I had four different companions last week, so that was a little exciting! I was with Sister Dumas until she left on Monday at 4, at which point I spent the next 24 hours with the sisters I live with. We did some service in their area and taught a few member families. The people in their wards liked me, so that was nice. On Tuesday the new missionaries arrived and I was asked to host one of them until Wednesday when transfers were. I spent the evening with Sister Harris from St George. She knows Brooke! She is a really cool girl. The next morning we went to transfer meeting and I was assigned my new companion, Sister Dawson. She is from Cuna, Idaho which is close to Boise (which I learned is pronounced Boy-see, NOT Boy-zee, like I have always said it. Who knew?). She is 19 and is pretty quiet, but her goal is to become more outspoken and less shy. We are definitely going to solve that problem while we are together. She is very nice and sweet though--kind of what I imagine Kourtney Nyberg is like as a missionary.
I decorated Sister Dawson's desk with green things to welcome her to the mission!
Sister Dawson and I; I forced her to wear green her entire first week
because she is a greenie. That's a lie, but it would have been hilarious!
When I went to pick up Sister Harris for our evening together, I met a sister who has been out one or two transfers who said, "Oh my gosh! You're Sister Poppe! I'm literally fan-girling right now! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH." I was like, "ah....ha...ha...um, what? Okay, why?" Apparently she loves my blog. I LITERALLY HAVE A ONE MEMBER FAN CLUB. It was the most flattering moment of my life.
There was a record breaking amount of rain last Monday which left a lot of destruction in West Mesa. My area wasn't affected; we just had full retention basins for a few days. They had missionaries serve with the clean-up and sand bagging all week. We got to help on Saturday, but there wasn't much for us to do. They let us loose in a neighborhood and then told us to just knock on every door and see if people needed help. We were only able to stay for two hours which was too bad, because right when we were leaving they said that they were going to move us to another neighborhood that was hit really hard. I wish we could have helped people knock out drywall and stuff! The city administration has been very impressed with our efforts though and people in the community have been too. It has definitely shed a positive light on missionaries and the church in this area.
We had a new inactive family move into the Twin Knolls ward and we went over to visit them on Saturday. It turns out that the husband actually served a mission. He also graduated from high school with Uncle Kyle. I told him that Kyle lives in this stake and he had no clue that he wasn't in Queen Creek anymore. He said the last time he saw him was at their last class reunion and that they talked quite a bit then. We invited them to church, but they didn't come. His wife isn't a member, so naturally we would love the opportunity to re-activate the husband and baptize the wife. We won't be too pushy though or anything, so we will see what happens. I'm hoping they get some good home teachers and that that helps the situation.
Let me tell you. The Thunder Mountain Relief Society knows how to do a Super Saturday lunch right! We had the most delicious food and Costco desserts. Our one investigator in that ward, Lavender Brown, went to the activity with a member so that was good! She is still pretty non-committal, but at least she is making friends in the ward.
Okay, we have a pandemic in this nation and it is not Ebola. It is the ex-specially pandemic. I did not know until my mission that so many people in this world say the word especially wrong! It is especially! Not exspecially! THERE IS NO X IN THE WORD ANYWHERE. Even educated people say it wrong. Seriously. It is starting to get to me. I just have to love the people though and hope that somehow they come across my blog and realize that they are saying the word wrong and correct their ways, because I can't correct them or they will think I am that one mean, stuck up, grammar Nazi missionary.
We started a new fitness challenge this transfer and I hate my life every morning now. We are doing the Couch to 5K app as modified by the mission president's wife. It is awful. I think it should be inhumane to make people run without music. Running is already my least favorite activity in the world. I am out of shape, overweight, and lack in the self-confidence category. When you add in the fact that my heavy breathing and self-loathing thoughts aren't drowned out by Selena Gomez anymore it makes the whole thing even worse. We are training for a 5K in November. As if. I will not be able to run an entire 5K in that short amount of time. I did decide though that this is probably a necessary life change for me and I will run 6 days a week the rest of my mission and prepare to run a 5K when I get home. I think 11 months is adequate time to get my (nonexistent) butt into gear.
Nug Nug's sister, J-Fizzle and I on her last Sunday before she heads to France to be a nanny for ten months. Also, my new fab dress that I got on sale for $7.50.