Drama. *dramatic eyeroll and head shake*
I'm not even going to get into all the drama of this week, but just know that it involved lots of yelling by Sister Wilson, calls to the Sister Training Leaders, talking about our feelings, Sister Fa'ulao and Sister Elliott telling me what a trooper I was and 3 hours of talking to them, waiting for Sister Wilson to come out of the bathroom after her side wasn't taken by the STLs.
So much fun.
The Zone Leaders, District Leader, and Sister Training Leaders have all expressed their support of me and have given a lot of advice. Appartently the problems that are occuring are nothing new. Sister Wilson has had similar problems with her other companions and President Olson is keeping a close eye on her and knows what she is like. I am taking it with a grain of salt, since I was in a similar situation, but on the other side not too long ago. It is good to know however, that others see what is happening and see my efforts to make it work. I have cut back a little on the whole "Do whatever makes SW happy" act because it is making me miserable. That is making her mad. I sang hymns and skipped while we were tracting the other night. She asked me what was wrong. I told her I was fine! I was happy!
That ticked her off for whatever reason and she started forcing herself to cry. Literally. *sigh* I just kept skipping and told her to let me know when she was ready to talk and that I loved her. She stomped home and called President. He didn't answer so she just stayed locked in her bathroom for 3 hours. I took advantage of that time to update the area book, watch The Testaments, and write in my journal. Then I went to bed. I called President the next day to get advice on how to address the situation and ask him about the whole SW in the bathroom for 3 hours with the phone. He said he would call her and talk to her. I just carried on and refused to give into her drama. She does things to get a reaction. No more. I am focusing on the work. Still love her and care about her, I'm just not going to react.
She reads out the scriptures to "discreetly" tell me off. Saturday was "One of you is a devil" and "Blessed be those who are persecuted for righteousness sake." She said it is really comforting to know that she will be blessed for being persecuted. And that it is a fact that there are devils out here on the mission. She told me that those who are, whoever they may be, *cough me* should plead for forgiveness. She says she prays they get struck down by God. I just nod and say "Yeah. You're right. It is good to know that if you are actually doing what is righteous, then you will be blessed if you get persectued."
It's actually kind of entertaining. President Olson knows what's up. I know. I am just carrying on.
Highlight of this week:
Showing Eric Roberts up by putting the tramp together that he had been trying to get together for a week. We stopped by to see him and invite him back to church. He was baptized a little over 2 years ago and has gone less active. When we walked up he was in his car. He got out and said "Hey ladies." I asked if there was anything he needed help with. He told us about the tramp, but said he didn't want us to hurt ourselves. I chuckled and told him to go get the tramp. He walked inside and got it, it is a little exercise tramp. He hesistated and said he was protective of us and didn't want me to hurt my fingers. I said, "Eric! Bring the dang tramp outside so I can help you!" 
He tried to put one of the springs in and hook it to the tramp part. No luck.
I took the spring and pulled it together and put it in place. He looked at me like 
and reached over and grabbed my bicep. He said "girl. what the...? You probably curl more than I do."
This is a young man in the prime of his life, athletic build, always tellin us about the exercise he does. And I showed him up. I just kept hooking springs in. He eventually took over, so as to keep some of his dignity. I was dyin!
He was dumbfounded as to how I could do it when he couldn't. So awesome!
He was like "How strong ARE you?!" I told him that was for me to know and him to find out. Maybe. Hahaha. Funny guy! He paid me with a bar of soap because he said he had to give me something for putting his mom's birthday present together! So I have some Irish Spring soap now. It smells good.
I finally got rid of the stye that was in my ey. Yep. Forgot to tell you about that last week. How I got rid of it will tell you just how ghetto we as missionary are. I woke up one morning with a bump in the corner of my eye. It really hurt and only got worse as the day went on. Then the next morning it was super red and sore. I called Sister Olson to ask for advice. No answer. So i thought about it. It itched so I thought about putting something on it to keep me from itching it. Didn't have any neosporin (my original plan) so I put the next best thing on it. Carmex.
Yep. It worked surprisingly well. When Sister Olson finally called me back two days later, it was almost all gone. I just kept putting Carmex on it and it went away. 
ghetto missionary medical practices saves the day once again!
For service in honor of you folks this week I have done the following, whilst channeling my inner --------- (insert name here) and thinking about how you would act and serve. So here ya go!!
Mar Bear- thinking about your caring and loving nature and shared love for animals, I saved two little puppies from getting hit by a car. I might have bent the mission rules a little to pick them up and put the safely off the road. It made me happy to think about Mary doing the same and how cute you are as you serve and help God's creatures. Love you! 
Aubs- thinking about your cute beautiful smile and how happy it always makes me, I smiled at everyone I saw and made a special effort to make others see the light and joy I have because of this gospel, just like you. It made me smile more to think about you and your always bright smile! Love you!
Em- thinking about your talent of writing and your kind words and encouragement that hang on my wall, I wrote notes of love and kindess to leave for people. It made me think of you as I wrote in my very best curly writing how much I love them, and how much I love you.
Ry- thinking of your gentle strength and loving protection, I shared my not so powerful strength and helped Eric. I thought of you and how strong you are, not just physically, but spiritually. It made me happy to think of how caring and gentle you are and how much I love you and how you look out for me. I love you!
Ash- thinking of how you always listen to me and care and help me, I listened to Sister Wilson and how she was feeling. I tried my best to be like you and just listen. It made me think of and appreciate the times we talked and spent valuable time together just listening to each other. I love you!
Mom- thinking of your love and kindness for others, which is displayed at times in your baking sweet treats for others, I made cookies and took them to people to brighten their day. It made me grateful for what a loving and kind example that you are as a mother. I love you!
Dad- thinking about how you always use your many talents and skills to bless the lives of so many around you, I shared my talents to help someone. I thought of how you always are helping with bikes, cars, yard work, and a multitude of other projects. Even when you don't want to or when you have things to do. You see a need, and you meet it, always with a smile on your face that shows others the true Christ like love and light you have. I love you!
I love you! I hope you have a fabulous week full of Christmas spirit and joy!
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