10-14-12

Sup Spankos,
This week was spunkbones with beebop and rock steady crushin' skulls.  It was like going to a Nickelback concert when Smashmouth comes out as a live guest and they play "look at this photograph" and "Hey now, you're an all star" back to back.  It was like hittin' the dunes with Buck Davis and telling all the sissies to "cowboy up."  This week was like grooming a fine-trimmed mustache and pronouncing the word pillow like "pellow."  It was like rubbing together a scumbone and a robot button, which will create sparks with which a person could kindle a small fire if he were experienced enough.  This week was like doin' a back wizz on the down rail at the smorksesh. 

But yeah, so it was good.  Not much went down this week.  All is good in the area.  We've got two investigators who are for sure ready to be baptized this week--Ena and Faletolu.  Maybe Nikolao, but we haven't been able to get ahold of him.  And Fogalele is in Savaii visiting his parents.  He gets back this week sometime.  He called yesterday and told us that his parents are down for him to be baptized.  He said they don't care what church he goes to, just as long as he's going to church.  So we'll visit him when he gets back and see what the go is.

This week was General Conference for us in Samoa.  I was stoked.  For real, it was like the best thing ever.  You just get to go and chill and eat food and learn and feel the Spirit.  It's the best.  I really liked Elder Holland's talk on the Sunday session.  That dude is the bomb.  Pretty much it was all good though.  It makes for a dope weekend.  And some of our recent converts showed up, so I was stoked on that cause like hardly anyone went from the stake.  It was weakgnar. 

But it's cool.  Also this week we had a secret, special zone leader council.  I was surprised cause they usually only do it once a month, and we'd already done a meeting the week before.  But it turned out to be really good.  I guess a bunch of stuff has been goin' on within' the mish.  Three missionaries got sent home last week.  And two of them were sisters even.  There have already been a ton sent home this year and the mission president says there's probably more to come.  So it's just nutsobutso.  The mission president got email from one of the general authorities pretty much just chastising the whole mission saying that the behavior of the missionaries is unacceptable.  There's a lot of stuff that goes down among the missionaries that definitely shouldn't, so the mission president is kinda crackin' down.  It's getting better though.  The prez has made a lot of changes, so things are improving.  He's a way cool guy though--our mission prez is dope.

Other than that though, not much really happened this week.  I don't know if I've already mentioned this, but one thing about Samoans is that they're all susceptible to the freshest PRANX!  Wedgies, sternum boppers, "what's up dog?', "snew?", the works.  There's this one guy in our zone who is fun to pick on.  Anyways, so Puipui is that guy in our zone.  I filled up his shoes with shaving cream one time and when he put his foot in, it got all over his socks.  Or one time I put a big slimy mango pit in his pillow case and then that night he went to go to bed and there was slimy pits in there.  And for zone meeting once I assigned him to do everything for the meeting including the opening and closing prayers, to be the song leader and give the spiritual thought from the scriptures, give the spiritual thought from the handbook and teach the lesson.  Haha, poor Puipui.  He takes it really well though.  That's why he's fun to pick on.

Lately I've been eating tons of mangoes.  It's the best.  They're like massive and red--by far the best mangoes I've ever had.  I figure I may never be able to eat mangoes like this again cause I won't be here during mango season next year.  So, I'm going to take advantage of it.  Anyways, it's dankness.
Quit naggin the gnar,
Eric "The Fresh King" Johansen