My Gospel Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune

We created a Wheel of Fortune game this week and it is so fun! We played it with the Tony Hawk family and with Hermione's family. They all enjoyed it. The Tony Hawk boys asked if I would sing for them and I said I would sing WITH them, but not for them. The youngest boy sang a line of I am a Child of God with me and then stopped so I did too and we got back into our game. At the end though the youngest boy wouldn't say the prayer, so I told him I'd sing for him if he prayed.  He prayed and then, as per Sister Tony Hawk Mom's request, I sang "Families Can Be Together Forever". The oldest boy recorded part of it and sent a Snap Chat video to who knows who, and the six year old said, "You are like a remix of an angel, Sister Poppe!" I'm not sure what the even means. I just picture an angel collaborating with Calvin Harris to create a Rihana-esque rendition of "If You Could High to Kolob" for Mormon HD Radio, but I could be off.

My Gospel Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. I'm probably more proud of them than I should be.

 We had dinner with one of my favorite families in Thunder Mountain on Tuesday. The meal was delicious, but the highlight would have to have been when the 9 year old son told us what you get when you cross Peeta and Katniss' names. It wasn't Katta...

On Wednesday, Sister D2 wasn't feeling well, so we took it easy. We had planned to stop by a lot of stay at home moms' houses in the afternoon and were going to drop by the assisted living home as well, but we figured too many fragile young'uns and elderly folk could be infected. She took a needed nap and then we prepped for our story time on Thursday (more to come later on about that), did our normal online time, watched The Testaments, and highlighted Moroni 10:3-5 and the last two paragraphs of the introduction in all of our proselyting Books of Mormon and added pass along cards with the mission office's phone number written on them inside the front cover. It wasn't the most productive use of time, but given the circumstances it was the best I could come up with; at least we didn't just sit around our apartment.

Story time was not as successful as we had hoped. We aren't giving up though. We talked to people, gathered opinions, and decided that a different time and more advertising will probably yield more attendees. We set one up for mid-November. The actual stories and activities were really great. Sister D2 had the kids help her act out the Good Samaritan story, and I told the story of Jesus feeding the multitude. Every time I said Jesus, the kids had to say, "loves me!"  When I said bread, they had to rub their tummies and make a yummy noise, and when I said fish they had to make fish lips and wiggle their hands together like a fish swimming upstream. They were actually very captivated and didn't run around like they did during Sister D2's story. She gave them an inch and they definitely took a mile...or seven.

We had the Fall Festivals in both of our wards last weekend (I'm still not sure why they weren't called Trunk or Treat...no one was really sure why they changed the name stake wide this year). We had a great time.  We were told that we couldn't dress up on Halloween, but I figured we could accessorize!  So we bought stuff to make sashes and purchased a tiara and went as Miss America candidates.  Plus, I think the no costumes rule applies more for Halloween day when we're out working than for our ward activities, though I could be interpreting it a little too liberally. A group of girls came to the TM festival from another stake in Mesa and they said, "the sisters in our ward would never be cool enough to dress up; you're cool sisters!" #winning The validation of 13 year old girls matters more to me than it should...

Sister D2 told people that she won the pageant; I was okay with that.

We all know my answers aren't PC enough to win a pageant. 

I told everyone I won Miss Congeniality though.

 

We had a great lesson this week with Sirius Black, his wife, and Neville Longbottom.  I felt like we needed to read from the Book of Mormon with them, so we selected Ether chapter 12.  Before we started, I talked about the ways in which the Book of Mormon answers our questions through the Holy Ghost, not always through the literal words of the text.  Then I invited everyone to take a second to pray about something and promised that as we read the Book of Mormon they would receive an answer.  We ran out of time, but I felt like we needed to read a verse we didn't get to, so I said that we would just skip ahead and read that verse before we ended.  After we read that verse Sirius said that verse was exactly what he needed to hear!  We aren't sure what he was looking for exactly, but we know that we facilitated a positive experience with the Book of Mormon with him.

We helped some YW in TK with family history at the YW president's house and it was a ton of fun. She is having us come over the next 3 Sunday evenings to help different girls find names for the upcoming youth temple trip. I love love love love working with them. I can't wait to have daughters.

 

We went to the Phoenix Temple open house yesterday with Hermione and her husband and his parents. We got special permission to go with them on Monday and to change our P-Day to today, Tuesday because the only day during the entire open house they could go was yesterday. I thought it was pretty, but not nearly as beautiful as the Gilbert Temple. We had lunch at a Greek place after that, and stopped at Costco with them on the way home, where I ran into your cousin Camette!

 

I'm really learning a lot lately about listening to the guidance of the Spirit. It's pretty hard sometimes! I have learned a lot about trusting the Lord lately and just letting go and handing everything to Him to fix. Not that my desires change, but I let Him be in charge and try to stop stressing about things I don't have complete control over.  Why do people have their agency?

I finished the Book of Mormon for the fourth time on my mission today!   I'm still learning more each time I read it!  I'm not sure what I'll focus on the next time I read it yet though.

That's a wrap! Enjoy the many pictures this week.

Lots of Love,

Sister Poppe

 

I bought some curlers to try and give my hair more volume. 

This is a daily thing for me.

 

This panda was at the library and I REALLY wanted a picture with it.

I waited until there was no one around and went at it.

"I'M STICKING MY HEAD THROUGH A PANDA!"

 

Banana art at dinner

 

Nug Nug's family got some baby ducks!

 

 

 

This is the Hunger Games Spear

Hello!

I'm about to share with you a story about dreams coming true (it isn't as good as that one time I finally got to go to Disneyland at the age of 22, but it's still good). I brought this plaid shirt on my mission with the hope that I would be able to chop down a tree (or a cactus) in it and feel like a lumberjack. Dreams come true and prayers are answered! We helped the Memorial Day Gun family cut up a tree they knocked over in their backyard on Monday evening. I even used a hatchet to chop a branch off! We shared a message with them after our service and then somehow got off on a tangent about evil spirits.  Spirits terrify me. Sister D2 and I both had bad dreams that night.  From there we tried to contact some people from our area book that were previously contacted and uninterested. We knocked on a lesbian's door. She was polite, but not interested due to our stance on gay marriage. I complimented her sweater though.

I USED THAT HATCHET TO CHOP A BRANCH OFF #lumberjack

Little Memorial Day Daughter wanted in on a hatchet pic (also, sorry for the awful quality of the pictures.  The $400 iPad still struggles with taking pictures in low light situations).

     Never fear!  The Memorial Day Gun Family had another new weapon I could take a picture with.  This is the Hunger Games Spear.  Or just a spear if you're not me.

We had some cancellations this week and I decided we would use that time to drop by and share brief messages with members so Sister Dawson could get to know people more quickly. We had a good time doing that.  At the last family we visited on Tuesday evening I asked if we could pray with them before we left (as per usual) and the family asked Sister Dawson to pray. The dog, Bisquick, thought that prayer time was a good time to get all up in Sister D2's business. The youngest daughter (she is 12 or 13) saw this so she and Sister Dawson started cracking up as the dog sniffed around and then randomly bolted after peering into Sister D2's soul for a few seconds. Sister D2 struggled through another 15-20 seconds of praying before the mom stopped her because she thought she was getting chocked up and was homesick or something. When everyone was filled in on the dog story the wife told the husband to pray because he would be the only one who could keep a straight face. He prayed and we all giggled through the prayer. It was almost 9:30 so I think we were all just a little too tired. I told Sister D2 that the 8 months of mission blessings I had been storing up were all just taken away because we ruined family prayer. We had a good laugh about it a few times throughout the week though.

We got to watch Meet the Mormons on Wednesday and it was fabulous! I was really impressed with the way it was produced. It really is just an opportunity to "meet" six Mormon families. It isn't preachy at all.  I loved the opening in which people in NYC were interviewed and short clips from pop culture were shared to show the inaccuracies that are associated with Mormons. How many missionaries will be able to tell people that they watched a clip from South Park on their mission, with the mission president in the room, and didn't get in trouble? The best part was the brief bit of Tina Fey in 30 Rock they showed. I knew Tina would find a way into my mission somehow! We will be besties with Amy Poehler and J-Law in the CK lounge. #bestieblessings

The United Way does something called Project Connect in which they partner with local churches to create a fair for homeless people. This month it was in our area and many of the denominations got together to staff the event. They have booths set up for employment opportunities, free flu shots, showers, DES, a haircut, and many other things to help homeless people get back on their feet. Everybody gets a free lunch and a week's bus pass as well as a care package with some necessities.  It's pretty cool. We signed up to help and we were assigned two homeless men to guide through the process. The first guy only really seemed interested in the free lunch and we weren't with him long, but the second guy really took the fair seriously. We did the important things first, such as, talking to the employment specialist, and didn't get to less important things, such as the haircut. A lot of these people just enjoyed having humans to talk to, so we spent time talking to our second friend and he said that we were such a pleasure to spend time with. He just got out of jail for failure to pay child support; he lost his job after the 2008 housing bubble burst and wasn't able to make payments. It was good for me to see that there are homeless people who didn't ask for their situation. It was also nice to see that he isn't willing to settle for his position in life. I don't doubt that he will find a job and slowly get his life together.  It sure made me grateful though for my upbringing and my determination in life. It's sad that so many people are content to live in their circumstances as long as they have the very basic essentials. We weren't allowed to proselyte, but we got a referral anyway. We talked to one of the United Way employees just about real life and she invited us over, but we told her we couldn't come because she wasn't in our area, but that we would send some sisters over.

Good quotes from the library this week from our Friday helper friend who is slightly off:

"Other planets don't have to look like ours. They always show Mars with dirt like our deserts because they think other planets will look like ours. I bet they just take photos of our desert and tell us it's Mars."-Friend

"Is Sister Poppe a nickname, Amanda?"-Friend

"Kind of. Poppe is my last name."-me
"Oh. Poppies are dangerous, Amanda. Cocaine and heroine and stuff."-Friend

Harry told me this week that if he dies I have to take care of his dog, Paco. He said if I'm home and he dies I have to come back and get Paco. I definitely never thought someone would will me their dog while on my mission. #proudgodmother

We are getting closer to Harry possibly being baptized!  The bishop is talking with the stake president to see if they can come up with a solution to get him baptized in November!  This is even better news, because I found out on Saturday that I am staying in this area for one more transfer.  TRANSFER NUMBER SEVEN.  People keep telling me that they just need to transfer my records here because I've been here long enough to basically just be a member of the ward.  People were so kind and loving and excited when they found out I was staying for six more weeks. I really do believe this will be my last transfer here though.  By the end of the transfer I will have been here just shy of ten months.

TONY HAWK MOM IS ENGAGED! CRAZY! She is getting married on November 28th.  I can't even believe it.  I am so happy for her.  He isn't a member, but he has been sitting in on our discussions with the boys.

That about does it!

Love,

Sister Poppe

We made pumpkin pancakes for lunch on Saturday. I put Nutella and peanut butter on mine and added a layer of powdered sugar and a sprinkling of cinnamon and sugar.  The dish wasn't complete without some pumpkin spice nuts to garnish the dish (compliments of Brandon and Brianna). I almost died after I ate it and felt sick for an hour, but it was so delicious!

Super Totes Mormon!

After we emailed last P-Day we had a great baking session with Tony Hawk mom. We made pumpkin bread. It was one of my signature stress baking sessions...except they aren't as meaningful when you're allowed to be baking and aren't avoiding a major homework assignment at the same time. Nonetheless it helped me relieve some stress and womanly emotions and stuff.

 

We had exchanges this week with our sister training leader and things went really well! Since it is my companion's first transfer out, we didn't actually split up, our STL just came with us for the day.  She said that my 12 week training hour is the most productive she has ever seen her entire mission.  She told me that I am doing everything perfectly (they keep telling me that, yet I know that I can still improve) and that she can tell we are working very hard in our area and that it will be blessed down the road because of our efforts.  It was a good exchange and good for me to know that I am training correctly, because I had no clue if I was going about things the right way or not.

We had interviews with President and Sister Jenkins as well this week.  I met with Sister Jenkins first and the first thing she said to me was, "Sister Poppe, you are just so fun!  We love having you in our mission. We know you are trying your hardest in everything you do.  Thank you for being here." It was the best thing she could have told me. I don't care what my numbers are or if I baptize a single person while I'm here; I just want to know that I am working as hard as I can.  I don't even care if President and Sister Jenkins recognize that because I know that I am working as hard as I can.  It was nice though to know that despite my low baptismal record, my mission president and his wife know that I am giving it my all and that my numbers aren't a reflection of my work ethic. President Jenkins talked to me about what I want to accomplish on my mission and how I want to achieve my goals.  He said that my goal of setting a good example for my children is wonderful.  He said it makes him sad when people were bad missionaries and then subsequently don't ever talk to their children about their missions.  He said he looks forward to the thought of me telling my children how to be missionaries while they're on missions as I communicate with them once a week. He said I am definitely on the right track to being a good example to my future family (as well as my current one). The fact that I've been in my area for six transfers came up and he asked me to think about if I should stay another transfer or not.  He wants me to think about how well Sister D2 would do without me and how the area would do if I left such a new missionary here to be the "seasoned" one. I've given it a lot of thought and think that I should stay another transfer, which was a hard decision for me.  Ultimately I know that I'm just giving my input and that he may decide differently.  We find out transfers on Saturday, so I'll let you know next week what happens!  I can't believe how quickly this transfer has gone; I'm almost halfway done training Sister D2!

Hobbit Hole Grandpa has had some concerns about the church that he has come across on the internet that are frustrating.  He mentioned a false prophecy about Joseph Smith and a temple in Missouri.  I couldn't find it anywhere, partly because I didn't have the time to really look and partly because he didn't give me a lot of information to work with.  I was praying that I would be able to find what he was talking about so I could read it and interpret it.  Then on Thursday Brandon messaged me and said he needed help answering a question about a false prophecy in Doctrine and Covenants 84:1-5 and that was HHG’s prophecy!  I was so excited! It was an answer to my prayer.  I was able to read it and study it and explain to HHG that it isn't a false prophecy, just one that hasn't been fulfilled yet.  He said he can see how it would be interpreted that way, but that he still doesn't believe it is a true prophecy.  Even though he didn't get out of it what I wanted him to, I still learned from the experience that my prayers are answered!

We were given a referral from the bishop in the Twin Knoll's ward for a couple and we taught them for the first time on Saturday.  There is a slight language barrier, but I don't think their English is so bad that we need to hand them over to the Spanish missionaries (I do too much of that already!), so we will continue to teach them.

We did some service at Lavender Brown's house this weekend and it was so fulfilling!  We got so much done in their yard and their Arizona Porch (or as we call them in the rest of the world, three season porches). She was pretty caught up in something else while we were in her backyard, so I just took charge and told people what to do.  It was nice to have some organization and structure to our service.  We got so much done in the two hours we were there!

Disclaimer: don't read the next paragraph if you don't want to read a rant about sister drama and mission politics.

As you have seen, I changed my profile picture for the whole "I'm a Mormon" profile picture event thing. I saw someone else post a picture that said "super totes Mormon" and naturally I loved it. I think I love abbreviations so much because they juxtapose my normal vocabulary in such a comical and ironic way. Anyway, I changed my picture, and as per the instructions, mentioned the real name of the church. I decided it would be funny to say that hipsters call the church by the full name, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints because it is so not mainstream to use that instead of Mormon. Pretty witty, eh? Well I received a Facebook message from another sister telling me that I should consider removing my comment as it was not dignified and change my profile picture to the appropriate "I am a Mormon" template. Okay, I can take correction when I need to. But here is the thing that killed me, this sister isn't my sister training leader, my district leader, my zone leader, an assistant to the president, the mission president or his wife, a member of the leadership of either of the wards I'm serving in, my mother, or my companion. She is a "co-district leader" in another area of the mission, but she doesn't have any stewardship over my soul. She has no direct authority over me and isn't called by the Lord to be my companion at this time. She literally had no right to message me. On top of everything, she said everything in a tone that implied that I would roll over because she told me to. If it concerned her, she should have taken it to my district leader and he could have corrected me. I stewed about this and debated about whether I would take it down and decided I would ask my district leader for his opinion and that I would respect whatever he said. Because when appropriate, and when guided by the Spirit, I can, and will take correction humbly. I asked him about it and he said that he didn't see a problem with what I posted (he had actually liked my picture already) and that if it didn't bother me or feel inappropriate to me that I could keep it up. Boom! Win for the priesthood! And me. So I kept it up and sent a short polite, yet firm, response letting her know that I saw her message but after discussing the situation with my district leader I decided I was going to stick with what I wrote and keep everything the same. Remember that one time President Monson called Amanda Poppe on a mission and not Amanda Poppe but only if she changed herself and became someone that is not Amanda Poppe? Yeah I remember that time too because it happened exactly a year ago on October 9th. How fitting that I read her message on that day. It strengthened my resolve to continue to be myself and spread the gospel in the ways I know how to best. I am a champion for uniquely obedient missionaries everywhere! For Zion! And Aslan!

To infinity and beyond!

Sister Poppe

*Mom's note.  Two funny stories that Sister Poppe sent me later.  I thought it would include them in the blog because, as I mentioned, they are funny.

1)      Elder Kennard and I are both going for the last little bit of Martinelli's sparkling juice and I snag it.

     "Sister Poppe! I was going to get that."-Elder K

     "You get the priesthood, I get the Martinelli's"-me

2)      Sister D2 HATES it when boys wear sweaters.  We all know how I feel about sweaters and their amazingness.  I love them so much. 

      "I bought a sweater last winter because all the elders did...it does get cold on a
       bike and a sweater looks nicer than a jacket."-Elder Young

      "I HATE men in sweaters; I just hate it!"-Sister D2

      "Sister!  It's a blessing.  Imagine how easy it will be to lock your heart when you
        despise everything about all the elders' winter wardrobes. I, on the other hand,
        will have a really hard time locking my heart with all those sweater clad elders
        running around! I can't get enough of that kind of thing!"-me

        The elders about died; they thought it was hilarious.

We had another ZTM this week.  Sometimes the calendar works out kind of weird and we have two in one transfer.  You'll never guess who was asked to give a training...yep, Sister Dawson and I.  We gave one on having the faith to find.  We focused on using the ward council to help you find instead of aimlessly wandering around.  It went well and people loved it.  I gave them Reese's pumpkins too, so that is probably why.

 

Time for a new profile picture. To the cactus garden on Hawes!

My little craft!  Sister H was getting rid of some scrapbooking paper so I took it and made cute little things that I am going to frame when I get home and put in my living room someday when I actually have a living room to call my own.

Maya learned how to braid hair so she wanted to braid a piece of mine.  Naturally we had to get a picture, and Noah wanted to jump in. We had our dinner cancel on Sunday and I hate asking people to feed us, but an opportunity presented itself after church when Sister Bowman said, "Why hasn't anyone texted me to feed you guys lately! It's been awhile since we have had you sisters over!" So I asked if she wanted the opportunity that night and thus our dinner was saved.

What is the CK Lounge?

Sister D2 got her iPad last week and is officially online proselyting now. She used her first hashtag in her life last week as per my loving instruction. It was a #proudmommoment for me.

Let me break down Thursday for you. It was easily the most emotionally taxing day of my mission. I kid you not we spent 80% of the day listening to people speak.

1. We started off our day with a district meeting. I gave a short 10% training on time management skills and how to use our time wisely after our missions. I gave everybody a Reese's Pumpkin for their participation.

2. Lavender Brown spent over an hour and a half talking to us about her life and problems before we were able to give her any of our planned lesson. We listened kindly and when I noticed an opportunity to segue into our lesson I jumped on it. She really just needs someone to listen to her. I decided that we will view all of our lessons with her as first a service opportunity and when we have spent enough time just listening to her, we will transition into lesson time.

3. We stopped by a random guy's house that had been given a Book of Mormon to see if he was interested in learning more.  I had never met him before and didn't know what to expect, though I figured he would basically say he wasn't interested and we would go on our way.  He invited us in and then spent an hour going off on Ebola in the US and railing on Obama, Obamacare, Indians, Isis, illegals, and told us about the murders that have happened in this area before and told us to be careful.  He said that downtown Mesa isn't fit for young ladies like us and that we should never go there.  Then he went off on credit card fraud and retirement funds. SO MANY ISSUES AND I HAD NO TISSUES.

4. After a failed attempt to contact a potential investigator we stopped by a member's home because Sister D2 had to use the bathroom and couldn't hold it until we got home. It was about 8:47 at this point so we were just going to use the bathroom and then go home for the night, but the member's talked to us about missionary work and stuff until 9:05. I was so tired and just wanted to not talk to human beings anymore. Finally, we left and embarked on our 12 minute drive home.

5. When we finally arrived home I treated myself to a much earned spoonful of Nutella. A Celestial payment indeed.

Speaking of Celestial, one of the elders in my district calls the Celestial Kingdom the CK Lounge and I think that is hilarious. I've incorporated it into my vernacular. Feel free to do the same.

It never does get old playing piano for the elderly residents at Heritage Village. They're so appreciative and sometimes they even tear up. They don't even care that I'm just an average pianist; they adore the way that my songs break up the monotony of their day. Especially Phil. He loves it and even prayed for us before we left on Wednesday because he was so full of gratitude.

We had to turn over an investigator to the elders serving in her area this week. It was sad, but better for her. She needs young friends, so a single's ward is a better fit for her. Not to mention we aren't even the sisters over her family ward...all in all we had no right to her.

A member of our ward has been inviting her to church and we have taught her two lessons so it was time to let go. Sister D2 asked if we could just teach her anyway and I set her straight right away about the importance of boundaries to a missionary. I shared my story with her about the stupid elders who taught and baptized the girl from our area in June and how I wasn't going to be that kind of missionary. I know we will be blessed for our obedience and someone will come along.  Additionally, I've worked harder the last three weeks than I have ever before in my mission, so we should be getting blessed for our diligence as well. For the first time since I've been training we got home before 9:15 the other night. It was glorious to walk into our apartment at 8:57 instead of our average 9:18. I'm going to collapse when I get home in August; I'm literally always tired.

I want to invite all of you reading this to have the local missionaries in your home. I don't care if you're super active, not a member, less active, the bishop, or half dead. A missionary's job is to invite others to come unto Christ. We have been very blessed the last few months to be in many homes with a variety of people. It helps the time go faster and makes us feel useful when we can discuss religion with others. I want every missionary in the world to be busy.  SO INVITE THEM OVER. AND MAIL ME REESE'S PUMPKINS...............and a nice note, because I demand affection. Amanda does mean "worthy of love" after all.

Thanks to Betsy, nice stranger Catherine, and mom and dad for the response to my shameless plea for love and PB chocolate treats. A few elders in my district are shocked that I've received three Reese's parcels and two of them aren't even from my family. One elder said, "Wow, everyone must really know that you love Reese's Pumpkins," and his companion said, "How do you get people to send you so many things?" I told them it is because I've spent my entire life being such a good friend that people want to mail me my favorite candy.  Really it's just because I promised people blessings for spending 10 bucks on sugar and postage. I have been sharing them though; I'm not hoarding all of my goods. It is a true act of Christlike sharing.

General Conference was great!  Saturday morning we watched it with our district at a member's home in another ward that the sisters cover.  I cooked made to order omelets for every member of my district (except Sister D2 because she didn't want one) and the other sisters made French toast. We watched the afternoon session at the church and had Lavender Brown watch it in a member's home.  She ended up opening up to the member about things she is going through and the member told her she should get a blessing  We called around (right after the priesthood session, so it was pretty hard to find someone) and found someone to give her a blessing.  On Sunday we watched both sessions with Harry and his fiancé and her daughter.  It was nice to watch it in his home.  During the afternoon session I had a great experience!  The girl who we turned over to the other elders messaged me and basically in a nut shell said she believes in God now, has been praying, is thinking strongly about baptism, and wants to be a member of the church.  We talked a lot about her concerns and she said, "You make me want to be Mormon." It made me feel so good to feel like I may have impacted someone in a positive way!

General Conference Observations:

1) D. Todd Christofferson sounds like Alex Trebek.

2) When are jewel tones going to die?
3) When will we get PowerPoint presentations during conference?
4) I loved Elder Holland's talk because I have been thinking about service a lot lately. Before my mission I didn't like the idea of helping people who could help themselves, but now I realize that far too often we don't understand all that people are going through. Additionally, we will always be blessed for serving others, even if they don't "deserve" it. I'm sure Christ fed some people loaves and fishes that didn't deserve it. If we can help someone, then we are in the service of our Lord and that is what matters. Now go forth to serve!
5) Thanks to Elder Klebingnat's comments about our bodies being temples and getting into shape, our mission president is going to think that Satan's 5K is an even better idea than he already thinks it is. C'mon Seventies, throw me a bone here! Don't endorse exercise, this is 'Merica; endorse Smashburger.
6) There were a lot of flashy ties. The 12 embraced iPads and now they're accepting modern fashion. What is next? Maybe the Mormon Tabernacle Choir will move into a more fashionable era?

Hobbit Hole Family conspiracies for this week include: Barrack Obama eliminating the 22nd amendment and becoming a dictator, Satan pamphlets being distributed in schools, and blood moons landing on Jewish holidays this year, thus ushering in the Second Coming of Christ.

Well, that is about it!  It was clearly a busy week and there is a lot I'm skimping on in the interest of time!

Love,

Sister Poppe

   District Photo Shoot!  Notice how the elders were instructed to

      re-create our sisters only picture.Somehow I don't think that

     Elder Owens fully captures my essence.

                                      

Cookie Dough Creation lesson with a family in TK

                                

   Library volunteers take a break for a selfie

       Though the weather is still warm, fashion is no respecter of persons. 

      It is boot season, folks!

                                    

Harry's dog in his Halloween costume. 

                                                      

Hahaha.  He hates it.

  

We hiked a little hill this morning.