October 13, 2014

My mission just gets more and more interesting. We went to a baptist
church, Sister Hale has been sick alllll week, Sister Corbridge got an
egg stuck in her nose, and we taught a 'prophet' the restoration.

Okay I lied a little, we went to the baptist church a couple weeks
ago, I just never mentioned it. Apparently months ago, a woman invited
the sisters to come hear her husband preach, so we did! They really
appreciated it and it was very interesting. The people were so
friendly. It gave me a new perspective on how investigators feel at
church. There was definitely the typical screaming baptist preacher
thing going on though. Quite alarming.

Sister Hale's birthday was the 8th. A couple weeks ago, I was looking
through the cards at Target and found this hilarious chinchilla card
(it says Me? Forget your birthday? And on the inside, it says Not by
the hair on my chinny chinchilla. So funny) and not even 30 seconds
after I slip it into the cart without her noticing, she makes a
comment that she hates animal cards. Well, all the better, in my
opinion. Fast-forward to her birthday, she ended up loving it. I win.
Sister Hale's being sick and Sister Corbridge's nose egg go hand in
hand so I have to explain Sister Hale's thing first, then I'll give
you Sister Corbridge's perspective on this.
Starting the evening of the 7th, Sister Hale just felt sick and
exhausted. And she just felt totally exhausted every day since then.
She will literally sleep like 20 hours a day. We just found out last
night that it's been a thing that's going around, and the typical
recovery time is 7-10 days. So let me interject here to give you the
nose egg story. It's a good one. Also Sister Corbridge writes much
more exciting emails than me so don't judge.

"So uh the weirdest/grossest/funniest thing happened this past week,
so get ready to laugh...or throw up, whatever works. So Brother
Collins (our ward mission leader) brought us McDonalds breakfast on
Wednesday, which he does at least once a week..like who does that?
He's the nicest! But anyway so we're eating it and Sister Munro asked
if she could have my biscuit and I say of course and she grabs it but
then has like a hand spasm and immediately drops it. And she goes "NOT
MY BISCUIIIT! AHHHHHH!" And I just bust out laughing! Like ugh I wish
yall could hear how she said it and the look on her face! But ahh I'm
laughing so so SO HARD! Like to the point where I'm thinking holy cow
I might pee my pants...and I SNORT. But oh wait I forgot to mention
that I was chewing on some scrambled egg as this is happening and once
I snort the egg shoots up to the back of my nose somehow and GETS
STUCK THERE. IN THIS MOMENT I LITERALLY HAVE EGG STUCK IN MY NOSE. AND
IT WILL NOT COME OUT!......fast forward two days. There's still egg
stuck in my nose. We're considering going to the doctor about it. Like
this is a joke right? So Sister Hale is sleeping and Sister Munro and
I are putting potentials in the iPads and we're both a lil chilly so I
tip toe into our room to grab our blankets..and Sister Hale is sleepin
away and suddenly Sister Hale makes this weird like baby pterodactyl
noise that cannot be explained in words but was the funniest thing I
have ever heard! So I'm trying with all my might to hold in my
laughter while I grab our stuff so I don't wake her up and the second
I get out of the room I bust out laughing! Ps we have a bathroom fan
that's our noise maker so we can be loud and she can't tell..okay
resume story. So naturally Sister Munro asks what happened, so I tell
her, and we are DYING! We're laughing SO HARD! And again I got to the
point where I was laughing so hard I SNORTED. AGAIN. But oh
wait....THE EGG CAME OUT! HAHAHAHAHAHA oh my gosh it was the worst."

Ahahahahaha its the grossest thing ever, right?
So these past few days that Sister Hale has been sick, people from the
ward have taken her in while Sister Corbridge and I go do work. On
Saturday, we went to an appointment, just meeting these people for the
first time. They immediately invited us in- good sign- and we found
out that the husband was once upon a time, a preacher. I thought 'Yes!
I have always wanted to teach a preacher and now is my chance'. So we
taught this restoration and as we talked about Joseph Smith being
called to be a prophet, they interrupt and he says 'I don't tell
people this very often, but... I am a prophet.' Oh really? And he
continues to tell us that one day he was laying on his hammock and
Jesus came and took him around the world for about three hours. So
he's a prophet. I have met 'prophets' before but I am always at a loss
for words, so I know it was definitely the spirit that helped me say
'So you must understand how Joseph Smith felt to be called as a
prophet!'. Phew. Anyway long story short they KNOW (and they made sure
we understood this) that Joseph Smith is a prophet. But then in their
eyes, everyone is, so whatever.

We went to dinner with the Price family last night- the husband is
deaf and has known me since I was a wee one, so they brought out
family scrapbooks and I was in them! What! Yeah. Also he is the VP of
the deaf school here so he's helping us out with finding deaf people
to teach. Oh and- we found a stack of like 15 sheets of potential
investigators not in our area book. I can't even tell you what a gold
mine this is. We're stoked.

Do work!
Ashley