This week has gone pretty well, lots of interesting things as always. The most interesting of all was Yolanda. She was a referral from the Primary President, they know each other because Yolanda works as a lunch lady at her childrens’ school. While she was giving us the referral, her girls were moaning and saying not to give her address to us because she is so mean. Hermana Borrayo gave it to us anyways and we went. When we to her door we heard yelling about money and wages and it did not seem like a good time. H Poulton knocked on the door disregarding it and out came Yolanda a 70 year old lady.
She came up to us and stared us down for a long, awkward minute, then said, “Que bonitas!!” She was very excited to have three random people show up at her door to talk to her. She asked us if we wanted to come in for some margaritas, which she had out, we quickly declined. Her husband, who had been the one yelling, came out and told us he was going to call the police, FBI and immigration because Yolanda’s sisters were coming and they’re that awful. She told him to get away and he went inside. Then we asked her what her family meant to her, which is usually a safe question. She responded saying she would get rid of them if she could. She told us about her grandkids and asked us if we wanted to come to a party with them. And she said that skinny-dipping would be involved! I am pretty sure she did not get the concept of what missionaries do. Not at all. She offered us more alcohol, then when we refused she gave us candy. She showed us a picture of a model from Brazil that she loves. Then her husband came back out. She said she gets a new ring for every 10 years they’re married. We told her we loved her ring and she went to her husband and said (in Spanish), “I’m married to this man and all I get are these rings, and they say ‘Que bonito!!!'” Then her husband went on about how even though they’ve been married for 40 years she’s hidden the marriage certificate. We then made a return appointment (in between her telanovelas) so we could actually talk about why we’re there.
So craziest lady ever. Her and her husband–so over the top joking, yet serious, yet still in love? When we told the Borrayo family, the girls were so distraught. They asked if Yolanda was going to come to church and were sad. They even told us about how the school wanted to fire her as a lunch lady but she’s just a volunteer so they can’t. She steals kids lunches…. Yep.
Moving on. Another crazy person. Steven. We went looking for another referral from the same family. We knocked on a door and started talking to Steven. He first off invited us in for food even though he had never met us before, then started talking to us. He told me that I had food in my teeth and he got me floss. It was funny/awkward. We told him that we’re missionaries and we were looking for the Borrayo friend. He informed us if it was his next door neighbors they’re weird and he doesn’t like them because they don’t give him lemons off their tree like the old neighbors. We soon realized we were at the wrong house. So he taught us how to find/read addresses, “It’s a four digit number that you match to the address you’re looking for.” Thanks. Then he walked us to the neighbors’ house and he rang the doorbell for us. Then when they weren’t home, we talked to him. He told us he was Athiest and then he told us about his electronics business and tried to sell us phone chargers and adapters. It was just ridiculous. So we told him if the chargers were all the same blue he would have had us sold, but sadly no, and so we helped pick up some water bottles that were in his yard and left.
Lately the Elders have been leaving musical voicemails when we don’t pick up which is pretty hilarious. E. Markham has a ukelele and he plays it to whatever he wants to say. We also used this method during a meeting where we talked about our investigators. It made everything more exciting.
Also, I am sad to report that my knowledge of Harry Potter is dwindling. It took me five minutes to name all of the books!!!!!! Worst day of my life. Although everyone should look up 3 Nephi 13:21 (I think) because it is a quote Dumbledore says at some point. I just can’t remember which book/movie anymore.
This week we made a couple batches of cookies. Our oven hasn’t been used for a long time and my companions are scared of it. So we resorted to baking them in the toaster oven. It takes us ten minutes for six cookies…. It’s really fun though, something I’ve never done before.
There’s been lots of weird gurgles lately… I gurgled in the middle of a prayer this week, mid-word. H. Poulton gurgled during a conversation and E. Markham gurgled sporadically. I don’t really know what that means. Also after Golden Corral, during our second dinner last week my stomach gurgled and they assumed I was still hungry. That was hilarious because it was just making weird noises and I was for sure not hungry.
On Saturday we gave a church tour to a guy, Juan. He wants to change his life and has really been searching so we’re excited for him. The bad thing is he can only meet on weekends so we’ll see where this goes. It’s looking really positive though! The funny thing was when the Elders drove past when we were at the door. E. Markham was wearing this crazy mask and they were all making crazy faces but we couldn’t acknowledge it because we were already talking to Juan. Apparently E. Markham used the mask this week to scare E. Reinhardt. He was not feeling good, so when E. Markham jumped and yelled to scare him, E. Reinhardt started throwing up which I think is hilarious (everyone knows all my throw up stories….). Then E. Markham was just confused for the next little while.
Transfers are next week! So that means that our companionship could change. We think that both H. Jardon and I are staying but we’re not sure about H. Poulton. Actually, what we think could be completely wrong and there’s no guarantee I’ll stay in Rimgrove. So if anyone happens to write, just send it to the mission office (170 W Duarte Road Arcadia, CA 91007). We get mail at least once a week so I might not give out my home address… It’ll be easier in case I end up changing areas and just as fast.
Hermana Laura Johnson