Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Let’s get to the most important
> things first. This week we were doin' the usual, you know,
> building the kingdom, and I had one of those epiphanies. I
> finally thought of a suitable nickname for each of us. Elder
> Carr and Elder Driggs shall now forever be known (probably
> just for this week) as Sunset and Chipotle Sauce. Elder
> Driggs, I mean Chipotle Sauce, or Chip as I like to call
> him, even helped a bit by showing me a scripture from Alma
> 26. He didn’t show me what he learned from his reading of
> this chapter with the goal of improving our companionship
> title (so he thinks), but what’s done is done. There is a
> line in there that says: peregrinos en una tierra extraña.
> Something like wonderers in a strange land in English. You
> will have to double check that, I haven’t really opened my
> English quad for a while.
>
> Sunset and Chipotle Sauce: Peregrinos en una Tierra
> Extraña.
>
> Okay, moving on.
>
> Elder Driggs just peeked over my shoulder and read what I
> wrote… he laughed in disbelief. I told him that in time he
> would come to realize what is really important in life. He
> said he was going to write about how disobedient I am. Sure,
> I will give him the fact that the white handbook speaks out
> against nicknames, but it says nothing against companionship
> titles.
>
> Companionship unity. What about our new title doesn’t
> scream unity?
>
> Okay, moving on.
>
> Mum, feel free to go with the vitamin c capsules, the
> powder is poison. Sure, the powder may work better, but that
> is only because it scares your body into not ever wanting to
> get sick again. Just thinking about it makes me crave a swig
> of my high fructose corn syrup: the true doctor.
>
> Mum again, feel free to use the ipod. It will probably need
> to be updated if nobody has been using it, which would
> surprise me since you are all a bunch of moochers (smoochers
> if you are Missy and Preston). But if nobody has used it,
> ask Graham to update it for you.
>
> Mum once again, and indirectly Susan. Feel liberated
> (wanted to change things up a bit from free) to use any pics
> you want. If it turns out really good, maybe you could send
> one my way to give to Hermana Watkins… or maybe her
> daughter…
>
> Ooooh that was so inappropriate, Moms gonna kill me! Too
> bad I wont hear about it for another month.
>
> Okay, moving on.
>
> This Saturday was awesome. We cruised on over to the Chapel
> bright and early to build ourselves a font which has now
> popularly come to be known as the blue whale. Isa made it
> through and was ready to go for a swim. Everything was
> amazing. She got baptized along with the daughter of our
> Branch President. The only speed bump this time was
> everything having to do with the baptismal clothes. The
> mission has always gotten clothes from the mission office so
> when the time was closing in I gave them a call and they
> said they would take care of it. They then called me the day
> before to let me know that there is new norm that all the
> wards and branches pertaining to stakes have to get their
> clothes from them and that the office is not supposed to
> take care of it. Having to deal with that made me take a new
> resolve: In my life I am going to always try to do the right
> thing, not just the correct thing. They had the
> clothes, but left us out to dry. The stake didn’t do
> anything either because of the short notice. I didn’t
> appreciate what happened because I am pretty sure Christ
> would have helped us out, but He also wouldn’t have let
> this bug him or stop him, so we didn’t let that happen
> either. Luckily, the members came together and provided
> little Isa with a temple dress, white pants, pretty little
> ties, and all the necessaries. I however realized that we
> didn’t pack my temple clothes so I had to borrow them from
> Elder Driggs. I currently am a tight 36, Elder Driggs is a
> slim 32. That was interesting. I felt like I was getting
> ready to shoot Saturday night fever. Look out John Travolta.
> Not to mention the water was ice cold, which was cool (ha
> ha, pun!). Oh yeah, and seeing as this was my first time
> ever in my life doing this, I never really thought about
> having to bring dry garments, so I clunked around the rest
> of the night moistened with holy water. Maybe in the next
> package you could sneak my pants, tie, shoes, and socks into
> there. I hopefully wont ever have to baptize again, but just
> in case it might be good to have the necessaries. I prefer
> tricking the investigator into choosing a member. I get
> transferred, the member doesn’t. Oh well, we’ll see.
>
> After she was baptized she shared the most amazing
> testimony I have ever heard. It was incredible. She was
> talking about how she knew God lived because she had seen
> him in others. Then she talked about the missionaries and
> said: In them I see the wisdom of an elder, the power of the
> spirit, and an example of a believer: I see my mother. In
> them I see a faithful companion, a true friend, and a
> powerful support: I see my husband. In them I see humility
> and the innocence of a child: I see my son.
>
> It was a really cool experience. I made a CD this week but
> then a member needed to copy some of the pictures so I will
> hopefully be getting that off next week.
>
> Loves, hugs, and high fives,
>
> Elder Anthony Sunset Sky – Wandering strange lands with
> Chipotle Sauce at my side.
>
>
>
Monday, January 4, 2010
read it and weep
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Distant Caretaker,
>
> As always, business first.
>
> I went through the personal pharmacy you gave me and I will
> need some more Vitamin C, Bromex, Defense Plus, Nasal Spray,
> Garlic, and Flora. Also, some of the super rediculous hair
> wax that I would never in my life have gotten but susan made
> me get it and now I really like it and would greatly desire
> some more. Ask susan about that one. Also, I would like to
> request a new tie tack from Harrison. We were running after
> a family that we had to talk to and I felt the tack go
> flying into the outer darkness of an Aranjuez alleyway where
> there is only weeping, wailing, and the gnashing of teeth. I
> was forced to choose between the pleasure of having my tie
> well secured against my body, flail free, clean and classy,
> or the possibility of suprising this potential hearer of the
> word enough to hear our words. I chose the latter. Now
> Captain Moroni and his metallic title of liberty have been
> layed to rest amongst the autumn leaves that now scatter the
> streets of this death trap and enemy to all things that
> partake in any way of the tacking of ties. Naturally, we
> will be having a funeral this coming week in memory of what
> was lost.
>
> So a new tie tack would be great.
>
> There is also a new deal going on in the letter department
> of the mission. We only get letters during transfers,
> interviews, and zone conferences. So if I take a long time
> to answer any questions, either it was a dumb question, I
> forgot it, or I have not yet read it. For example, this
> transfer we had our zone conference and interviews with
> president take place on the same day during week five. I
> just barely got the letters that were sent during those five
> weeks. Good to hear from you all. The only question I
> remember as of right now was Dads. We do get the liahona,
> but due to the above reason, it may take a while. I think it
> would be awesome to take a waltz with you through the
> Conference talks every week. Please do send them printed of
> with all your comments.
>
> Speaking of conference, we got to watch Elder Hollands talk
> in zone conference because we miss the last session here. He
> is a lion.
>
> Alright, business is done, on to the tootsie rool center.
>
> I love to sing (more of a yell). I also love tone deaf
> south americans. The other day we were having a family night
> with my ecuadorian fan club (all the elderly mothers that
> live in the outlying pueblos) and they asked me if I had
> ever heard of Il Divo. Well, (dont laugh mom) they told me
> my voice sounds exactly like their lead man. (Mom, why are
> you laughing? For all you know I may have finally hit
> puberty.) In connection to this, we have a
> new activity with our Elders Quorum Pres. He has always been
> a difficult man to meet with. He is a colombian artist
> (paint), which makes for a super fun mix. Well, instead of
> trying to teach him, I just told him we wanted to stay after
> and sing with him. He loves music and so he had the
> Driggster play the piano and he and I sang. It worked
> wonderfully because afterwards we got to coordinate with him
> a bit for home teaching. During the singing an interesting
> thing happened. We were singing the first noel and i was
> getting way into it. We hit the chorus and instead of
> following the melody i tood the tenor line for a walk about
> 2 octaves and he just stopped, looked at me, and said: i
> love it. So now we are planning on performing it in
> sacrament next week. Il Divo live in the Aranjuez branch. We
> are hoping to have a sell out crowd of 50. I will keep you
> updated.
>
> Speaking of notes, on a sadder note, we didnt have a
> baptism this last week (I will get to that in a moment.). On
> a higher note, we are planning on having two baptism this
> coming saturday, them being Isa (we will get to her in a
> moment) and Helena, the daughter of the branch president.We
> got to go by and teach her at the request of President
> Jarosz (giant polish man who loves to punch Elder Driggs in
> the sternum) about the plan of salvation. She passed. Super
> smart girl. At the end we had a really cool moment. She was
> wondering if I still remembered my baptism, and i told her
> yes. There i three things i remember. First, getting to fill
> up the font with dad. Second, when i was confirmed all the
> priesthood holders were extremely hesitant to place their
> hands on my head because i was currently sporting the spikey
> hair look. Third, i remember the look on my parents face. I
> had seen it before, but i had never felt what i felt from it
> before. I realized how proud of me they were, but i felt
> like there was something more. I felt like there was another
> set of parents, not of this world, that were even more proud
> of me. It was the first time i remember feeling something
> that familiar from that side of the veil. When we taught her
> it was cool to see how proud everyone one in her family
> already was of her. I was glad i got to be there.
>
> As for the Prince, it was kind of a punch to the emotional
> stomach. He called us the other day and said that his
> parents had forbidden him from doing it, and seeing as they
> live in nigeria, there is very nothing we can do. To make
> things worst, Esther, the mother of Micheal had a dream
> about the church that scared her and wont let either of them
> come to church. It is sad how quickly the devil can make us
> forget. It was tough having so much happen that was out of
> our control. We are just waiting on a miracle right now. It
> was one of those times that i had to remember that i have to
> work as if it all depended on me, but remember that it
> doesnt.
>
> Luckily, we were blessed with a ton of tender mercies, as
> always. Isa was praying to know what she should do and
> received the answer that she needed to be baptized. She is
> moving to Bercelona at the end of the month but wants to be
> baptized here. It has been a ton of fun finishing everthing
> up in just a few days. She had her interview with our
> district leader and he said that it was a bit sketchy at
> first. That didnt surprise me, Isa is a fireball. Apparently
> when he asked her if she believed President Monson to be the
> prophet, seer, and revelator today, she said she wasnt sure.
> That scared him a bit. But then came the following: well,
> the book of mormon is true, so he must be. Thats my girl.
>
> We found her on my first day, and we will get to see her
> baptized on my possibly last day. It would be cool on the
> serendipity scale (a scale i just made up right now), but i
> would be sad to leave. I hope they give me at least one
> more. We shall see...
>
> Well, that does it for right now. We gotta go cruise the
> palace.
>
> Congratulations to 4 out of the 7 family members for
> getting excepted to be constestants on survivor. That is the
> lie i have been telling my sensitive self because it is the
> only excuse good enough for going so long without writing.
>
> Love most of you,
>
> Sky- currently tie tackless in Aranjuez
>
>
Distant Caretaker,
>
> As always, business first.
>
> I went through the personal pharmacy you gave me and I will
> need some more Vitamin C, Bromex, Defense Plus, Nasal Spray,
> Garlic, and Flora. Also, some of the super rediculous hair
> wax that I would never in my life have gotten but susan made
> me get it and now I really like it and would greatly desire
> some more. Ask susan about that one. Also, I would like to
> request a new tie tack from Harrison. We were running after
> a family that we had to talk to and I felt the tack go
> flying into the outer darkness of an Aranjuez alleyway where
> there is only weeping, wailing, and the gnashing of teeth. I
> was forced to choose between the pleasure of having my tie
> well secured against my body, flail free, clean and classy,
> or the possibility of suprising this potential hearer of the
> word enough to hear our words. I chose the latter. Now
> Captain Moroni and his metallic title of liberty have been
> layed to rest amongst the autumn leaves that now scatter the
> streets of this death trap and enemy to all things that
> partake in any way of the tacking of ties. Naturally, we
> will be having a funeral this coming week in memory of what
> was lost.
>
> So a new tie tack would be great.
>
> There is also a new deal going on in the letter department
> of the mission. We only get letters during transfers,
> interviews, and zone conferences. So if I take a long time
> to answer any questions, either it was a dumb question, I
> forgot it, or I have not yet read it. For example, this
> transfer we had our zone conference and interviews with
> president take place on the same day during week five. I
> just barely got the letters that were sent during those five
> weeks. Good to hear from you all. The only question I
> remember as of right now was Dads. We do get the liahona,
> but due to the above reason, it may take a while. I think it
> would be awesome to take a waltz with you through the
> Conference talks every week. Please do send them printed of
> with all your comments.
>
> Speaking of conference, we got to watch Elder Hollands talk
> in zone conference because we miss the last session here. He
> is a lion.
>
> Alright, business is done, on to the tootsie rool center.
>
> I love to sing (more of a yell). I also love tone deaf
> south americans. The other day we were having a family night
> with my ecuadorian fan club (all the elderly mothers that
> live in the outlying pueblos) and they asked me if I had
> ever heard of Il Divo. Well, (dont laugh mom) they told me
> my voice sounds exactly like their lead man. (Mom, why are
> you laughing? For all you know I may have finally hit
> puberty.) In connection to this, we have a
> new activity with our Elders Quorum Pres. He has always been
> a difficult man to meet with. He is a colombian artist
> (paint), which makes for a super fun mix. Well, instead of
> trying to teach him, I just told him we wanted to stay after
> and sing with him. He loves music and so he had the
> Driggster play the piano and he and I sang. It worked
> wonderfully because afterwards we got to coordinate with him
> a bit for home teaching. During the singing an interesting
> thing happened. We were singing the first noel and i was
> getting way into it. We hit the chorus and instead of
> following the melody i tood the tenor line for a walk about
> 2 octaves and he just stopped, looked at me, and said: i
> love it. So now we are planning on performing it in
> sacrament next week. Il Divo live in the Aranjuez branch. We
> are hoping to have a sell out crowd of 50. I will keep you
> updated.
>
> Speaking of notes, on a sadder note, we didnt have a
> baptism this last week (I will get to that in a moment.). On
> a higher note, we are planning on having two baptism this
> coming saturday, them being Isa (we will get to her in a
> moment) and Helena, the daughter of the branch president.We
> got to go by and teach her at the request of President
> Jarosz (giant polish man who loves to punch Elder Driggs in
> the sternum) about the plan of salvation. She passed. Super
> smart girl. At the end we had a really cool moment. She was
> wondering if I still remembered my baptism, and i told her
> yes. There i three things i remember. First, getting to fill
> up the font with dad. Second, when i was confirmed all the
> priesthood holders were extremely hesitant to place their
> hands on my head because i was currently sporting the spikey
> hair look. Third, i remember the look on my parents face. I
> had seen it before, but i had never felt what i felt from it
> before. I realized how proud of me they were, but i felt
> like there was something more. I felt like there was another
> set of parents, not of this world, that were even more proud
> of me. It was the first time i remember feeling something
> that familiar from that side of the veil. When we taught her
> it was cool to see how proud everyone one in her family
> already was of her. I was glad i got to be there.
>
> As for the Prince, it was kind of a punch to the emotional
> stomach. He called us the other day and said that his
> parents had forbidden him from doing it, and seeing as they
> live in nigeria, there is very nothing we can do. To make
> things worst, Esther, the mother of Micheal had a dream
> about the church that scared her and wont let either of them
> come to church. It is sad how quickly the devil can make us
> forget. It was tough having so much happen that was out of
> our control. We are just waiting on a miracle right now. It
> was one of those times that i had to remember that i have to
> work as if it all depended on me, but remember that it
> doesnt.
>
> Luckily, we were blessed with a ton of tender mercies, as
> always. Isa was praying to know what she should do and
> received the answer that she needed to be baptized. She is
> moving to Bercelona at the end of the month but wants to be
> baptized here. It has been a ton of fun finishing everthing
> up in just a few days. She had her interview with our
> district leader and he said that it was a bit sketchy at
> first. That didnt surprise me, Isa is a fireball. Apparently
> when he asked her if she believed President Monson to be the
> prophet, seer, and revelator today, she said she wasnt sure.
> That scared him a bit. But then came the following: well,
> the book of mormon is true, so he must be. Thats my girl.
>
> We found her on my first day, and we will get to see her
> baptized on my possibly last day. It would be cool on the
> serendipity scale (a scale i just made up right now), but i
> would be sad to leave. I hope they give me at least one
> more. We shall see...
>
> Well, that does it for right now. We gotta go cruise the
> palace.
>
> Congratulations to 4 out of the 7 family members for
> getting excepted to be constestants on survivor. That is the
> lie i have been telling my sensitive self because it is the
> only excuse good enough for going so long without writing.
>
> Love most of you,
>
> Sky- currently tie tackless in Aranjuez
>
>
Thursday, November 5, 2009
a little late, but still good
November 4, 2009
I hate to say it, and I know you hate to hear it, but I have absolutely no time. Today we went to the mission home to have a zone activity and we just barely got back.
I am happy. I am healthy. I have Total Eclipse of the Sun by Bonnie Tyler stuck in my head.
Things are good.
Really quick, I am doing good on supplements. I am out of life pack, garlic, running low on latero flora, normal flora and could use some sort of muscle soreness lotion or something of the sort. If you believe that the above items should be included in La Carrmacia (mix between Carr and Pharmacia (Pharmacy)) then feel free to include them in the Thanksgiving packages. And yes, I do expect to be receiving something for which I can give much thanks this month.
I have now blown Happy Birthday Kisses to the following people: Isis, Harrison, Preston. It may take a while for them to get there because I had to send them by land, the international kiss blowing rates were a little beyond my price range.
You may be thinking that the following comment was unnecessary and a waste of time. You may be right.
Even quicker now, I got to take part in some pretty cool stuff this week. I got to be part of my first baby blessing. We threw together an awesome BBQ last Saturday which was a blast. At the mission home today President was greeting us at the door as we were walking in and he laughed when he saw me and gave me a hug- not sure yet if this is good or bad. And most importantly I got to be part of a really cool one on one with Ronnie. We were at his house and E. Driggs was helping the family with the food and I was sitting and chatting with Ronnie. He told me he was having a really hard time because of his problems with alcohol and didn’t think he was going to be able to overcome it. Ever since his brother in law died he has been hitting the bottle pretty hard. He is now to the point that he can make it through a whole week, but every weekend he falls. He was so depressed and really didn’t think he could. I got to have a cool experience kind of pumping him back up. I don’t remember hardly anything that I said, but that is just because very little of it was even mine to say. Mostly just told him that I didn’t ever want to hear him say that he couldn’t, because I know, and I know he knows that Christ already did it. Something I have noticed this past week is that in a lot of the places that it mentions faith it almost always mentions hope. And even more impacting to me that it often mentions patience along with it. We must have hope that we can. The faith gets us going, and patience keeps us up fighting. I pretty much told him what I knew: Not very much at all. I am horrible with history, even worse with the future, but I know without a doubt certain things. That is that Joseph Smith saw what he saw. That God answers prayers. That we can because He did.
Sorry if you were totally lost through that. I wanted to try to write as much down as I could because I knew that I would forget how it felt by next week. I think he cried a bit, I couldn’t tell though because someone threw water in my eyes.
Sorry about the whole time thing, I tried to cruise and I still went over what I had.
Love you tons,
Sky
I hate to say it, and I know you hate to hear it, but I have absolutely no time. Today we went to the mission home to have a zone activity and we just barely got back.
I am happy. I am healthy. I have Total Eclipse of the Sun by Bonnie Tyler stuck in my head.
Things are good.
Really quick, I am doing good on supplements. I am out of life pack, garlic, running low on latero flora, normal flora and could use some sort of muscle soreness lotion or something of the sort. If you believe that the above items should be included in La Carrmacia (mix between Carr and Pharmacia (Pharmacy)) then feel free to include them in the Thanksgiving packages. And yes, I do expect to be receiving something for which I can give much thanks this month.
I have now blown Happy Birthday Kisses to the following people: Isis, Harrison, Preston. It may take a while for them to get there because I had to send them by land, the international kiss blowing rates were a little beyond my price range.
You may be thinking that the following comment was unnecessary and a waste of time. You may be right.
Even quicker now, I got to take part in some pretty cool stuff this week. I got to be part of my first baby blessing. We threw together an awesome BBQ last Saturday which was a blast. At the mission home today President was greeting us at the door as we were walking in and he laughed when he saw me and gave me a hug- not sure yet if this is good or bad. And most importantly I got to be part of a really cool one on one with Ronnie. We were at his house and E. Driggs was helping the family with the food and I was sitting and chatting with Ronnie. He told me he was having a really hard time because of his problems with alcohol and didn’t think he was going to be able to overcome it. Ever since his brother in law died he has been hitting the bottle pretty hard. He is now to the point that he can make it through a whole week, but every weekend he falls. He was so depressed and really didn’t think he could. I got to have a cool experience kind of pumping him back up. I don’t remember hardly anything that I said, but that is just because very little of it was even mine to say. Mostly just told him that I didn’t ever want to hear him say that he couldn’t, because I know, and I know he knows that Christ already did it. Something I have noticed this past week is that in a lot of the places that it mentions faith it almost always mentions hope. And even more impacting to me that it often mentions patience along with it. We must have hope that we can. The faith gets us going, and patience keeps us up fighting. I pretty much told him what I knew: Not very much at all. I am horrible with history, even worse with the future, but I know without a doubt certain things. That is that Joseph Smith saw what he saw. That God answers prayers. That we can because He did.
Sorry if you were totally lost through that. I wanted to try to write as much down as I could because I knew that I would forget how it felt by next week. I think he cried a bit, I couldn’t tell though because someone threw water in my eyes.
Sorry about the whole time thing, I tried to cruise and I still went over what I had.
Love you tons,
Sky
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
show me heaven
We talked to a guy yesterday who said that he knew a lot about God. I asked him if he knew God. He thought for a bit and said that he would be willing to listen, but we would have to show him heaven.
I thought that was a cool phrase. Show me heaven.
My hippy side has begun to flourish once again. Mother, feel free to be proud. Father, feel free to be afraid.
I am feeling better from the yuckiness of last week, but i am feeling a new drain: Say hello to the new marathon me! The Driggster and the Romanian love to run. I am willing to follow. Every morning we spend about 40 min. conquering the mountain behind our house. The past few days i have been doing really good on excersices. You know, new motivations. I really want to be able to play with Cal when i get home, and right now i am just not physically capable of such an endeavour.
Me oh my what a week.
We had some really cool things happen with Olga Marzal this last week. For those who do not remember, she is the one who has been kicked in the rear like 500 times by the holy ghost. Her whole life has been leading her to the doors of the chruch of jesus christ, but she has always been unwilling to realize what was right in front of her face. I have good news, she realized. She knows its true. From her first encounter with missionaries 40 years ago all the way to her dialing the wrong number on the phone and ending up with the missionaries, she has been shown heaven bit by bit. This last week we invited her to be baptized and she made a long speal about how she wanted to be totally sure and prepare more and feel it and know it and a bunch of other totally lame excuses. I kind of zoned out during the speal. When she was all done i just told her that is was her date, she could do what she wanted, but God allowed us to feel that this was her date and we knew God wanted her to do it. She looked at us for a bit and started to open her mouth to protest, but she accidentally said yes. Naturally, i immediately called no take backs, double stampies, and no erasies. We got her. She is shooting for the 28th of Nov.
We had to push the prince's date back a bit because we didn't feel he was ready. Yesterday we got to reset it. We felt it finally. He said the closing prayer and prayed to God that He would let him get baptized this time. He said that it was something he knew he needed and wanted and prayed that it would work out this time. Once again, i called no take backs. I even added a no battle. We got him. He is set for the 7th of Nov.
Ronnie and his family and Isa are all doing good. They are still working it for the 28th of Nov. as well.
Oh yeah, another cool thing happened. We ran out of saldo on Sunday. Saldo in Spain is the minutes that we get on the phone. We are charged a certain rate per minute and it subtracts from a monthly allowance of 50€. You could usually expect a solid chew out when you ran out, which i regularly did. Recently, Pres Watkins bumped us up to 70€ so that we would never run out. Well, i ran out. Not sure how, but i did. I called him from a pay phone and he spent the first little while just heaping praise at us for what he saw on Sunday (we will get to that) and then asked what he could do for us. I told him to prepare for an emotion change and told him i ran out. He just asked how much more we would need, 10 or 20. I said that we would be able to do it with 10 and he said, okay, i will give you 20. Then he said, don't ever feel bad for using the tools that the church has given us to further the work of the Lord. He is now going to permanently raise us to make sure it doesn't happen again.
I was pleasantly surprised.
As for what happened on Sunday, we had quite the surprise for Mr Pres Watkins himself. As we were preparing to leave to go pick up some investigators for church, we got a call. It was Watkins telling us he was on his way. We asked to where and he said he was coming to church with us to see what all the fuss was about. We went to church and went through the normal routine. The member all loved Watkins and he even came to our Gospel Principles class. At the end he told us that he had never seen things run so well. Every seat of the church was full, there were several less actives present, and more than 10 investigators to take care of. He said it was amazing. Once again, he began heaping praise we didn't deserve and then went on his way. I still dont agree with the whole praise for the results thing. I have always worked hard on my mission, and my first year i didn't really hear anything because not much happened. Now that things are happening, i realize how undeserved it is because we just have the luck that the timing is right. Nothing to do with me. I blame it all on the driggster.
Well, that does it for me.
Make sure nobody gets to close to Caleb when he is yawning, you may run the risk of falling in. That could cause a bit of a choking hazard if the person is equal to or greater than the size of Harrison.
Love,
Elder Anthony Skyler Oluwa Seun Carr
I thought that was a cool phrase. Show me heaven.
My hippy side has begun to flourish once again. Mother, feel free to be proud. Father, feel free to be afraid.
I am feeling better from the yuckiness of last week, but i am feeling a new drain: Say hello to the new marathon me! The Driggster and the Romanian love to run. I am willing to follow. Every morning we spend about 40 min. conquering the mountain behind our house. The past few days i have been doing really good on excersices. You know, new motivations. I really want to be able to play with Cal when i get home, and right now i am just not physically capable of such an endeavour.
Me oh my what a week.
We had some really cool things happen with Olga Marzal this last week. For those who do not remember, she is the one who has been kicked in the rear like 500 times by the holy ghost. Her whole life has been leading her to the doors of the chruch of jesus christ, but she has always been unwilling to realize what was right in front of her face. I have good news, she realized. She knows its true. From her first encounter with missionaries 40 years ago all the way to her dialing the wrong number on the phone and ending up with the missionaries, she has been shown heaven bit by bit. This last week we invited her to be baptized and she made a long speal about how she wanted to be totally sure and prepare more and feel it and know it and a bunch of other totally lame excuses. I kind of zoned out during the speal. When she was all done i just told her that is was her date, she could do what she wanted, but God allowed us to feel that this was her date and we knew God wanted her to do it. She looked at us for a bit and started to open her mouth to protest, but she accidentally said yes. Naturally, i immediately called no take backs, double stampies, and no erasies. We got her. She is shooting for the 28th of Nov.
We had to push the prince's date back a bit because we didn't feel he was ready. Yesterday we got to reset it. We felt it finally. He said the closing prayer and prayed to God that He would let him get baptized this time. He said that it was something he knew he needed and wanted and prayed that it would work out this time. Once again, i called no take backs. I even added a no battle. We got him. He is set for the 7th of Nov.
Ronnie and his family and Isa are all doing good. They are still working it for the 28th of Nov. as well.
Oh yeah, another cool thing happened. We ran out of saldo on Sunday. Saldo in Spain is the minutes that we get on the phone. We are charged a certain rate per minute and it subtracts from a monthly allowance of 50€. You could usually expect a solid chew out when you ran out, which i regularly did. Recently, Pres Watkins bumped us up to 70€ so that we would never run out. Well, i ran out. Not sure how, but i did. I called him from a pay phone and he spent the first little while just heaping praise at us for what he saw on Sunday (we will get to that) and then asked what he could do for us. I told him to prepare for an emotion change and told him i ran out. He just asked how much more we would need, 10 or 20. I said that we would be able to do it with 10 and he said, okay, i will give you 20. Then he said, don't ever feel bad for using the tools that the church has given us to further the work of the Lord. He is now going to permanently raise us to make sure it doesn't happen again.
I was pleasantly surprised.
As for what happened on Sunday, we had quite the surprise for Mr Pres Watkins himself. As we were preparing to leave to go pick up some investigators for church, we got a call. It was Watkins telling us he was on his way. We asked to where and he said he was coming to church with us to see what all the fuss was about. We went to church and went through the normal routine. The member all loved Watkins and he even came to our Gospel Principles class. At the end he told us that he had never seen things run so well. Every seat of the church was full, there were several less actives present, and more than 10 investigators to take care of. He said it was amazing. Once again, he began heaping praise we didn't deserve and then went on his way. I still dont agree with the whole praise for the results thing. I have always worked hard on my mission, and my first year i didn't really hear anything because not much happened. Now that things are happening, i realize how undeserved it is because we just have the luck that the timing is right. Nothing to do with me. I blame it all on the driggster.
Well, that does it for me.
Make sure nobody gets to close to Caleb when he is yawning, you may run the risk of falling in. That could cause a bit of a choking hazard if the person is equal to or greater than the size of Harrison.
Love,
Elder Anthony Skyler Oluwa Seun Carr
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
here you go
Yoddle,
Sorry about the lateness of the email, we have had a pretty packed day. We got invited to go see Las Ventas bull fighting ring with some Elder and then right after caught the tail end of a multi zone bbq…. featuring Aranjuez. All the city zones like to have activities because they are all really close together, but since our zone is the pueblo zone, it is a bit on the impossible side. Luckily, the other missionaries like us, so we get invited... also a small chance we are invited out of pity. No matter, at least people are beginning to hear of Aranjuez.
Las Ventas was cool. According to them it is the most famous bull fighting ring in the world. According to them. I had never heard of it. I found it interesting how the tour guide tried to almost minimize the actual brutality of it all. She kept saying that the bull fighters get extra points if they can kill the bull with the least amount of suffering possible. I for one am indifferent to the sport, but I figure that if you are going to be hanging out in the outlying edges of Babylon, you might as well just go party in the center and quit fooling yourself. No need to cover up. A grown animal is being slaughtered in 20 minutes for the entertainment of others. Admit that the crowd cheers more when the kill is hard. And they cheer even louder when the bull starts to win. All I know is that the whole time I kept having the whole gladiator deal running through my head.
Maximus!
Oh yeah, I also thought it was really funny how they blindfold and armor the horses. I could just imagine a horse chilling there in the dark thinking: its nice of them to dress me up like this, but I would really like to know what is going on out there, everyone sounds like they are having a great time- ooouughgghugoouughg! What the heck was that!? Did I just get hit by a car?
As you can tell, I got a lot out of the tour.
Sorry about the distractedness. This last week a went through a bout of strep throat which was no fun. I didnt want to call the mission nurse because she just loves to drug people up on the cheap medicine. So instead I went downstairs and knocked on our land ladies door. Turns out that she and mom attended the same herbology class at Hogwarts because she is a pro. At the end of the day I came home to a basket full of lemons on my desk and a jar of all natural honey. The instructions were a nice echo of what I maybe should have remembered from my home treatments. I am over the throat issues and now moving through a baby cold which does a nice job of simply draining me completely.
And here I am.
I just hope what I am writing makes sense.
Its okay if it doesn’t make sense. Nothing now a day makes sense. It is like there is something missing. Some link somewhere. For a moment I thought the missing link might be baby Cal, seeing as he is clearly beyond any norm or standard known to us, but then I realized that there is no chain in existence big enough to consider him as a link. I remain in confusion. Sometimes fear. Especially when I look at the pictures of Cal before going to bed.
Something to ponder.
Well, time is almost spent, but I did do missionary work this last week, so I guess I could share something.
We have been teaching this really nice Romanian man and his wife for a couple of weeks now. He is a strict Orthodox and loves to read the bible. We were teaching him the other day about the book of mormon and we ended up reading a chapter with him. About half way through the Chapter I got this funny thought that we should switch it up. Just switch chapters. I thought it would be weird to just cut it short right there, but the more we read the more bored I felt about the topic we were reading. So finally, I just stopped him and told him to switch to 2 Nephi 4. We started reading and I felt way better. I have always loved this chapter. While he was reading he kept pausing and asking us if he should keep going. It was weird because every time we just told him to go ahead and finish the chapter. At the end I started talking and began to ask him a question, but out of nowhere I just went blank. I couldnt think of anything to say. Impossible you may say, but it indeed did happen. So instead of trying to push something out, I just shut up. He stayed there staring at the page. It was totally silent. We were all quiet for about 5 min. Finally, I looked up at him and I saw a tear running down his face. He looked at us and told us that this was word for word how he felt. He said that many times he had thought about these things and he felt a strange burning in his chest. He couldnt describe it. I had one of those cheesy realizations after. We are all trying to teach as the perfect companionship: us and the spirit. Sometimes when we are teaching, we have to give the spirit a chance to teach.
He is not married yet so he will take a bit to get baptized, but he knows how much of a miracle he is.
Sorry, time is gone.
Love you bunches,
Elder Anthony Skyler Oluwa Seun Carr
Sorry about the lateness of the email, we have had a pretty packed day. We got invited to go see Las Ventas bull fighting ring with some Elder and then right after caught the tail end of a multi zone bbq…. featuring Aranjuez. All the city zones like to have activities because they are all really close together, but since our zone is the pueblo zone, it is a bit on the impossible side. Luckily, the other missionaries like us, so we get invited... also a small chance we are invited out of pity. No matter, at least people are beginning to hear of Aranjuez.
Las Ventas was cool. According to them it is the most famous bull fighting ring in the world. According to them. I had never heard of it. I found it interesting how the tour guide tried to almost minimize the actual brutality of it all. She kept saying that the bull fighters get extra points if they can kill the bull with the least amount of suffering possible. I for one am indifferent to the sport, but I figure that if you are going to be hanging out in the outlying edges of Babylon, you might as well just go party in the center and quit fooling yourself. No need to cover up. A grown animal is being slaughtered in 20 minutes for the entertainment of others. Admit that the crowd cheers more when the kill is hard. And they cheer even louder when the bull starts to win. All I know is that the whole time I kept having the whole gladiator deal running through my head.
Maximus!
Oh yeah, I also thought it was really funny how they blindfold and armor the horses. I could just imagine a horse chilling there in the dark thinking: its nice of them to dress me up like this, but I would really like to know what is going on out there, everyone sounds like they are having a great time- ooouughgghugoouughg! What the heck was that!? Did I just get hit by a car?
As you can tell, I got a lot out of the tour.
Sorry about the distractedness. This last week a went through a bout of strep throat which was no fun. I didnt want to call the mission nurse because she just loves to drug people up on the cheap medicine. So instead I went downstairs and knocked on our land ladies door. Turns out that she and mom attended the same herbology class at Hogwarts because she is a pro. At the end of the day I came home to a basket full of lemons on my desk and a jar of all natural honey. The instructions were a nice echo of what I maybe should have remembered from my home treatments. I am over the throat issues and now moving through a baby cold which does a nice job of simply draining me completely.
And here I am.
I just hope what I am writing makes sense.
Its okay if it doesn’t make sense. Nothing now a day makes sense. It is like there is something missing. Some link somewhere. For a moment I thought the missing link might be baby Cal, seeing as he is clearly beyond any norm or standard known to us, but then I realized that there is no chain in existence big enough to consider him as a link. I remain in confusion. Sometimes fear. Especially when I look at the pictures of Cal before going to bed.
Something to ponder.
Well, time is almost spent, but I did do missionary work this last week, so I guess I could share something.
We have been teaching this really nice Romanian man and his wife for a couple of weeks now. He is a strict Orthodox and loves to read the bible. We were teaching him the other day about the book of mormon and we ended up reading a chapter with him. About half way through the Chapter I got this funny thought that we should switch it up. Just switch chapters. I thought it would be weird to just cut it short right there, but the more we read the more bored I felt about the topic we were reading. So finally, I just stopped him and told him to switch to 2 Nephi 4. We started reading and I felt way better. I have always loved this chapter. While he was reading he kept pausing and asking us if he should keep going. It was weird because every time we just told him to go ahead and finish the chapter. At the end I started talking and began to ask him a question, but out of nowhere I just went blank. I couldnt think of anything to say. Impossible you may say, but it indeed did happen. So instead of trying to push something out, I just shut up. He stayed there staring at the page. It was totally silent. We were all quiet for about 5 min. Finally, I looked up at him and I saw a tear running down his face. He looked at us and told us that this was word for word how he felt. He said that many times he had thought about these things and he felt a strange burning in his chest. He couldnt describe it. I had one of those cheesy realizations after. We are all trying to teach as the perfect companionship: us and the spirit. Sometimes when we are teaching, we have to give the spirit a chance to teach.
He is not married yet so he will take a bit to get baptized, but he knows how much of a miracle he is.
Sorry, time is gone.
Love you bunches,
Elder Anthony Skyler Oluwa Seun Carr
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
HheEyYy,
(Caleb & Ali)
I got the package. I am speechless. It is a good thing emails are typed and not dictated, because I would not be able to express myself in any way, shape or form. Cal is ridiculous. I honestly can’t think of a joke that works. I would say that you should go play basketball with him, but he wouldn’t fit through the hoop. Even saying that you should be careful about letting him sit on your lap because of the high femur shattering danger would be inappropriate because if it were to happen, which it probably will, I would feel horrible. It’s one of those things that is only funny until it happens.
Mom, forget about getting a new love sac before I get home. In a couple weeks I think Caleb will be bigger and more comfortable than the love sac. He even has built in heating.
I think Cal and I are destined to be best friends.
As for the rest of the package, thank you so much for everything. It was all perfect. I’m going to cut out the picture of Bri flipping off the camera and keep it forever. Atta girl.
Some quick baby sized requests. Ah! I can’t use that term anymore! This could be horribly blown out of proportion depending on what baby comes to mind. If it is an Ali type baby, it works. But if Cal comes to mind, you are going to have a serious headache. Any object of such magnitude should be handled with great care, for even the thoughts can cause great harm to insides of one’s head bone.
(Caleb & Ali)
Some quick minimally sized requests that in no way should be thought of as being comparable in smallness to Caleb who is in no way small and minimal. Could you send the recipes for your homemade ranch and salsa? Also, if you can track down the story “the giving tree” it would make a great addition.
Well, I am still a missionary, so I guess I can tell you what’s been going down.
There have been a lot of cool things happening. We have been teaching English classes for the last couple of weeks. I love English classes. We don’t speak English in the mission anymore so it is a nice little way to make sure I don’t forget too much. Plus, they are practically handing their fragile minds to me on a silver platter for me to mold to my pleasing. Last week we were going over how to tell someone how your are feeling. In my circle we had about 8 people and by the end they were really getting it down. I had them go practice on the more advanced students in the Driggsters circle which was very effective. They would go up and tap them on the shoulder and say, “Hello, where is the nearest toilet?” And then suddenly grabbing their stomachs and lurching forward, almost to the ground they yell out, “I’M SICK!” We have been working a lot on talking with your body. They are really getting the hang of it.
We got to have couple more awesome family nights with Ronnie and his family. The last one we had we watched the testaments and at the end they had tons of questions. I felt like it would be good to read from the 3 Nephi 11 so they all opened up and we started reading. I thought at first we would only read the first page, but then I felt really strongly that we should keep going just a little bit more. Then when we went a little bit more, I felt that a few more bits would hurt. After about 8 bits we finished the chapter. At the end they all were really pensive and we ended up talking about the focus at the end of the chapter thanks to the spirit the first part brought in. The focus at the end is baptism. He has been challenged about 10 times and started saying the same excuses. Then his family kicked in saying they wanted to be baptized. We then shared something different, and to be honest, I don’t even remember exactly what we said. He then looked at us and said, okay. We are planning on the 28th of November and if everything goes well we should be able to move it up.
They need lots of prayers.
Well, our hostess is kicking us out.
Love you tons and bunches,
Don’t drop Cal, he may make a hole in the floor and kill Mamina if you are at our house,
Love,
Sky
Thursday, October 1, 2009
the Lord did say he would raise a peculiar people
09/30/2009
Good things are happening.
Business first.
I have not bought a guitar yet, and might not ever be able to. We are way too busy right now trying to fit everyone in, which is a good thing. I did however buy myself a new suit for my birthday seeing as the chubbyness of my bum completely massacred my other pants. Thank you for the suit. I may be spending a bit more to get it all tailored up. Maybe some shoes too. All the sales are happening right now.
Speaking of shoes, thank you for getting that all figured out. I will wait a bit and then send some pictures, mostly of the inside. You can just give them to Jason if he likes them, they are very good quality.
We did end up visiting the thug man, and he was really cool. His name is Rodrigo and he is from Brazil. We taught him about the Book of Mormon and then asked him to read a bit and pray. His answer was, “Thank you so much for this.” He is cool. We will keep him.
Still waiting on the nigerian name. Dont worry though, Oluwa Damilola Adesipo Prince Olekokun wont let us down. I mean, come on, he is royalty.
We did not eat any of the fish. Seeing as we are fishers of men, we didnt want to start any bad habits.
Done, now for news.
Some good stuff and some better stuff, I will let you be the judge.
We went to visit our bombshell, peruvian, old, less active member the other day in the day care center. She always has me laughing up a storm. She is always complaining about all the other old hags in the center. She says that she ended up in one of the nicest rooms, even though she is new, just because her roommate is black. It was cool, she said that everyone else was missing out on this ladies awesome culture, but then it was cooler because she said that seeing as she is a peruvian mountain woman they now have so much culture in that room it is coming out of their ears! Pretty sure I did see something coming out of her ears, didnt know you call that culture. I love sassy old women.
Elder Driggs has made some new strides in his personal development. He is now cursing fluently in spanish. I am hoping the next step in his progression will at least be that he becomes aware of the cursing. It has made for some very funny moments. For example: We were in the kitchen eating lunch, and in walked our new roommate, Juan Carlos, from Andalucia. We were eating egg sandwiches and the Driggster took a bite of his, and of course, the yoke exploded out the other end all over his hand. Well, he ment to say MIRA, but since he cant speak in tu form, it has to be MIRE. Sadly, all he could remember was that he was supposed to have an E somewhere in there. So, with food in his mouth, he screamed out MIERA. This is dangerously close to the equivalent of the shiz word. With food in mouth, it is exact. Juan Carlos stopped, smiled, and said, “Now there is a word I can understand, atta boy.”
Hmm. This has been rather worldly. Maybe we can try to edify a bit in the remaining seconds.
Well, at church we had an amazing turnout. We had so many people show up that we had to add an extra row. As we were shifting over to the last block of priesthood, things were crazy. Everybody loves everybody, which is awesome. Sadly, it lasted really long. We were already 30 min into the class and nobody was teaching. I will go ahead and say it now, it turned out to be a growing experience for me. I had to mature enough tear myself away from the way fun chatting to go see what was going on. I asked the Mission Leader what was going on and he said the the Branch President was going to teach. Only problem was that the Branch President was in an interview. I didnt want the investigators to just sit there for an hour so i asked him what he was going to do. He just looked at me and said this Sunday was the presidency message and it was presidents turn. I asked a few more leaders, but nothing was working. Finally, i just told i would do it. He said okay and got things started. I have had to do this two weeks in a row now. It has been a really cool experience. Both times that we have ended up with no teacher, i have felt really strongly that there needs to be a class. This alone was huge because i love just chatting with everyone and usually never care about shedules. Then when i was teaching, some really cool things happened. Lessons came out that i knew werent mine. Things i have never thought of. Stuff, that when i thought about it later, the investigators there really needed to hear, but i never knew at the time. Kind of a humbling experience, for me at least.
Sorry, time is spent.
Love you bunches,
A big wet kiss everyone,
Sky
Good things are happening.
Business first.
I have not bought a guitar yet, and might not ever be able to. We are way too busy right now trying to fit everyone in, which is a good thing. I did however buy myself a new suit for my birthday seeing as the chubbyness of my bum completely massacred my other pants. Thank you for the suit. I may be spending a bit more to get it all tailored up. Maybe some shoes too. All the sales are happening right now.
Speaking of shoes, thank you for getting that all figured out. I will wait a bit and then send some pictures, mostly of the inside. You can just give them to Jason if he likes them, they are very good quality.
We did end up visiting the thug man, and he was really cool. His name is Rodrigo and he is from Brazil. We taught him about the Book of Mormon and then asked him to read a bit and pray. His answer was, “Thank you so much for this.” He is cool. We will keep him.
Still waiting on the nigerian name. Dont worry though, Oluwa Damilola Adesipo Prince Olekokun wont let us down. I mean, come on, he is royalty.
We did not eat any of the fish. Seeing as we are fishers of men, we didnt want to start any bad habits.
Done, now for news.
Some good stuff and some better stuff, I will let you be the judge.
We went to visit our bombshell, peruvian, old, less active member the other day in the day care center. She always has me laughing up a storm. She is always complaining about all the other old hags in the center. She says that she ended up in one of the nicest rooms, even though she is new, just because her roommate is black. It was cool, she said that everyone else was missing out on this ladies awesome culture, but then it was cooler because she said that seeing as she is a peruvian mountain woman they now have so much culture in that room it is coming out of their ears! Pretty sure I did see something coming out of her ears, didnt know you call that culture. I love sassy old women.
Elder Driggs has made some new strides in his personal development. He is now cursing fluently in spanish. I am hoping the next step in his progression will at least be that he becomes aware of the cursing. It has made for some very funny moments. For example: We were in the kitchen eating lunch, and in walked our new roommate, Juan Carlos, from Andalucia. We were eating egg sandwiches and the Driggster took a bite of his, and of course, the yoke exploded out the other end all over his hand. Well, he ment to say MIRA, but since he cant speak in tu form, it has to be MIRE. Sadly, all he could remember was that he was supposed to have an E somewhere in there. So, with food in his mouth, he screamed out MIERA. This is dangerously close to the equivalent of the shiz word. With food in mouth, it is exact. Juan Carlos stopped, smiled, and said, “Now there is a word I can understand, atta boy.”
Hmm. This has been rather worldly. Maybe we can try to edify a bit in the remaining seconds.
Well, at church we had an amazing turnout. We had so many people show up that we had to add an extra row. As we were shifting over to the last block of priesthood, things were crazy. Everybody loves everybody, which is awesome. Sadly, it lasted really long. We were already 30 min into the class and nobody was teaching. I will go ahead and say it now, it turned out to be a growing experience for me. I had to mature enough tear myself away from the way fun chatting to go see what was going on. I asked the Mission Leader what was going on and he said the the Branch President was going to teach. Only problem was that the Branch President was in an interview. I didnt want the investigators to just sit there for an hour so i asked him what he was going to do. He just looked at me and said this Sunday was the presidency message and it was presidents turn. I asked a few more leaders, but nothing was working. Finally, i just told i would do it. He said okay and got things started. I have had to do this two weeks in a row now. It has been a really cool experience. Both times that we have ended up with no teacher, i have felt really strongly that there needs to be a class. This alone was huge because i love just chatting with everyone and usually never care about shedules. Then when i was teaching, some really cool things happened. Lessons came out that i knew werent mine. Things i have never thought of. Stuff, that when i thought about it later, the investigators there really needed to hear, but i never knew at the time. Kind of a humbling experience, for me at least.
Sorry, time is spent.
Love you bunches,
A big wet kiss everyone,
Sky
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