Her husband recently died and she's taken it really hard. She never wanted to learn anything about the gospel, although two of her children we