(Editor’s note: Dallyn did not
include a title with her last blog entry. Rather than publish it title-less, I
named it based on a statement from her first paragraph.)
Hello everyone!
Happy Monday! Let's just jump right
in!
Highlights:
-We have a new district leader,
Elder Bloxham. In his self-introduction in our District Meeting he said, "I
would prefer it if you called me by my proper title: King of the
District." This transfer is going to be really fun. Also, he's from Saint
George but tells people he's from Sweden. I can now finally keep a straight
face when he tells people that.
-When going through our ward list, I
saw that we have someone named Baltazar in our ward. If you haven't seen Arthur and the Incredibles, please do so
now. It's cheesy and ridiculous, but it has David Bowie in it so it's OK.
-It's hilarious to watch a 70-something-year-old
woman and an 80-somethng-year-old man call each other crazy and make fun of
each other. No, not a brother and sister; they're married.
-I am now the only missionary in the
ward that is not CRAZY about Coca-Cola. One out of four.
-Happy Birthday to the mission! It
was created one year ago this month! Woo!
-Presidente Munive told me today
that there are three more elders in the mission than sisters. Our takeover is eminent...dun
dun dun!
-People keep telling me I look like
the girl from The Fault in Our Stars. Guess what I wish I had
read/watched before I left. Guess what is on my list of things to do when I get
home.
-Advice about being a missionary:
don't zone out. Even if your investigator talks about nothing. I zoned out this
week and the conversation somehow went from baptism to the heart of Christ
being in a church tower in Guadalajara. And it took like 15 seconds to get
there.
-Missions are funny things because I
think things like, "Well, it's Preparation Day, so normally I'd just wear
a t-shirt, but since I'm eating with the mission president today I guess I'll
add a scarf.
-I had my first Mexican hot dog.
Where the hot dog usually goes was a grilled chili wrapped in bacon and
smothered in like four different sauces. The hot dog itself was in one of the
sauces, cut into little pieces. So. Good. So not healthy.
-The funniest thing I saw all week
was three guys dressed super-cowboy: boots, hats, felt shirts … the works. But
one was on a motorcycle and the other two were in a square-ish sidecar. Oh how
I wished I wasn't in a lesson so that I could laugh hysterically like I wanted
to.
-I got to paint! That's pretty much
a rite of passage here, so I am OFFICIALLY a missionary. No ifs, ands, or buts
about it. I'll send pictures next week because this computer is old and won't
let me.
-I saw an angelfish that looked like
a punk. It was white and black and straight-up looked like it had a mohawk and
an attitude.
OK. Hermana Mendez. She's awesome.
The more we work together, the better it gets. I've already learned a lot, and
every day I see more and more why we are working together here and now. One
reason is that we're both really organized and dedicated. Our Area Book is a
mess and needs lots of dedicated organization to get it all better. Also, our
list of members is not accurate. For example, one ward member has an address
somewhere in Utah. True story. We said, "Well, since we aren't blessed to
have a car, I guess we won't be visiting this member, because it's a little far
to walk." I think we're funny.
At long last I can say I love my
mission. It sure isn’t easy, and sometimes it just plain stinks, but I've
gotten to the point where, yes, I love it. And the people. And the food. And I’m
used to sweating so the heat is just whatever
at this point. But I am so glad that I'm here.
Till next week! Love you all!
Hermana Anderson
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