Don, Don, the Poptart Man

Hello ladies….and gentlemen… dang it, that doesn’t really work. I was trying to quote Old Spice, but it’s awk cause I’m a girl…

Well, on that note.

I have realized that the sounds of pigeons is now a comforting, nostalgic sound, rather than an annoying one. If I could hug those pigeons and thank them for their lives…

My week was pretty good. Monday we had one of the worst lessons of my life, and it was all my fault. We brought our ward mission leader, and you know, you want to show him that you’re a good missionary. So I completely disregarded the spirit and my companion and where the lesson was flowing, and just leaned on my own self. It wasn’t good. Luckily, God saved us and they still want to meet with us, but afterwards I realized something needed to change. The morning of District Meeting, I studied how to use the Spirit in teaching. We also read the talk by President Eyring called “The Holy Ghost as your Companion” from this last conference that we decided to share with a less-active later that day. Well the Holy Ghost was the theme of our district meeting and Elder Gudmundson even read some of the talk we’d read that morning. It was great. Things have been going a lot better.

We went on splits in Odense again! It was wonderful. I got to be with Sister Landvatter, whom I love most dearly. She’s one of my closest friends, mostly because she’s like my sister. Plus it’s nice to talk with someone I’m on the same level with. That never happens. She helped me figure out a lot of my problems.

Year in the land mark! It’s a landmark!

Nothing super exciting. Sister Bevan and I are getting along a lot better. We had a really great day on Saturday, even though all of our appt either cancelled or burned us. It was sunny and happy. I love those days.

Hey, you all have it good, okay? Oh and Happy Valentines Day! Elder Howes wore a red tie to celebrate #ValentinesDayOnTheMish

Søster Fergie

Quotes:

Me: “If that bench was a sofa, it would be soggy.”

*attempting to do yoga*
Me: “And this is what we call the pinwheel pose!”

Æ Howes: “She’s going ham on that cheese”

*Søs Landvatter wrote ‘WP’ to stand for Weekly Planning in her planner*
Søs Bevan: “That’s what my mom wrote on the calendar when she needed to remember to water her plants.”
Søs L: “Now you’re going to be thinking I’m just going to be out watering my plants for 3 hours!”

Søs B: “I was trying to say ‘Husk at læse’ and all it would say was ‘hurl at lard'”

Søs B: “Where do they speak Amharic?”
Me: “…America? Duh”

Me, biking a bit in front of my comp: “That was a good decision!”
Søs B pulling up beside me: “What about a pigeon?”

Spliiiits!

Spliiiits!

Apple

Yeahhhh, guess who forgot to take pictures this week. Again. Sorry folks.

Yeahhhh, guess who forgot to take pictures this week. Again. Sorry folks.

To make up for my lack of a fourth picture, you get 2 stories that Sister Bevan and I wrote during language study. This is our favorite language study activity 🙂 They’re really confusing and funny if you take them through Google Translate. Or you could ask your closest danish speaker to translate them 😉 I’m sure there are a lot of grammatical errors.

Story #1:
Der var en dreng som hed Kasper og han havde en stor, doven, kat. Den sad på bilen da Kasper kørte væk fra sin postkasse. Katten var så begejstret at Kasper vidste ikke hvad han skulle spise ud af skraldespanden. På den første stop, mariehønen faldt over kattens øre og sagde, “Hjælpe mig! Mine vinger har blevet stjulet!”

Kasper troede at han havde hørt det forkert, så han spurgte mariehønen at gentag det. Mariehønen kunne ikke sige noget mere, hun var død. Hendes kat råbte ud, “Du gjorde hende til at dø! Jeg er så ked af det!”

Kasper blev overrasket. “Hvordan er jeg en morder? Min samvittighed med det er ren!”

Katten fortalte syltetøjet, “Hvad kan jeg gøre for mariehønen?”

Syltetøjet sagde med glæde, “Du må grave alene og prøve at finde et mistet mønt så at du kan betale for mariehønens sjæl.”

Mens syltetøjet svømmede rundt i havet, Kasper tog en blad og bandt mariehønens ben. Mariehønen var i live!! Kasper tænkte han kunne ikke gøre noget til at hjælpe sig føle mere lykkelig! Hans venner var levende! Katten vågnede med overraskelse! Det som var forventet skete!

Mariehønen surmulede over sine omstændigheder.
Slut.

Story #2:
En dejlig orange sommer dag, Kirsten løb væk fra sin kærestes stor elefant som prøvede at trampe på hende. Hun kunne ikke se hvordan musen kom til at være i sin historie, men sådan så historien ud.

Musen skreg ud, “Løb hurtigere! Der er mange farlige frugter derovre! Du må ikke nyse højer end elefanten fordi frugter vil vågne mormor!!”

Kirsten blev overrasket over musens bekendtegørelse fordi hun kunne ikke se noget. Hun kiggede væk fra elefanten så hun kunne find frugterne og mormor. Der så hun ikke en flot mus, men strks begyndte frugterne til at angribe hende på den hue og tshirt og sko hun havde på. Det var helt vildt at Kirstens kæreste sov igennem det hele. Hvor var han da elefanten flygtede sig fra huset?

Mormor vågnede vredt fordi frugterne var så voldsom da de fløj gennem vandet og lo på musen. Mormor råbte ud, “Hvad sker her?! Jeg kan ikke tro at I kom så langt for at gratulere mig for hvor gammel og vis og sjov jeg er. I dag, i går, og i morgen er Kirstens begravelse på toget.” Kirstens stakkels kæreste vidste ikke, da frugterne angreb elefanten og Kirtsen, at de ville dø, desværre.

Musen gav ham en blomst og sagde, “Held og lykke”
Slut.

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