May 21, 2012

Hello hello hello. Let's start off by reminding you that my birthday is on Thursday and you are more than welcome to think of me the entire day. You're welcome. Last week an Indian couple in the ward gave me a saari for my birthday!!!!!! Is that even how you spell it? I DON'T KNOW. Doesn't matter. It's beautiful and maybe ridiculously skanky. I'll modify it, have no worries. Also I punched an Elder last week. But that's only because he was being the most annoying person in the world. He deserved it. Also WORST THING EVER. Not really, but it was scary. It's called: MY COMPANIONS MADE ME TALK TO A JEHOVAH'S WITNESS BY MYSELF. With no disrespect to the religion, they are the bane of our missionary existence. And talking to them is sometimes like bashing your head against a wall because they love to tell you that God is Jehovah and that's all they really like to argue. Anyway. So this particular day my companions were going around talking to peeps a little ahead of me while I talked to people by myself. We can't all do it together because then it looks like we will eat them and they hate it. So I'm bouncin' around, doing my missionary job, and I stop this lady and start to talk to her. Oh wait. She's a JW and she was waiting for her companion to come so they could go talk to people too!!!! AWKWARD. Well she ended up being pretty nice and she took one of our cards. We talked for awhile and, of course, she asked me what God's name is. I told her it's Elohim and she was like what the heck? It blew her mind of course because she had never heard that. So secretly she wanted to learn more but she couldn't because she was scared/her companion was coming. But all in all it wasn't so bad and I was able to tell her about the Restoration and I could see something click in her eyes! She didn't even try to refute it! I WIN. Mmk. Remember how I told you that we flirt to convert? Well we did it times ten this week. And it was awesome. Story time. So we were walking to an appointment when we see these 3 young looking dudes (and by young I mean our age) riding bikes and looking very lost. They saw us and I guess we looked like we knew what's up because they stopped us for directions. Funny thing: they are all attractive AND French. Did I die a little bit? YES. Anyway so we directed them towards a restaurant where they could watch a football (soccer) game. We of course talked about who we were and gave them our cards. They invited us to come with but we sadly declined. WELL. A little bit later it totally hit us that we are IDIOTS and we should have worked harder to get them to agree to meet us. THEY WOULD DO IT. So we marched over to that street and walked up and down it until they came out. Yes, they totally did. Then we got their number and we organized a giant soccer game with the Elders and other YSA people and they're coming!!!!!! HA. Anyways. I love you all. Don't forget about me. Sister Young 

May 14, 2012

So so so. This week was boring. Every week was boring. Except! I got to skype my family :) That's the best, always. Except it felt like it was only 10 minutes long. I'm pretty sure it was. Poooooooooooo. So Hamburg is still freezing. It's unnatural! The weather is fine everywhere else except here. I still wear tights and boots and a coat. Can I kill the weather? Yes. But I do have to say it is beautiful. Really really really. It rains a lot here so it's very green and everything is blooming and it's wonderful. WUNDERBAR. Except let me tell you a little problem called I get bugs in my hair errrrrday. That's a cool way of saying EVERYDAY. It's disgusting. My companions and I feel like monkeys, we're always going through each other's hair picking out ants and spiders and other weird things that we haven't named yet. But it's worth it to have so many beautiful plants and trees and things. Our boundaries are the boonies of Hamburg so I'll have to send some pictures sometime of the awesome farmlands we get to track in. Also let me just confess this right off the bat - we flirt to convert. Or more accurately, we bat our eyelashes a little to get people to agree to come to church or meet with us. I'm not even ashamed. It totally worked for some people who later became progressing investigators. And sometimes we get creepers. But either way we get those so WHATEVER. Anyway. So there's this dude that loves to flirt with us everytime he sees us, but the difference is everytime I talk to this man I'm really mean and sassy. He loves it for some reason. So the other day we got on the same bus and he was talking and I was telling him what a butt face he is. So then he says, "Sister Young, I can really see something special in your eyes. It's magical," to which I responded, "It's Jesus." Everybody started cracking up around us and I told him he needs to come to church or we would never speak to him again. He didn't show up but I wouldn't be surprised if we met him again. Ha. Ok so these other Elders in our district had a baptism the other day so we went to support it. Also the girl that got baptized is American and we LOVE her so of course we had to go. Well guess what. She is married to this famous singer who's also American but is apparently only really popular in Germany. His name is Dante Thomas, in case you wanted to youtube him. ANYWAY the baptism was awesome and I got to meet a famous person and we're going out to lunch with her this week! I'm stoked. That's basically all. Reminder: my birthday is coming up. This is a chance for some of you weenies to find an excuse to write me!!!!!!!!! I'm really lonely. Ok loves loves and more loves. Sister Young

May 7, 2012

Hello hello hello. I have recently found out that all my blog posts are super weirdy-looking and make all my emails into one giant paragraph. This is stupid, and I'm sorry it keeps doing that. Let me tell you, not many things happened this week. We had a total of zero investigators at church, and we haven't been able to meet with Familie Bastan-Mehr this week :( We taught a total of TWO LESSONS to investigators and TWELVE to members. We are SUCKING. One of the member lessons/eating appointments we had this week was with a lovely lady who was baptized a little over a year ago. She used to be a traveling singer back in the day and she speaks FRENCH. So, naturally, she dusted off her old Edith Piaf records and we spent a lovely time eating lunch and listening to my favorite French singer in the entire world. I am so trunky for France. WHY AM I IN GERMANY?!?!?!?!?!!?!? Whatever. Embarrassing story of the week. Ready set go. So there is this ancient man in our ward that we teach who is also crazy. Anyway. So he's really sick and has had a lot of falls lately. The problem is that he lives alone and sometimes he'll fall and nobody knows for days until his doctor comes to visit or something. The other day we had an appointment with him and he didn't answer, which is weird because he calls several times in the week to remind us that we need to come visit. So we had someone else buzz us in and we knocked on his door - nothing. We call him like 50 times and we could hear his cell ringing inside the apartment. We don't know what to do so we call his hometeacher, who tells us to get the man in charge of the building to open up his door. Well, that man was a pile of poop and said he'd only open up for police. So we call the hometeacher back who says we should call the police. After much hesitation we call and relate our concerns and are very clear on the fact that we have no idea if this is a real emergency, we just need permission to open up the door. So then what happens? The fire department came. They brought a bunch of tools to knock down his door and we were FREAKING OUT. So these 2 police officers come and bang on his door really loud and good ole Bruder Wölfl wakes up from his hangover/nap and then everyone left. And you can bet that when he asked why the police came we blamed it on his hometeacher. Ha. Don't forget my birthday. Or me. Or how amazing French movies and food and music and everything about France is. I love yous! Sister Young