Greetings from within the walls of the MTC! Oh gosh there is so much to say that my hands are actually seizing up and refusing to cooperate, blasted things. Ok, first off......I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I wish i could give each and everyone of you a hug, not only because i am deprived of physical contact, other than a grimy/clammy handshake, but because...yes im going to say it again....i love you. Thank you all for all the dearelders you have sent me over the past week. My district is still making comments at this moment as the pile of support, love, advice, cheesy quotes, and poems sit beside me. I wish i had enough time right now to reply back to each and every one of them because i can honestly say that each and every one of those dearelders helped, and i want all of you to know that im doing much better! The work is still tough, Russian is still kicking my butt, getting out of the top bunk at 6:30 in the morning is still a trial my body is refusing to adjust to, but somehow.....im doing it. I have this strength that is helping me push forward, and i couldn't have done it without all your prayers!
Speaking of getting up at 6:30 in the morning, Sis Griffiths my companion just set up her new alarm clock last night and this morning i woke up thinking that the fire alarm was going off, so i shot out of bed with my heart lodged up in my throat and immediately got into "life vs. death/everybody for themselves" mode and and threw myself off the top bunk onto the floor, completely ignoring the fact i had a ladder. My legs had not quite comprehended nor prepared themselves for such an awakening and buckled underneath me as soon as i landed. I was not a happy morning person that morning needless to say.
Oh and Sister Griffiths mom sent us a district party package! Huzzah!
The MTC has been a chang'n this past week! Mission presidents from around the world have been meeting here as well as the first presidency and the quorum of the 12. Rumor has it Uchtdorf is here right now! The entire missionary population has been kicked out of the cafeteria in their honor and we have been eating in the gym for the past week. Last night for dinner i stood in line for 45 minutes smelling the magical scent of bbq wafting from the doors. After my stomach had already began eating itself i entered the doors at long last, got in line, grabbed that soft sesame seed bun preparing myself for that juicy burger only to get the end to see........1/16" slab of dried up discolored ham.......apparently they did a miscount and ran out of hamburgers so had to pull out the leftover ham from breakfast. Today for lunch......one scoop of rice with the last drops of soy sauce that i could muster from the bottle and a single piece of broccoli. If im lucky maybe ill get the last scrapings of the mystery meat bucket at dinner.
So i sang in the worldwide broadcast! If you look close enough you can actually see my right shoulder and i believe a piece of an ear lobe! Let me tell you that camera man was missing out cause as soon as we starting singing i got the worst, most painful tickle in my throat! Half the song was spent only mouthing the words as i tried to use my singing to flex my throat in a desperate attempt of itching the blasted thing. I tried my best to make my contorted face look as spiritually touched as possible, i believe i might have even got a tear. It was amazing to be sitting there looking down on the backs of the heads of the apostles.....
Today was my last trip to the temple in America! The temple is closed for the next 5 weeks and in 2 weeks im out of here! My district can't stop talking about it and have started a count down they are so excited, but i honestly wish i had the original 12 weeks. Im scared out of my mind!
I pray for my trainer each and every day cause she has no idea what is coming to her. I have been talking to my branch president a lot and he has actually setting me up to talk with a counselor. No worries, just to talk and see if maybe perhaps my downward spirals are not only a spiritual trial but perhaps something more. Cause there were times i was actually emotionally dead, yet another blessing in disguise, because this week me and my Sister Griffiths had to clean out the shower drains of the girls bathrooms! I have seen and smelt death, and it is not pretty. For two hours i was using a bent wire coat hanger to pry out what looked like rotten, soggy, disintegrated rat. I then had to pour down the drains some acidic live fungus sludge that then made shower stalls reak of burnt hair. If there was ever a time to have no emotion or care, it was then.
Elder Sitze birthday was spent decapitating a 5 lb gummy bear...
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Have you ever tried drawing a portrait of someones face while not looking at your canvas? Well i have. Have you ever done so as a birthday token? I have. Have you ever unintentionally, suggested that they look like one of the characters from Beevus and Butt-head?...I have.
I want all the family to know that the tradition of the head massager is being passed on! All of the sisters in my district love it! So thank you sage! And Mom i want you to know that me and my roommates have now received two "COMMENDABLE" room checks in a row now! Miracles really do happen.
McCall, I WILL get to writing you! McCall is going to Argentina for all of those who dont know and i am so proud of her, and love her and dont care who knows it! McCall thank you so much for all of your support and love!.....and pictures, oh how they make my spleen burst! ANNIE- dont get pregnant yet, and yes i love you too. I love you all so much! I miss you and thanks again for all your prayers! Until the next crazy hectic P-day that doesn't give me enough time to say everything!
