1.18.2016

It's snowing craps and dogs! 🌨💩

First off, I know the saying is usually "it's raining cats and dogs,"

but I adjusted it is week to better fit the stories I had. Enjoy :)

This week has been an interesting one. We have still not been able to

pick up anyone solid, and our teaching pool has been smaller than it

has ever been since I've been in this area. Last night as we were

reporting our numbers regarding how many lessons taught to our

district leader I kept thinking "how the heck did we remiss busy, we

didn't even really teach this week?" It's been a little hard for me

because I feel like I am doing something wrong, and being a failure of

a missionary and as a trainer. I constantly tell myself that Satan

wants me to feel that way, and that I am doing my best to be obedient

and talk to as many people as possible. Sometimes you simply don't see

the success right away. I have been able to relate this to working at

USAF. As I would make the graphs of the sales reports and such there

was always a three month lag between when the sales people made their

call time and all that was expected of them, and their profit

increase. They had to keep working hard while they didn't see much

reward for their work, but it was going to come just after they put in

the effort. Right now we are just in the lag time between work and

reward, and I just need to keep praying and doing all I can go receive

those blessings from Heavenly Father.

This week we helped with a karaoke party at the old folks home. They

love their patriotic songs which we all learned in elementary school.

Well everyone except Sister Kwasney since she is from Canada. It was

fun to teach her the fun songs like Yankee Doodle and Dixieland.

I shoveled snow for the first time this past week. It really came down

Tuesday and I felt like it was never going to end. Trying to shovel

snow is probably one of the most frustrating things ever. There is no

way you can get all the snow picked up with all these broken

sidewalks. Let's just say that being slightly OCD is both a blessing

and a curse, and the curse side was more prominent with shoveling

snow.

We had zone training this past week and poor Sister Kwasney woke up

with a migraine, so she was dying all day. Luckily our Relief Society

president was able to give her some medicine so it went away. It also

made her pass out during the entire training, but I wouldn't blame

her! Elder Masina said something that I thought was really cool. He

said that we aren't called to a place, but called in place of the

Savior. Obviously we were assigned to a certain area of the world, but

on behalf of Christ. I represent Him, which is scary but also cool.

Ok, now for probably the grossest story you have heard from me so far.

Well, we came home one night and Sister Kwasney's stomach was a little

upset so she went straight to the bathroom. It was so bad that our

little two bedroom attic reeked and the toilet got clogged. I really

had to use the bathroom, so I went downstairs to use the vacant

apartment on the second floor's bathroom. I sat down and by the time

it took me to pee I had already felt two drops of some liquid hit me

on the head. I was so disgusted because I was terrified that it would

be poop coming from upstairs. Well, sure enough, there is a leak in

our toilet and I was lucky enough to discover it by having poop water

fall into my head.

Sister Morrison

There is a little dock in Sewickley that you can walk to, and leads

right to a pretty lookout of the Ohio River. It's one of my favorite

places to go to when we are in that part of our area.