Sup Dude bones,
It's all spunkgnar on the dunk bunk. This week was
pretty "all-bones" good. Not much goin' on. We're just spunkin' around
Samoa like a couple of double skunk dank bombs.
Last P-day was
freakin' tight. I was stoked on it. I'm pretty sure I sent pictures
with my last letter. But we went and played football with the ZL's and
my buddy Hansen and his comp. It was sick. My stupid companion was on
the other team and they beat us like 6-3. You know how a father never
wants to see his son finally outdo him. I was still pretty cheesed off
afterwards, so I sent him to bed wit hno dinner for making me look like a
fool in front of my work friends. Kids can be a real handful--being a
single father isn't easy. But it is so gratifying to see my little boy
grow up so fast. He came into the mission going by "Jackson", but now
it's just "Jack." "I'm not the child I used to be" he says. He's a
real sensitive boy. I don't think he has many friends at school. But
I'm here to whip him into shape. As Buck Davis would say, "Go feed the
horses, and then let's hit the dunes." (Meaning that only through hard
work can we accomplish anything in life. And then after we will see the
fruits of our labors. Good ol' Buck taught me everything I need to
know about how to be a man.
Anyways, so our team lost. We'll
have to rematch those dudes some other time. But then after football,
we went down to the beach and played around and stuff. The pictures are
on that card I sent you. Also that day I climbed my highest coconut
tree so far. It was way tall--probably like our house stacked up twice
or something like that. I'm pretty much the master at all things Samoan
by now--it's dank dogs.
We're probably gonna do something cool
today too, cause one of our ZL's goes home this week, so we'll probably
throw a wild party or something. I've been to some pretty crazy
missionary parties before. Usually we read Preach My Gospel, eat Vienna
sausages and tell lies about how awesome you were before the mission,
knowing that no one can prove you wrong. No pranks, only pranks. I
have no idea what we're doing today. We'll just have to see, I guess.
But
this week was good--sorta slow, but it's all good. My companion has
been sick lately, so we've been kinda taking it easy. He was like
puking and stuff as we were coming back from dinner one night. What a
weasel. I think he's cursed cause he gloated when he beat me in
football. But it's okay. He'll think twice next time he crosses me.
Haha, nah--he's better now though, so it's all good.
This week
we started teaching lessons to this kid name Posi. After the first
lesson he said he wanted to be baptized, but the next day when we went
to teach him, I could tell something was up, so when I asked him, he
said that he didn't want to be baptized. I guess his grandma pressured
him, but he didn't really want to take lessons. He's like 13 or
something. But anyways, we left him with a Book of Mormon anyways and
asked him to read. So maybe later on down the line he'll be ready to
hear the gospel. Cause he moves back to American Samoa this week, so we
probably won't see him again. So that was kind of a bummer, but it's
alright. We did all we were supposed to do. Now it's just up to him.
Also,
another weird thing out investigator Faasinoala who we've been working
with forever turned out to already be a member. Haha, it was kind of
ridiculous actually. One day this week we were visiting her and he was
like, "Oh yeah, I was baptized back in 1996". Haha, I guess she just
fell away after that and is now just coming back to church. But her
records got lost or something so the ward will have to probably
re-baptize her. But yeah, so that was kind of unexpected. Haha. But
we'll keep working with her to progress towards the temple. But that
just makes our investigator pool even smaller. Things have been a
little slow lately, but I think they're starting to pick up, so that's
good.
Paualaisa has now stopped smoking. We just have to get him
to stop drinking ava Samoa. It's like a root that they mash up and
make a drink out of. I guess it's like a mild narcotic or something.
But it's only been banned from the church for like ten years. But yeah,
Paualaisa is totally ready. He's awesome. He's like my age, I think.
But he's like always up at the plantation like all day so we can never
set up an appointment to teach him. But we just have to finish his
lessons and he'll be ready for baptism.
And Failelei want to be
baptized. She just has to be married still. And they won't be married
until her boyfriend's mom comes back from New Zealand in September. So
I'll probably be transferred by then, so that's a bummer. But yeah,
the area is good though. I'm stoked on it here. Yesterday was my 10
month mark on the mish. That means I've been in this area for 8 months
now. Haha, that's forever. I think if I was in a slow area, it would
kill me. But so far this area has been pretty sick over all. I'll be
really sad to leave. Next week is transfers, so we'll see what
happens. I probably won't get transferred though cause the training
program isn't over for me and Jackson. We've still got two weeks left.
So, I'll probably be here for another transfer. It's good though. I
really like it here.
Oh yeah, so you know how you sent me like
50 pictures of me holding that pig? So when I wrote my weekly report to
the mission president, I included a signed copy together with my
letter. Haha, but I guess he was so stoked on it he displayed it on his
desk. (Did I already tell this story?) Anyways, I guess like everyone
that comes in for interviews, he proudly shows them my awesome
picture. He didn't even have any pictures of his family on his desk,
just a couple folders and my picture. And then like a week later, he
put it up in the permanent glass case at the office for everybody to
see. Apparently he was going around showing it to everyone when he
first got it. But you know me--I know how to get "in" with the
president. He invited me to go golfing with his area seventy buddies
last week, but we had already made plans, so we had to take a rain
check. Haha, prank bones. That last part could be fictitious, but the
rest is true.
So yeah, it's good. I got your birthday
package. I'm super tempted to open it, but I haven't yet. I also got
those shoes--thanks a ton. You really should have just got some from
DI. You needn't waste money like that. But I appreciate it. They'll
for sure last the rest of my mish, so that should be good.
Also,
that's funny that Dad is a zoobie counselor now. You should counsel
them to quit being so weird and quit being ranjoes. Maybe that's why
you got called to be a counselor so you can set them straight. Get some
of the tasties in the ward to write me, so I can come back and get
married before the spring semester starts--that would be great.
But
yeah, that's a bummer that all the kids are moving out of state. I
guess that's what happens when the cool one moves out of the
country--everyone else sort of dissipates. Bummer for ma and pa
though. They're just stuck with stupid, I mean cool, Katie and Matt.
(How awful.) And then Weter and Pendi aren't nearly as cool as me too.
Haha, jk. But everyone knows I'm the best sibling. There's really no
competition. Anyways, this letter is too long.
--Steezemaster
PS
Mama, I got your letter. I'm glad things went well with the surgery. I
hope you're healing well. I continue to pray for you and I hope you're
doing good. --E Bones
(The following was on a separate paper in the same envelope)
Sup Dudes,
Fresh
Newz! So, we just found about transfers . I'm getting transferred to
Faaala, in Savaii. My comp is Elder Uri. He's been out on the mish for
like 7 months or something. I'm pretty bummed to leave Samata,. I
really love it here. But it will be nice to experience some new
adventures. I'm gonna miss Elder Jackson though. I freakin' love the
guy. But he'll be good. He's staying in Samata, so that should be
good. I'll spank you another letter next week when we get the scoop.
Love,
The Fresh Prince of Samoa
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