December 22, 2014
Happy Christmas!
This week was definitely interesting, especially as far as our numbers
went. Monday was P day, Tuesday we spent all day in Jacksonville for a
health thing for Sister Greear, Wednesday was more health things,
Thursday was our mission-wide Christmas party, Friday was interviews,
and Saturday we had our regular four hours of study plus two hours of
service plus trying to fit in the weekly planning we missed on Friday!
Yeah, holy cow, almost no time to proselyte!
I tried doing a handstand this week. The other sisters were over at
our apartment post-nightly-planning and somehow the topic came up that
I have never successfully done a handstand. Well they demonstrated it
a little and when I tried it, I got a running start. Bad idea. The
second time, with some help, I got up into handstand position but
forgot that my arms had to support me so I crashed and burned
(literally, carpet burn). The third time I did it! But I didn't know
how to get down so I fell and that hurt pretty bad. I think I sprained
my finger because it still kinda hurts. Hahaha.
Last week, we felt that we should knock on these certain three houses.
So we did. One of them was a girl named Lauren. We came back this week
and she said she loved the pamphlets, especially the restoration one.
What! Also her only hang-up with setting a baptismal date is that she
wants to read the Book of Mormon. Hey, not a problem. So we're getting
her one and it's our excuse for coming back on Tuesday :) she's
phenomenal.
Want to hear a story about tender mercies? I remember in Texas,
whenever I really wanted something, one of our two next meals would
have that thing (like once I wanted spinach salad. It happened). So
we're driving around and Sister Greear says 'oh man do I want mashed
potatoes' and I said 'the members who are feeding us tonight cook
pretty healthy, so probably don't count on it'. There I go, crushing
dreams. Well I was proven wrong because dinner was pork tenderloin and
garlic mashed potatoes. Sister Greear has told that story about seven
times since then, twice in lessons. Hahahaha.
We were asked to sing in sacrament meeting for the Christmas program
so the four of us sisters decided that Sister Corbridge and I would
sing Mary, Did You Know and Sisters Greear and Butler would sign it.
But, it just wasn't coming together. We got the sheet music last
minute and we couldn't practice because of this and that, whatever. So
we decided to go with The First Noel. Well, it was a miracle because
when we arrived at church and told our pianist that it was now the
First Noel, he whips out this beautiful arrangement of it and somehow
we were able to sing as high as it required in practice. THEN we're
sitting in sacrament meeting and our bishop's wife goes up and sings
an acoustic version of 'Mary Did You Know'. What! All of us looked at
each other in amazement. Lucky us hahaha. The song/signing went over
really well.
Today for my last pday we're having a district activity! Ultimate
frisbee by that ancient fort again. District pdays are my favorite
thing.
Well, I love being a missionary!! See yall soon.
Sister Munro
Thursday, December 25, 2014
December 15, 2014
I have my new companion! Her name is Sister Greear. So Sister
Corbridge and I drove up to the transfer meeting and after the 'train
the trainers' meeting, we went into the back of the room full of
greenies (late, because we always are) as they started announcing the
companionships. I saw the back of Sister Greear (who of course I
didn't know who she was) and 'ASL' came to mind. I knew she was going
to be my companion. (Back story, my trainer knew she was going to
train me, and I knew I would train Sister Maile when I saw her at the
airport). All the elders went first and then they started announcing
the sisters and I just had my eyes fixed on her the whole time. They
announced she would be in St Augustine Shores, which she knew would be
ASL, and jumped up and screamed and we hugged. It was great. Also, she
knows Sister Allred!! Sister Allred served in the Seattle YSA and
Sister Greear went on exchanges with her often. Pretty crazy!
Also, I made Sister Greear a 'greenie package'. A green stocking with
a bunch of green things in it. It was very cute if I do say so myself.
So, transfer meeting ends and we're supposed to be picking up a car to
take back to our area. Like, us four have no way to get home without
this car we're supposed to get. So they tell us to wait until all the
other missionaries have left, so finally an hour and a half later the
parking lot is cleared and I'm telling jokes and playing
would-you-rather with President Craig. Anyway they take us to the
mission office and we get our car, which is exactly the same make,
model, and color as the other sisters except it had 24 miles on it.
Yeah! New car!
Oh- another exciting change of plans. In switching apartments with the
elders, we would have lived directly next door to the zone leaders-I
mean like sharing a wall with them. That's obviously a no no so they
called the zone leaders in the middle of the transfer meeting and said
'hey by the way yall are switching apartments with the sisters too'.
So that was an insane move, getting everything out of the apartment.
Yeah, suffice it to say, it was crazy. So now we live right next door
to Sister Corbridge and Sister Butler, her new companion. Pretty
sweet.
Oh AND. So we have our area books (containing all the information on
the area, peoples' teaching records and addresses, members info, etc)
on our iPads and they are supposed to switch after transfers. Well
somehow mine (it always happens to me) got messed up and we haven't
had any information for the last five days. The struggle is very real,
let me tell you. We just tract and try to find new people until the
area book comes back. Hopefully it will be soon!
Geez what else even happened this week. Some members gave us a twelve
days of Christmas thing! A have a present to open every day until
Christmas. Very sweet :)
On Saturday, we went to a deaf potluck. That was fun. I didn't know
that going to Gallaudette was such a big deal, but whenever Martin
Price introduced me as someone whose parents went there, people were
pretty impressed. Hey, okay! I bought some excellent pictures from a
deaf photographer.
Hey, friends, I need some new jokes. The other missionaries already
know what's coming when I say I have a joke. Plus I have to out-joke
my district leader, and I cannot lose.
Love
Ashley
Sister Greear brushing her teeth and my study desk. Exciting stuff.
I have my new companion! Her name is Sister Greear. So Sister
Corbridge and I drove up to the transfer meeting and after the 'train
the trainers' meeting, we went into the back of the room full of
greenies (late, because we always are) as they started announcing the
companionships. I saw the back of Sister Greear (who of course I
didn't know who she was) and 'ASL' came to mind. I knew she was going
to be my companion. (Back story, my trainer knew she was going to
train me, and I knew I would train Sister Maile when I saw her at the
airport). All the elders went first and then they started announcing
the sisters and I just had my eyes fixed on her the whole time. They
announced she would be in St Augustine Shores, which she knew would be
ASL, and jumped up and screamed and we hugged. It was great. Also, she
knows Sister Allred!! Sister Allred served in the Seattle YSA and
Sister Greear went on exchanges with her often. Pretty crazy!
Also, I made Sister Greear a 'greenie package'. A green stocking with
a bunch of green things in it. It was very cute if I do say so myself.
So, transfer meeting ends and we're supposed to be picking up a car to
take back to our area. Like, us four have no way to get home without
this car we're supposed to get. So they tell us to wait until all the
other missionaries have left, so finally an hour and a half later the
parking lot is cleared and I'm telling jokes and playing
would-you-rather with President Craig. Anyway they take us to the
mission office and we get our car, which is exactly the same make,
model, and color as the other sisters except it had 24 miles on it.
Yeah! New car!
Oh- another exciting change of plans. In switching apartments with the
elders, we would have lived directly next door to the zone leaders-I
mean like sharing a wall with them. That's obviously a no no so they
called the zone leaders in the middle of the transfer meeting and said
'hey by the way yall are switching apartments with the sisters too'.
So that was an insane move, getting everything out of the apartment.
Yeah, suffice it to say, it was crazy. So now we live right next door
to Sister Corbridge and Sister Butler, her new companion. Pretty
sweet.
Oh AND. So we have our area books (containing all the information on
the area, peoples' teaching records and addresses, members info, etc)
on our iPads and they are supposed to switch after transfers. Well
somehow mine (it always happens to me) got messed up and we haven't
had any information for the last five days. The struggle is very real,
let me tell you. We just tract and try to find new people until the
area book comes back. Hopefully it will be soon!
Geez what else even happened this week. Some members gave us a twelve
days of Christmas thing! A have a present to open every day until
Christmas. Very sweet :)
On Saturday, we went to a deaf potluck. That was fun. I didn't know
that going to Gallaudette was such a big deal, but whenever Martin
Price introduced me as someone whose parents went there, people were
pretty impressed. Hey, okay! I bought some excellent pictures from a
deaf photographer.
Hey, friends, I need some new jokes. The other missionaries already
know what's coming when I say I have a joke. Plus I have to out-joke
my district leader, and I cannot lose.
Love
Ashley
Sister Greear brushing her teeth and my study desk. Exciting stuff.
December 9, 2014
We had transfers!! And, well, it was a surprise, that's for sure. So here's the story. Yesterday we had district meeting (probably the funniest district meeting I have ever been to) and afterwards, Sister Corbridge and I felt like going out for lunch. So we went to Applebee's. We sat down and she gets our phone out and says 'we have a missed call from President'- what?? So we went back out to the car and called him back. He said that both of us were training- suh-weet! We were all excited to be in a trio (because that was my prediction) until he said 'and Sister Munro, you and your new missionary will be moving to the elder's area. We're taking the elders out'. Holy cow! This is the second time I've whitewashed within the same ward! That doesn't happen. Anyway so Sister Corbridge will be in this area with her greenie and I will be in the elders' area with mine. Also both new missionaries are ASL! The elders were on bikes and all I had to do was ask and we now have a car for that area. Being a sister is the best. Also, weird situation, that was the district leader's area so now we have a new district leader AND the elders' house literally shares a wall with the zone leader's house. Yeah so now with sisters living literally next door to elders.... We'll see how long that lasts.
Speaking of district meeting, I have a quote from Sister Corbridge's letter:
"Yesterday we had district meeting and they're starting this new thing where the zone leaders record our role plays that we do so that we can watch and evaluate during comp study the next day! So we were watching ours this morning and oh my goodness I look like the biggest brat when I teach! Like when Sister Munro is talking I stand there with this awful look on my face as if I'm like smelling something sour! That was definitely a wake up call! I need to practice..not looking like the devil. "
Hilarious. There is definitely a picture of that coming.
Remember the awesome deaf investigator and son who came to church? Yeah well we were planning hardcore for them (even moved them to a big box on our whiteboard) when,can the middle of planning, he texts us and says this church isn't for him! Excuse me! Oh but he made it better by saying 'you can come over and talk friends not church'. Sorry, Andy, that ain't the deal. So yeah he dropped us.
Oh and the next day, we went to go visit our other investigator with a baptismal date and she says, in the middle of the lesson, "Oh! By the way, girls, I meant to tell you- I can't get baptized." She explains that she's been baptized before (we've been over this- the priesthood and things, so we talked about it again) and she's still hung up on how does one know the difference between a false prophet and a true prophet. She believes there is a true prophet on earth somewhere but I think she doesn't believe that anyone can truly know who he is. If no one knew who the prophet was, he wouldn't have many people to prophesy to, would he? Let's be real here.
Today we were walking into Walmart and we saw our elders (the ones being transferred out) and, bless their hearts, they bought a new filter for their tap and gave it to me, then told us that Hannah (the investigator who said the foulest of foul things to us and said to never come back) was in the store. Not gonna deal with that! So we went to Target instead. Whatever, I like Target better.
David, our investigator in Pakistan, sent us pictures of him at church! I'll attach them.
Okay well both of us are having a stupor of thought about what even happened this week so I guess that's all, folks!
A screenshot of us teaching and Sister Corbridge's stank face
A member's 20 lb cat
David at church and his little branch.
Monday, December 1, 2014
December 1, 2014
WE HAD DEAF INVESTIGATORS AT CHURCH!!!!!!
That was the highlight of my week. Probably one of the highlights of
my mission. More on that later.
So on Tuesday we got a call from someone at the mission office about
our car being fixed. Hey, alright! It wasn't supposed to be done until
mid-December so that was a surprise. They said we had to drive up
right away because someone was on his way down to get our current car
and we could get our old car back from the dealership. So we drive the
ten miles to the dealership and... where's the car. Well the car is
gone. The other person from the mission office beat us there and just
picked up the car, not knowing we hadn't switched cars yet. So we
drove the other ten miles back (now being only 10 miles short of our
daily limit) with the same car that we left with. Long story short,
we're keeping this car. I ain't even mad. It has a camera on the back
when you put it in reverse.
We taught a woman named Gloria who the district had done a service
project for her a few weeks ago. We taught her a really excellent
restoration lesson and she understood it all just fine, believed it
could be true (actually seemed to say that she DID think it was true)
but at the end, she says something to the effect of 'Well thanks for
sharing your message with me, girls. I'm just not looking for another
church at my age'. My jaw hit the floor. Whatever. Whatever, Gloria!
That night we had dinner with a couple who just moved here from New
York. Oh, they are incredible. Both converts since 2005 and their
visits with the missionaries stemmed from the Hill Cumorah pageant.
Yeah!! Anyway we told them that we had to get out of there in an hour
to get to our sign language class on time, and do you know what they
did? They set a timer for us. They set a timer! So we were actually
out on time! Oh what a blessed miracle. Also the wife is pretty
certain that I took them on a tour of Carthage Jail when I was just
barely out. She's apparently going to send my picture to her friend
who has a photographic memory, so we'll see.
For Thanksgiving, guess what we did. Well actually it was the sisters
in the other ward's idea but they had us come with. We went to
downtown St Augustine and had a Thanksgiving Tree! We had a poster
board that looked like a tree and grabbed people to write down
something they were thankful for and put it on the tree. We then gave
them mormon.org cards with a hashtag that, when typed into facebook,
would lead them back to the final picture of the tree. It was super
successful. Some people got their grinch on early, though. Whatever.
We're gonna do the same sort of thing for Christmas but with the whole
district. Shortly thereafter, we went to a less active family's house
for the Thanksgiving meal. Oh man can they cook. Good food.
Thanksgiving night, we went to contact a referral from the other
sisters. One of the sisters knows a little ASL so when she saw a deaf
man they talked to him enough to get his information. He never texted
us back so we stopped by. He got home just before we left and we
taught him a little and he said that since he moved here from North
Carolina, he's been to three churches and God keeps telling him it
isn't the right one yet. What?! So he came to church on Sunday. It was
incredible. The deaf members welcomed him with open arms, the
interpreter finger spelled 'Mormon' signs, and Sunday school even
extended by like 25 minutes with all the deaf members just teaching
him and answering questions. His deaf son came as well and most of the
deaf members work at FSDB so he knew them as his teachers. They
invited us out to lunch after church but I mean, it's the Sabbath.
It's a good sign though.
On Friday I went on the departing missionaries temple trip! It was
awesome. I forgot how much I missed the temple. Sister McCook in the
other ward and I had a sleepover then we drove to the meetingplace
where they took us in groups to the temple. It was wonderful :)
The weeks just get better and better and we see so many miracles!
Love
Ashley
WE HAD DEAF INVESTIGATORS AT CHURCH!!!!!!
That was the highlight of my week. Probably one of the highlights of
my mission. More on that later.
So on Tuesday we got a call from someone at the mission office about
our car being fixed. Hey, alright! It wasn't supposed to be done until
mid-December so that was a surprise. They said we had to drive up
right away because someone was on his way down to get our current car
and we could get our old car back from the dealership. So we drive the
ten miles to the dealership and... where's the car. Well the car is
gone. The other person from the mission office beat us there and just
picked up the car, not knowing we hadn't switched cars yet. So we
drove the other ten miles back (now being only 10 miles short of our
daily limit) with the same car that we left with. Long story short,
we're keeping this car. I ain't even mad. It has a camera on the back
when you put it in reverse.
We taught a woman named Gloria who the district had done a service
project for her a few weeks ago. We taught her a really excellent
restoration lesson and she understood it all just fine, believed it
could be true (actually seemed to say that she DID think it was true)
but at the end, she says something to the effect of 'Well thanks for
sharing your message with me, girls. I'm just not looking for another
church at my age'. My jaw hit the floor. Whatever. Whatever, Gloria!
That night we had dinner with a couple who just moved here from New
York. Oh, they are incredible. Both converts since 2005 and their
visits with the missionaries stemmed from the Hill Cumorah pageant.
Yeah!! Anyway we told them that we had to get out of there in an hour
to get to our sign language class on time, and do you know what they
did? They set a timer for us. They set a timer! So we were actually
out on time! Oh what a blessed miracle. Also the wife is pretty
certain that I took them on a tour of Carthage Jail when I was just
barely out. She's apparently going to send my picture to her friend
who has a photographic memory, so we'll see.
For Thanksgiving, guess what we did. Well actually it was the sisters
in the other ward's idea but they had us come with. We went to
downtown St Augustine and had a Thanksgiving Tree! We had a poster
board that looked like a tree and grabbed people to write down
something they were thankful for and put it on the tree. We then gave
them mormon.org cards with a hashtag that, when typed into facebook,
would lead them back to the final picture of the tree. It was super
successful. Some people got their grinch on early, though. Whatever.
We're gonna do the same sort of thing for Christmas but with the whole
district. Shortly thereafter, we went to a less active family's house
for the Thanksgiving meal. Oh man can they cook. Good food.
Thanksgiving night, we went to contact a referral from the other
sisters. One of the sisters knows a little ASL so when she saw a deaf
man they talked to him enough to get his information. He never texted
us back so we stopped by. He got home just before we left and we
taught him a little and he said that since he moved here from North
Carolina, he's been to three churches and God keeps telling him it
isn't the right one yet. What?! So he came to church on Sunday. It was
incredible. The deaf members welcomed him with open arms, the
interpreter finger spelled 'Mormon' signs, and Sunday school even
extended by like 25 minutes with all the deaf members just teaching
him and answering questions. His deaf son came as well and most of the
deaf members work at FSDB so he knew them as his teachers. They
invited us out to lunch after church but I mean, it's the Sabbath.
It's a good sign though.
On Friday I went on the departing missionaries temple trip! It was
awesome. I forgot how much I missed the temple. Sister McCook in the
other ward and I had a sleepover then we drove to the meetingplace
where they took us in groups to the temple. It was wonderful :)
The weeks just get better and better and we see so many miracles!
Love
Ashley
The temple trip
The tree we helped our ward mission leader decorate!
November 24, 2014
This week started out RIGHT. Wanna know why? Because we had district
meeting OUTSIDE. Actually, okay, back up. That morning was frigid (I'm
talking 42 degrees with humidity, people) and even in studies, Sister
Corbridge and I were in leggings and socks and blankets. So we got a
phone call from our district leader for something and we said 'oh hey
where is district meeting today?' (because remember our building is
shut down for the next year, mold problems, so we usually have it in
members' homes) and he says 'oh yeah, we're having it outside'. Excuse
me?!? I admit, we were a teensy bit peeved about it. Like, I don't
think yall can understand how cold it was, okay? So we dressed in our
warmest things and we arrived to the church parking lot (we were
having it in a pavilion right outside of our church) and we were the
first to arrive. You better believe we stayed in that car. The other
sisters arrived and we decided to hunt down a place inside the church
(we have keys to it) to have a more practical meeting place. Well
everything is tarped over and the walls are stripped... It didn't seem
so practical after all. So the elders arrive (by the way, this is
typical- the elders are always way behind the sisters. Just sayin.)
and we're like, yo, something has to be done about this. But they
insisted to still have it outside and they went in the building to get
chairs and things. Next thing we know (we were sitting in the other
sisters' car, watching) they're bringing out couches! Hey, alright!
And they had also brought extra suit coats and jackets (nobody has
warm clothes here, just a lot of light things) and blankets(!!). So we
had a sister's couch and an elder's couch with a couple more chairs
for the elders. Once we accepted the fact that it felt like -5 with
windchill, it was actually really fun. Except for when I got up to
give my training, it was rough because with all those bodies on one
couch under a blanket, we were doing alright.
A bit over halfway through district meeting, we (I mean the elders)
moved the couches and things to the parking lot in the sun, where we
all took a picture. That's to follow. Actually, background on the
district picture- the elder who was taking the "picture" was actually
taking a video and he airdropped it to everyone and we screenshotted a
picture from the video. Smart.
Also, a bee got in my scarf at one point so there was a lot of
squealing from the sisters' couch.
The next day, guess what. We got a new car. Background story:
Ever since I got here, the car has made this alert noise when it's
turned on and another one for a different thing about a minute later.
It drove me absolutely insane, especially with how much we turn on and
off the car. So I called our vehicle person and he says to take it to
the dealership to have them turned off. Fine. So we drive the 10 miles
to the dealership and we tell this woman what's wrong and we go out to
our car for her to look at it. Well she goes 'oh, your airbag light is
on'. We come back inside and she does a little researching and long
story short, she tells us our car has a recall on its airbags and
we're not allowed to drive it anymore. She goes, 'You have someone
watching out for you'. Little does she know!
So she tells us that they can't fix the car (they don't have the part
or something) until mid-December. Therefore, she will give us a rental
car, Ford's treat. Guess what this rental car is. A 2015 Lincoln
that's black with multi-color sparkles. Yeah. So they drive us (in the
Lincoln- it's completely button controlled btw) over to the enterprise
place to get everything settled for us to take the car. I bet you can
guess a big 'but' coming. Yeah, well again long story short, we come
to find out that it is Church policy that missionaries cannot take
rental cars. The mission had an extra car sitting around (while our
district leader is on bikes, lol) so two senior elders drove it down
for us. They sympathized with us about the loss of the Lincoln.
The same day we had to go get our phone fixed (our phone had broken so
we were wanting to get our contacts transferred to a new phone) and
they couldn't do it at the store, so we spent two hours manually
transferring them ourselves. Happy day.
So remember how part of our area is an island? Well it takes a good
chunk of our miles to go there, so when we do, we make a day of it. We
were trying to visit some potential investigators and this one in
particular wasn't home, so we decided to knock two more houses around
it. The first was full of very loud dogs and they didn't answer. So we
went to the next. The person who answered was an 18 year old boy named
Marwan with no shirt on (I just... why would you answer the door with
no shirt? I mean let's be real) and he goes to get a shirt on then
comes back and we teach him the restoration. We asked him what would
this mean to him if it were true, and he says 'we have to tell
everyone! This is amazing!' Now THAT is the kind of reaction I want to
the restoration! He's prime.
Also, we met a man, a young black minister, in the parking lot of our
ward mission leader's office. We pulled up next to him and I was like
"shoot. That's definitely a prompting." So we talked to him and guess
what his name it. Quantravius. Kwan-tray-vee-us. He's Jamaican. We're
going to his house tonight to talk about the restoration.
I figure I'll end this letter on a miracle. So we were at an FHE and
this member gives us a referral of an older woman named Judith. So we
go visit her and she opens the door saying 'Sorry girls, I've got the
flu'. But we told her who we knew and she got all excited and let us
in. So we talk religion for a bit- she's been almost every religion,
including Jewish, and her father-in-law baptized her. Anyway so we
teach her the restoration and asked her if she would be baptized...
She thought about it for a second and said "Yeah! I'll do that." And
we asked if she wanted to set a day for her to be baptized and she
thinking about it for another second and says "Yeah! Come on over to
the kitchen and we'll look at my calendar." We decided on December 27
at 10:00. Hopefully she'll go through! She said she will have to pray
about this being the one true church, but she seems very committed to
her date. :)
Oh I said I would end this on a miracle but I was wrong. The next day,
we got a call from Judith saying she had gone to the urgent care and
she had told the doctor about us coming over and he told her to call
us and warn us that it's not the flu and the incubation period is 7-14
days. Soooo, yeah, prayers would be appreciated!
I love being a missionary!
Love,
Ashley
Elder Swift trying to start a fire
This week started out RIGHT. Wanna know why? Because we had district
meeting OUTSIDE. Actually, okay, back up. That morning was frigid (I'm
talking 42 degrees with humidity, people) and even in studies, Sister
Corbridge and I were in leggings and socks and blankets. So we got a
phone call from our district leader for something and we said 'oh hey
where is district meeting today?' (because remember our building is
shut down for the next year, mold problems, so we usually have it in
members' homes) and he says 'oh yeah, we're having it outside'. Excuse
me?!? I admit, we were a teensy bit peeved about it. Like, I don't
think yall can understand how cold it was, okay? So we dressed in our
warmest things and we arrived to the church parking lot (we were
having it in a pavilion right outside of our church) and we were the
first to arrive. You better believe we stayed in that car. The other
sisters arrived and we decided to hunt down a place inside the church
(we have keys to it) to have a more practical meeting place. Well
everything is tarped over and the walls are stripped... It didn't seem
so practical after all. So the elders arrive (by the way, this is
typical- the elders are always way behind the sisters. Just sayin.)
and we're like, yo, something has to be done about this. But they
insisted to still have it outside and they went in the building to get
chairs and things. Next thing we know (we were sitting in the other
sisters' car, watching) they're bringing out couches! Hey, alright!
And they had also brought extra suit coats and jackets (nobody has
warm clothes here, just a lot of light things) and blankets(!!). So we
had a sister's couch and an elder's couch with a couple more chairs
for the elders. Once we accepted the fact that it felt like -5 with
windchill, it was actually really fun. Except for when I got up to
give my training, it was rough because with all those bodies on one
couch under a blanket, we were doing alright.
A bit over halfway through district meeting, we (I mean the elders)
moved the couches and things to the parking lot in the sun, where we
all took a picture. That's to follow. Actually, background on the
district picture- the elder who was taking the "picture" was actually
taking a video and he airdropped it to everyone and we screenshotted a
picture from the video. Smart.
Also, a bee got in my scarf at one point so there was a lot of
squealing from the sisters' couch.
The next day, guess what. We got a new car. Background story:
Ever since I got here, the car has made this alert noise when it's
turned on and another one for a different thing about a minute later.
It drove me absolutely insane, especially with how much we turn on and
off the car. So I called our vehicle person and he says to take it to
the dealership to have them turned off. Fine. So we drive the 10 miles
to the dealership and we tell this woman what's wrong and we go out to
our car for her to look at it. Well she goes 'oh, your airbag light is
on'. We come back inside and she does a little researching and long
story short, she tells us our car has a recall on its airbags and
we're not allowed to drive it anymore. She goes, 'You have someone
watching out for you'. Little does she know!
So she tells us that they can't fix the car (they don't have the part
or something) until mid-December. Therefore, she will give us a rental
car, Ford's treat. Guess what this rental car is. A 2015 Lincoln
that's black with multi-color sparkles. Yeah. So they drive us (in the
Lincoln- it's completely button controlled btw) over to the enterprise
place to get everything settled for us to take the car. I bet you can
guess a big 'but' coming. Yeah, well again long story short, we come
to find out that it is Church policy that missionaries cannot take
rental cars. The mission had an extra car sitting around (while our
district leader is on bikes, lol) so two senior elders drove it down
for us. They sympathized with us about the loss of the Lincoln.
The same day we had to go get our phone fixed (our phone had broken so
we were wanting to get our contacts transferred to a new phone) and
they couldn't do it at the store, so we spent two hours manually
transferring them ourselves. Happy day.
So remember how part of our area is an island? Well it takes a good
chunk of our miles to go there, so when we do, we make a day of it. We
were trying to visit some potential investigators and this one in
particular wasn't home, so we decided to knock two more houses around
it. The first was full of very loud dogs and they didn't answer. So we
went to the next. The person who answered was an 18 year old boy named
Marwan with no shirt on (I just... why would you answer the door with
no shirt? I mean let's be real) and he goes to get a shirt on then
comes back and we teach him the restoration. We asked him what would
this mean to him if it were true, and he says 'we have to tell
everyone! This is amazing!' Now THAT is the kind of reaction I want to
the restoration! He's prime.
Also, we met a man, a young black minister, in the parking lot of our
ward mission leader's office. We pulled up next to him and I was like
"shoot. That's definitely a prompting." So we talked to him and guess
what his name it. Quantravius. Kwan-tray-vee-us. He's Jamaican. We're
going to his house tonight to talk about the restoration.
I figure I'll end this letter on a miracle. So we were at an FHE and
this member gives us a referral of an older woman named Judith. So we
go visit her and she opens the door saying 'Sorry girls, I've got the
flu'. But we told her who we knew and she got all excited and let us
in. So we talk religion for a bit- she's been almost every religion,
including Jewish, and her father-in-law baptized her. Anyway so we
teach her the restoration and asked her if she would be baptized...
She thought about it for a second and said "Yeah! I'll do that." And
we asked if she wanted to set a day for her to be baptized and she
thinking about it for another second and says "Yeah! Come on over to
the kitchen and we'll look at my calendar." We decided on December 27
at 10:00. Hopefully she'll go through! She said she will have to pray
about this being the one true church, but she seems very committed to
her date. :)
Oh I said I would end this on a miracle but I was wrong. The next day,
we got a call from Judith saying she had gone to the urgent care and
she had told the doctor about us coming over and he told her to call
us and warn us that it's not the flu and the incubation period is 7-14
days. Soooo, yeah, prayers would be appreciated!
I love being a missionary!
Love,
Ashley
At district meeting
The mission is doing a
'Thankful to be a Mormon' thing and Sister Corbridge took this when I
just could not stand the sun in my eyes any more.
'Thankful to be a Mormon' thing and Sister Corbridge took this when I
just could not stand the sun in my eyes any more.
November 17, 2014
This was an interesting week, for sure. Some ups and downs, ending
with a major down which is actually a pretty good story.
Okay so here goes:
UM SO THREE OF MY SISTERS GOT ENGAGED THIS WEEK. HELLO?! Yeah, Sister Newell from Nauvoo is engaged, Sister Hale is engaged (she hasn't even
give her homecoming talk yet lol), and Sister Gentry from Texas is
engaged. I can't believe it. This Facebook thing is both a blessing
and a curse. :)
So we were tracting this week (we have come to love tracting, it's
actually kind of fun) and we knocked on the door of this 93 year old
lady who was probably like four feet tall. We were, of course, talking
religion and all of a sudden she fist-pumps the air (her fist not
reaching above my shoulder) and says 'I am United Methodist!'.
Hahahaha okay. She was cute but definitely not interested.
A couple doors later, this catholic couple answers and after telling
them about the Restoration, they basically say 'thanks but no thanks
but here, take some candy' and they gave us snickers bars.
THEN we were trying to find this deaf guy in the elder's area, and my
worst nightmare came true. I did a deaf door approach and he ended up
to be hearing. AWKS. So this guy's name was actually Miles and he was
hilarious. Hilarious. He gave us soy shakes and this Japanese dipping
sauce. I don't know why people were just giving us food left and right
this week, but, hey, I ain't complaining. Anyway like I said, Miles
was an interesting character. He had more questions about Mormons than
he let on in the beginning and he kept asking if he could 'rattle our
cage' before every question hahahaha. He had a theory that Joseph
Smith was on mushrooms when he saw the First Vision but we squashed
that in an instant. Then, the very next day at our missionary
correllation meeting, the elders asked if we met a man named Tim.
Nope, no Tim. Then they told us that his first name was Miles and that
we talked to him yesterday. What! They tracted into him, too. He was
sketchy with them, apparently. Said that Mormon missionaries are like
the equivalent of the CIA. hahaha.
We went on an exchange with our sister training leaders this week, and
just as I was driving away from switching off, we got a call from an
unknown number. Our phone's speaker is dead and our STL obviously
couldn't speak for our area, so she held the phone up to my ear for me
while I was driving hahaha. It was a non-member man who had gotten our
phone number from someone who got our card from us, asking if someone
from the church could dog sit and maybe be his personal assistant.
Eventually he found out that we were missionaries so he goes 'Well
then you can call me Brother Ralph. And my dog is Brother Sparky.'
Lol.
So we pull up to our first thing to do on the exchange, which is to
contact a referral (actually from the catholic couple who gave us the
snickers). This woman who answers the door is old, kind of frail, and
just is not looking so good. She's supporting herself by having her
hand on the doorframe. We ask if she's Katie (she's not) or if Katie
lives here (she doesn't) and then this woman, whoever she is, asks if
we are nurses. Sorry ma'am, we are definitely not traveling nurses
going door-to-door. She explains that her heart has been racing and we
offered to help her get some water or sit down or something, but she
didn't want any of that. Well we tried to talk about the gospel at
least a little and when we asked to pray with her, she says 'Can yall
take my blood pressure?'. Uhhhhh. When we said we couldn't, she just
shuts the door. So strange. Hahaha.
Then we tracted a bit. Came across this door with a sign that said 'No
Solicitors, No Salesman, No Missionaries, No Kidding!' Lol what. I
totally took a picture.
Alright so here is the downbeat of the week. Hannah. She was doing
really well and being sober until last night, when we left a dinner
appointment and we had a million texts and missed calls. So we call
her back and she's in a drunken despair and we said we would be right
over (even though we literally drove 80 miles the day before and we
were hurting for miles). Sister Corbridge got a prompting to ask our
Ward Mission Leader, Brother Collins to come with us. She was doubting
if it was a prompting, and I said that if everything worked out
smoothly then it must be. We called him and he was right in that area
anyway and he was 45 minutes early for his meeting with the bishop for
tithing settlement-what! We get there and go to the second floor to
her door and she gets out of her car and is furious. Like, holy cow.
To make a long story short, she is screaming and causing a scene and
saying that she will never trust us again (because we brought Brother
Collins) and there were a lot of drunken profanities mixed into that.
By the way Sister Corbridge and I are torn up because she is saying
some really personally hurtful things. So we start to leave and she's
still screaming at us saying that Jesus wouldn't leave her and whatnot
and now a neighbor comes out and looks like he's on the blood trail,
trying to decide whether to come after us or Brother Collins. We left,
sobbing (we love her and we had so many good lessons with her and she
was making such good progress- she was supposed to have come to church
that day and we had an addiction recovery book ready for her,
ironically), and we didn't know where to go so we pulled into the
church parking lot and Brother Collins pulled in next to us. We talked
it out some, and, just so happens that it was time for his tithing
settlement so he had us come to the bishop's house and get blessings.
It was incredible, the peace that comes when the priesthood is used.
Sister Corbridge was shaken up more than me and she just became so
peaceful while getting her blessing. Our bishop has an alcoholic son,
so he empathized with us. We all talked it out and when we got back
into the car, we had 14 texts from Hannah just reiterating what she
was screaming at us, but we both just felt so peaceful. I don't know a
better way to describe it- it felt like a perfect stillness in my
soul. We did all we could, and that was all that was required. Elder
Holland said something once about how every missionary must spend a
few moments in Gethsemane to understand a portion of what the Savior
felt, and I actually feel grateful to have had that experience.
It's went from blue skies to like a hurricane just now, sooo...
Florida is great.
I love being a missionary! Nothing is better!
Love,
Ashley
PS if anyone was considering sending me a Christmas present, don't
worry about it. Because I literally come home five days after. Plus
what more could I what than I have right now?
Fun picture:
This was an interesting week, for sure. Some ups and downs, ending
with a major down which is actually a pretty good story.
Okay so here goes:
UM SO THREE OF MY SISTERS GOT ENGAGED THIS WEEK. HELLO?! Yeah, Sister Newell from Nauvoo is engaged, Sister Hale is engaged (she hasn't even
give her homecoming talk yet lol), and Sister Gentry from Texas is
engaged. I can't believe it. This Facebook thing is both a blessing
and a curse. :)
So we were tracting this week (we have come to love tracting, it's
actually kind of fun) and we knocked on the door of this 93 year old
lady who was probably like four feet tall. We were, of course, talking
religion and all of a sudden she fist-pumps the air (her fist not
reaching above my shoulder) and says 'I am United Methodist!'.
Hahahaha okay. She was cute but definitely not interested.
A couple doors later, this catholic couple answers and after telling
them about the Restoration, they basically say 'thanks but no thanks
but here, take some candy' and they gave us snickers bars.
THEN we were trying to find this deaf guy in the elder's area, and my
worst nightmare came true. I did a deaf door approach and he ended up
to be hearing. AWKS. So this guy's name was actually Miles and he was
hilarious. Hilarious. He gave us soy shakes and this Japanese dipping
sauce. I don't know why people were just giving us food left and right
this week, but, hey, I ain't complaining. Anyway like I said, Miles
was an interesting character. He had more questions about Mormons than
he let on in the beginning and he kept asking if he could 'rattle our
cage' before every question hahahaha. He had a theory that Joseph
Smith was on mushrooms when he saw the First Vision but we squashed
that in an instant. Then, the very next day at our missionary
correllation meeting, the elders asked if we met a man named Tim.
Nope, no Tim. Then they told us that his first name was Miles and that
we talked to him yesterday. What! They tracted into him, too. He was
sketchy with them, apparently. Said that Mormon missionaries are like
the equivalent of the CIA. hahaha.
We went on an exchange with our sister training leaders this week, and
just as I was driving away from switching off, we got a call from an
unknown number. Our phone's speaker is dead and our STL obviously
couldn't speak for our area, so she held the phone up to my ear for me
while I was driving hahaha. It was a non-member man who had gotten our
phone number from someone who got our card from us, asking if someone
from the church could dog sit and maybe be his personal assistant.
Eventually he found out that we were missionaries so he goes 'Well
then you can call me Brother Ralph. And my dog is Brother Sparky.'
Lol.
So we pull up to our first thing to do on the exchange, which is to
contact a referral (actually from the catholic couple who gave us the
snickers). This woman who answers the door is old, kind of frail, and
just is not looking so good. She's supporting herself by having her
hand on the doorframe. We ask if she's Katie (she's not) or if Katie
lives here (she doesn't) and then this woman, whoever she is, asks if
we are nurses. Sorry ma'am, we are definitely not traveling nurses
going door-to-door. She explains that her heart has been racing and we
offered to help her get some water or sit down or something, but she
didn't want any of that. Well we tried to talk about the gospel at
least a little and when we asked to pray with her, she says 'Can yall
take my blood pressure?'. Uhhhhh. When we said we couldn't, she just
shuts the door. So strange. Hahaha.
Then we tracted a bit. Came across this door with a sign that said 'No
Solicitors, No Salesman, No Missionaries, No Kidding!' Lol what. I
totally took a picture.
Alright so here is the downbeat of the week. Hannah. She was doing
really well and being sober until last night, when we left a dinner
appointment and we had a million texts and missed calls. So we call
her back and she's in a drunken despair and we said we would be right
over (even though we literally drove 80 miles the day before and we
were hurting for miles). Sister Corbridge got a prompting to ask our
Ward Mission Leader, Brother Collins to come with us. She was doubting
if it was a prompting, and I said that if everything worked out
smoothly then it must be. We called him and he was right in that area
anyway and he was 45 minutes early for his meeting with the bishop for
tithing settlement-what! We get there and go to the second floor to
her door and she gets out of her car and is furious. Like, holy cow.
To make a long story short, she is screaming and causing a scene and
saying that she will never trust us again (because we brought Brother
Collins) and there were a lot of drunken profanities mixed into that.
By the way Sister Corbridge and I are torn up because she is saying
some really personally hurtful things. So we start to leave and she's
still screaming at us saying that Jesus wouldn't leave her and whatnot
and now a neighbor comes out and looks like he's on the blood trail,
trying to decide whether to come after us or Brother Collins. We left,
sobbing (we love her and we had so many good lessons with her and she
was making such good progress- she was supposed to have come to church
that day and we had an addiction recovery book ready for her,
ironically), and we didn't know where to go so we pulled into the
church parking lot and Brother Collins pulled in next to us. We talked
it out some, and, just so happens that it was time for his tithing
settlement so he had us come to the bishop's house and get blessings.
It was incredible, the peace that comes when the priesthood is used.
Sister Corbridge was shaken up more than me and she just became so
peaceful while getting her blessing. Our bishop has an alcoholic son,
so he empathized with us. We all talked it out and when we got back
into the car, we had 14 texts from Hannah just reiterating what she
was screaming at us, but we both just felt so peaceful. I don't know a
better way to describe it- it felt like a perfect stillness in my
soul. We did all we could, and that was all that was required. Elder
Holland said something once about how every missionary must spend a
few moments in Gethsemane to understand a portion of what the Savior
felt, and I actually feel grateful to have had that experience.
It's went from blue skies to like a hurricane just now, sooo...
Florida is great.
I love being a missionary! Nothing is better!
Love,
Ashley
PS if anyone was considering sending me a Christmas present, don't
worry about it. Because I literally come home five days after. Plus
what more could I what than I have right now?
Fun picture:
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Nov 10, 2014
Alright well I think this week has been one of the most cumulatively
embarrassing weeks of my life. Good stories to follow!
Well on Tuesday, we had a district service project for our investigator, Hannah. She has troubles with addictions and well, long story short, we were moving her out of her apartment. She had a looot of stuff, let me tell you. Well a few of us missionaries are standing in the kitchen and boxing things when one elder, Elder Burton, makes a mention of how men can't be married after this life, but women can. I was like 'Whoa now that isn't true'. Remember that- it leads up to a story later. So a little while later, we- Elder Burton and I- were talking while piling stuff into the moving truck and I think the topic of us being late to our own service project came up. My excuse was that I had to shower that morning and that men have a lot less hair than women, so it takes a while and he says 'Why not do it the night before?' And I said 'Because then you sleep on wet hair and you might get sick and plus it dries weird. That's why I only wash my hair every other day.' And he gives me this grossed-out look! Excuse me, elder, that is totally normal!
Awkward moment number one.
So remember our doctrinal disagreement? Well the next day I found a conference talk to support my opinion (because I was right) so I was like, 'Yeah! I have to show this to Elder Burton!' So I screenshotted it- which, by the way, the talk's title was "Celestial Marriage". The day after, we were at zone conference and all the elders are standing around while the sisters are sitting front and center (it's a rule in this mission that whenever a sister walks into the room, or is standing, the elders must stand. I approve) and I thought, oh hey, I
should airdrop (you can send pictures from iPad to iPad which is really handy for a lot of things) that screenshot to Elder Burton! So I motion to him and he turns on his iPad and I was like, 'I better send this to both him and his companion so this doesn't look weird'.
So airdropping to Elder Burton, not a problem. To his companion? IT DIDNT WORK!! Oh my gracious so embarrassing. I literally just sent a picture of a talk called Celestial Marriage to an elder. So him and his companion are looking at this screenshot and have these weirded-out, confused faces on. I was urgently whispering to Sister Corbridge 'oh my goodness this looks so bad, I am mortified' and she is laughing hysterically. So like 45 agonizing minutes later, they excuse us for a bathroom break and I immediately go up to the elders and I'm like, 'I have to apologize. That looked SO bad.' Elder Jorgenson said 'Yeah. That looked really bad.' Hahahaha but it was fine and we all laughed about it. (But of course other elders are hearing this conversation so they had to know what happened too. Ugh.
Awkward moment number two.
And now we go into awkward moment number three of this week. A couple hours later they excuse us for lunch (8 foot subs, yo!) and afterwards we're all standing around waiting for our zone's turn to have pictures taken and, I mean, it's three zones of missionaries so it's loud. My district is standing around and one of the elders is autistic and came out at the same time as Sister Corbridge. He is so funny, we love him. But he's explaining to us that last night he was feeling better about missionary work but after today he felt so chastised that he just wanted to go home. I heard the opposite so I said 'That's great, elder! The spirit edifies and uplifts.' And every single missionary in the district looked at me in suppressed horror because they heard what he had actually said. The elder gives me this piercing look that, I mean, if looks could kill I would be long gone. I apologized profusely but, alas, it went on my embarrassing moments of the week list.
That night we had a meeting with our ward mission leader and we got there before the elders so I had plenty of time to entertain him with all my embarrassing stories. So at least someone got joy out of it hahahaha.
I found out this week that Sister Corbridge doesn't believe in dinosaurs. Like literally doesn't believe they ever existed.
Hannah, that investigator with the addictions who we helped move, accepted a baptismal date for November 29th. Sister Corbridge and I had been discussing baptismal invites and I told her my philosophy is to just do it unless the spirit tells you otherwise. It's just one of
those things that you always do, like getting out of bed in the morning or saying a closing prayer at a lesson. So she extended the baptismal invite in that lesson and holy cow I have never heard a more powerful baptismal invite, ever. Ever! So she's on for November 29th,
but we'll see if that happens. She struggles a lot, and she's missed dates in the past, but she has improved so much. She really does want to be baptized though. So, with Sister Corbridge's newfound confidence in baptismal invites, she invited David, our investigator in Pakistan that we skype with, to baptism and he accepted! He has the most solid date- December 6th. He was supposed to have gone to church yesterday, so we will follow up
with him soon and see if he did. He's incredible, he searches everything out himself. He basically told us that he would talk to people at church and get his baptism all set up. He's really amazing.
We were walking out of Panera the other day and there were two guys our age sitting at one of the outdoor tables and as we walked past, we heard one of them say 'oh never mind, they're Mormons'. Hahahahaha.
Sunday was stressful, trying to coordinate rides for like 8 investigators. Only three showed up, but it was all good because it was the primary program. I cried several times. Especially because the deaf kids went up there like everyone else and the primary president just voiced for them. So beautiful.
It's always an adventure in St Augustine!
Love,
Ashley
Alright well I think this week has been one of the most cumulatively
embarrassing weeks of my life. Good stories to follow!
Well on Tuesday, we had a district service project for our investigator, Hannah. She has troubles with addictions and well, long story short, we were moving her out of her apartment. She had a looot of stuff, let me tell you. Well a few of us missionaries are standing in the kitchen and boxing things when one elder, Elder Burton, makes a mention of how men can't be married after this life, but women can. I was like 'Whoa now that isn't true'. Remember that- it leads up to a story later. So a little while later, we- Elder Burton and I- were talking while piling stuff into the moving truck and I think the topic of us being late to our own service project came up. My excuse was that I had to shower that morning and that men have a lot less hair than women, so it takes a while and he says 'Why not do it the night before?' And I said 'Because then you sleep on wet hair and you might get sick and plus it dries weird. That's why I only wash my hair every other day.' And he gives me this grossed-out look! Excuse me, elder, that is totally normal!
Awkward moment number one.
So remember our doctrinal disagreement? Well the next day I found a conference talk to support my opinion (because I was right) so I was like, 'Yeah! I have to show this to Elder Burton!' So I screenshotted it- which, by the way, the talk's title was "Celestial Marriage". The day after, we were at zone conference and all the elders are standing around while the sisters are sitting front and center (it's a rule in this mission that whenever a sister walks into the room, or is standing, the elders must stand. I approve) and I thought, oh hey, I
should airdrop (you can send pictures from iPad to iPad which is really handy for a lot of things) that screenshot to Elder Burton! So I motion to him and he turns on his iPad and I was like, 'I better send this to both him and his companion so this doesn't look weird'.
So airdropping to Elder Burton, not a problem. To his companion? IT DIDNT WORK!! Oh my gracious so embarrassing. I literally just sent a picture of a talk called Celestial Marriage to an elder. So him and his companion are looking at this screenshot and have these weirded-out, confused faces on. I was urgently whispering to Sister Corbridge 'oh my goodness this looks so bad, I am mortified' and she is laughing hysterically. So like 45 agonizing minutes later, they excuse us for a bathroom break and I immediately go up to the elders and I'm like, 'I have to apologize. That looked SO bad.' Elder Jorgenson said 'Yeah. That looked really bad.' Hahahaha but it was fine and we all laughed about it. (But of course other elders are hearing this conversation so they had to know what happened too. Ugh.
Awkward moment number two.
And now we go into awkward moment number three of this week. A couple hours later they excuse us for lunch (8 foot subs, yo!) and afterwards we're all standing around waiting for our zone's turn to have pictures taken and, I mean, it's three zones of missionaries so it's loud. My district is standing around and one of the elders is autistic and came out at the same time as Sister Corbridge. He is so funny, we love him. But he's explaining to us that last night he was feeling better about missionary work but after today he felt so chastised that he just wanted to go home. I heard the opposite so I said 'That's great, elder! The spirit edifies and uplifts.' And every single missionary in the district looked at me in suppressed horror because they heard what he had actually said. The elder gives me this piercing look that, I mean, if looks could kill I would be long gone. I apologized profusely but, alas, it went on my embarrassing moments of the week list.
That night we had a meeting with our ward mission leader and we got there before the elders so I had plenty of time to entertain him with all my embarrassing stories. So at least someone got joy out of it hahahaha.
I found out this week that Sister Corbridge doesn't believe in dinosaurs. Like literally doesn't believe they ever existed.
Hannah, that investigator with the addictions who we helped move, accepted a baptismal date for November 29th. Sister Corbridge and I had been discussing baptismal invites and I told her my philosophy is to just do it unless the spirit tells you otherwise. It's just one of
those things that you always do, like getting out of bed in the morning or saying a closing prayer at a lesson. So she extended the baptismal invite in that lesson and holy cow I have never heard a more powerful baptismal invite, ever. Ever! So she's on for November 29th,
but we'll see if that happens. She struggles a lot, and she's missed dates in the past, but she has improved so much. She really does want to be baptized though. So, with Sister Corbridge's newfound confidence in baptismal invites, she invited David, our investigator in Pakistan that we skype with, to baptism and he accepted! He has the most solid date- December 6th. He was supposed to have gone to church yesterday, so we will follow up
with him soon and see if he did. He's incredible, he searches everything out himself. He basically told us that he would talk to people at church and get his baptism all set up. He's really amazing.
We were walking out of Panera the other day and there were two guys our age sitting at one of the outdoor tables and as we walked past, we heard one of them say 'oh never mind, they're Mormons'. Hahahahaha.
Sunday was stressful, trying to coordinate rides for like 8 investigators. Only three showed up, but it was all good because it was the primary program. I cried several times. Especially because the deaf kids went up there like everyone else and the primary president just voiced for them. So beautiful.
It's always an adventure in St Augustine!
Love,
Ashley
Sister Corbridge and I waiting to have a Skype lesson with David
We carved a pumpkin
and it rotted outside of our apartment and it was too far gone to put
it in or on the car so Sister Corbridge ran the 0.2 miles to the
garbage while I drove :)
and it rotted outside of our apartment and it was too far gone to put
it in or on the car so Sister Corbridge ran the 0.2 miles to the
garbage while I drove :)
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