Friday, February 19, 2016

The Day I Wore Brand New Leather Pants

Was also the day our car became solidly and horrifically stuck on the ice bank at our house.

There is no driveway in the Heber home. (Horses didn't need driveways. Horses wouldn't have gotten stuck in the ice. Pioneers were so clever.) Instead there's a very wide road and dirt patch on the side of the road that extends about five feet before turning into *lawn. This is where we usually park, backing in to the dirt patch on a slight slant. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. However, in the winter months it becomes a problem.

Years ago someone on our street must have offended the snowplow driver by insulting his mother, dishonoring his sister, leaching his Netflix without permission or something equally deplorable because snowplows do not come on our street. If I could see a map of Heber routes in the snowplow office I'm certain I would see a first an x, then a scribble, then blacked out area where our street is supposed to be, possibly with the label "DO NOT PLOW IN THIS LAND OF EVIL DWELLERS." Consequently, this dirt-turned-driveway becomes a nightmarish pile of shoveled and tramped down snow.

In the past, we've been careful to park with part of the front wheels remaining on the road. Somehow, SOMEHOW (I'm not going to place blame here) someone neglected to do this on Tuesday night. Wednesday morning we walked out innocently and naively believing we'd simply get in our car and drive to school. Au contraire.

I got in the car. Riley got in the car. The gas pedal was pushed. The wheels spun. Eyes were rolled.

However, this had happened once or twice (or three times) before so I resignedly got out of the car, ready to push. I expected after 3 or 4 tries, 9 or 10 minutes, the car would start rolling again, as it always had. This was not the case. So Riley got out of the car, I got in, and we tried again. And again. Every attempt met the same fruitless outcome. But we kept trying! Because, determination! I am capable and independent!

Yeah right. That capability and independence lasted about 30 minutes. By then, all we'd managed to accomplish was to roll the car further back down the slope and closer to a 4 foot snowbank. I decided that we needed help and went through the list of approximately 3 families that we know that I'd be comfortable enough calling for a tow at 8:00 am. At this point I was spitting mad and because my emotions make sense, near the brink of hysterical sobbing. Making phone calls in that state is not ideal. But I managed to sound like I wasn't having a mental breakdown and found someone possessing a truck who hadn't left for work yet.

Long story short, after a few pulls, the car was back on the street, and all was well. Late, yes. Wrenched backs and frozen hands, yes. But you know, hashtagblessed.

*It's not lawn. It's the long patchy grass cover that survives years of excessive shade and of neglect.

Also, hi. I started blogging again. I went on a mission, came back, started school again, got married, moved and a whole bunch of other things. I'll spare you the painful catch-up. Pardon my 3 year absence.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Simin's Spirit

...Except for Simin, here's a miracle about her:
She is so thirsty for the gospel. 
 We taught her the word of wisdom and when we mentioned tea she said, "I drink tea all the time!" But after a moment she simply said, "Ok, if it's what God wants I'll stop." 
 We couldn't even explain in great detail the benefits/harms of this, but she knows it's true so she accepted it. It really goes to show that it's not the flowery language that converts, it's a simple receptiveness to the spirit

 The baptism was so incredible.  Simin is amazing.  I was so happy to be there.  I really really miss it, and Sister Hansen.  It was small and Simin was ill but all went smoothly. 
After she was baptised and changed she sat down next to me and looked in my eyes and just said, "wow."  
She'll never forget that day.  She's so devoted. She loves that gospel enough to sacrifice for it.  


Monday, October 20, 2014

Mind Your Manchester Manners

Want to Hear a Funny Story? 
We had a tea appointment at the home of member yesterday and some of their grandchildren (Primary age) were there as well. 
During pudding (dessert) the grandma said, to the 6 year old grandson, in a very sharp (British style) reprimand,
 "Take your elbows off the table this instant!"  
Well, I noticed my elbows were ALSO on the table so I tried to subtley remove them as well but the grandpa sitting next to me noticed and started to crack up.  I was a touch embarrassed. 
I should've listened to you more about table manners!


The Transfer Back Story
How it happened:
Here's the transfer news:  I'm being transferred!  I'm absolutely stunned.  I thought if anyone would leave it'd be Sister Hansen.  nope she's staying to train a brand new missionary.
I'm leaving to...... Crewe!  Also to train a new missionary.  We were supposed to get those calls on Thursday but they never came until Saturday morning, 10 minutes before everyone else found out.  So we were pretty surprised to say the least. 
Haha the assistants called while Sister Hansen was in the shower and asked for her, so I asked if she could call them back.  Then I screamed, "SISTERHANSENGETOUTOFTHESHOWERRIGHTNOWYOUJUSTGOTATRANSFERCALLYOUNEEDTOCALLTHEMBACKRIGHTNOW"
She didn't believe but came flying out of the shower in her towel anyway. 
She didn't believe me till I showed her the phone record of calls, then she put on clothes and called them back.
I guess if I have to end without Sister Hansen, I would want to end training.  It will be a great way to grow and grow and just go hard till the end.  (the end is so tangible now.  I don't like it.) 
... picture of the g\Griffiths family whom I really love.  They have a 5 year old son and every time I see him I say,
"Ben, kiss my cheek" and he does it.  (Then I reward him with chocolate.)  I love that little boy. 

Transferred and Training! Leaving Liverpool!

This week I will be moving to Crewe and begin an assignment of training a new missionary.

I have loved Liverpool and leave longingly.

However, this will be a great way to grow and grow and just GO hard until the end...

which is in:



(insert more than mild anxiety attack here)

p.s. Hey want to hear something ironic?  Crewe is home to a massive train station....  haha my companion better keep a close eye on me while i'm boarding trains. (see previous post)

Monday, October 13, 2014

When One Door Closes... Another Opens...

The activity was fun. We did "Minute-to-Win It" games. Remember doing that with the fam?  I'll attach some pictures.  We moved Skittles with straws, ran around the room with eggs in a spoon, ate donuts off the string, wrapped in toilet paper, and shook ping pong balls out of Kleenex boxes.  I think everyone had a pretty good time, I hope so at least!  My computer works today so I'll send pics. 

Liverpool is still good! Today I located the Beatles museum and determined that it's actually worth paying for, if I have the money. 

  On Saturday I got stuck between train doors. 
 That was almost the level of poop/plunger embarrassment. 

 I jumped on last second, after the bells, leaving my companion standing astonished on the platform behind me. 
 I tried to get back out, panicking that I was leaving Sister Hansen which only lodged me more thoroughly in the doors. 

 They opened after a minute and I released myself and Sister Hansen boarded and everyone in the train stared and I turned bright red.  They made an announcement to
"Please don't attempt boarding while the doors are closing" at which point I covered my name badge and turned to face the corner to avoid all the stares.

It's been a good week. We are teaching a woman from Iran and I'm learning bits of Farsi, I can count to 10!

I'm going to learn how to pray in Farsi and next time we visit Javad I'll offer a blessing on the food in his language. 
She prays, "My Darling Heavenly Father". 
It is
 really sweet. 
That's the news!

Monday, October 6, 2014


We get to go to Costco today!  Elder Nesbesnii has a Costco card for some reason. 

I am so excited.
We're going to buy pumpkins to carve and all sorts of other American things.  God bless America.

Weekly Things:
I learned that hummus has an expiration date about ten days shorter than I thought it was.

We were talking to a woman on her doorstep and she took hold of my hand, she pulled me closer and put her other hand on my forehead and said, "Bless you my child."  Then she cracked up laughing.

There are posters up all over City Centre advertising Wicked.  YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT IT.  WAS IT AMAZING?  I WANT TO SEEEEE IT.

We went contacting at the University.  At first I had an anxiety attack looking at all the students but after we got going it was really good.  We went of splits with the other sisters to learn from them because they Uni contact often (lots of Chinese students there.) 

All you have to is make eye contact with a Chinese student and say, "Neehow, Neehow!"  And they'll come over and talk for awhile (especially if the person speaking Chinese is white, haha.) 

They're hungry for knowledge about God.  Feeling the spirit teaching them went a long way to replenish my own spiritual drought.

Cara came to visit last Monday - it was her birthday this week so we celebrated here.  I'll send some pictures and you'll crack up at our hysterical height difference. 

I am dreaming of a White Christmas just like the one Elder Nebsnii knows!


Love From Liverpool... Sis Gish

ps... who names their child..Gurpreet?