Holy macaroni. Flint Hicks brought it this morning. He talked about Hinduism, Buddhism and Islam religions. He contrasted them to Christianity, and taught us a bit about evangelizing to the different religions. Man. It was awesome. Finally, my mind was blown. Today he made up for all of his false accusations against science that were made over the week. If I am not too lazy this weekend, I will write a summary about the cool stuff.
This morning at breakfast, all of Fiji 1 were at the same table. It is always interesting conversation when we are all together. Guess what we talked about.... poop! For our trip, I am in charge of being the 'scribe' which means I have to write the team journal. I am not super excited about this because I am going to keep my own journal and maybe blog a bit. So it is going to be SO MUCH WORK. So, this morning we decided that instead of documenting the days events in our team journal, we would just take pictures of our poop and describe them. Kat couldn't eat her yogurt after our conversation.
Yesterday I was a bit worried about leading worship this morning because we had a huge lack of practice during the week. Our practice this morning was ok, but not spectacular. But I prayed for God to take charge and help us. And did he ever. I felt like it went so awesome, I don't know how anyone else felt, but it was so awesome, and we ended the worship with the dubstep remix of Awesome God. I was so jacked after that.
HAHAHA Marit just tooted, and Nomes asked "Did you just fart?" and she said "Yeah." and I said, victoriously, "IT WASN'T ME FOR ONCE!" And Marit said "But mine was cute." ummmmmmmmm.... excuse me? Does that mean that mine are not cute? Can farts even be cute?
At lunch this afternoon, Kyle promised that he would not skip out on dishes again. He did dishes with me on Monday and that's it. On Tuesday he had a migraine. On Wednesday he had a one on one during dishes which doesn't really make sense, because you can't just have a one on one during your work duties, but OK. I let it go. And on Thursday he was getting ministry from Beryl. That is a fair excuse, but again, he should get someone to cover for him if he is going to miss dishes. So, today I was fully expecting that there was no way that he would possibly skip again. He skipped. I lost it. I ran out of the kitchen to staff Matt (who is Kyle's one on one), and I was like "WHERE IS KYLE? THIS IS THE 4th TIME HE HAS NOT DONE DISHES THIS WEEK. THERE ARE FIVE DAYS IN A WEEK." Matt looked terrified, and was probably thinking "Why are you yelling at me, you crazy woman?" So he ran out in search of Kyle. Kyle finally came back into the kitchen, and lets just say he was not too happy. Apparently he had had to make a phone call for some reason and had to miss eating lunch. But still, he should have told me or got a replacement. But I felt bad for him and for getting angry, because as a Christian, you are not supposed to keep accounts about things such as this, and you are supposed to forgive. Man, I was trying and I had a moment of weakness. Kyle helped with the end of dishes, and we were only a little bit late for catching the van for the town trip.
While I was in the grocery store, I walked past the greeting cards and had a brilliant plan. I would write him an apology/encouragement card. But the cheap cards were super ugly. So I was forced to buy one with seagulls on it. HAHAHAA. Seagulls. Gross. Why would a card company make a card with seagulls on it? I mean, they aren't even unique to New Zealand... seagulls are everywhere and they are pests and they are ugly... but this is beside the point because obviously people buy cards with seagulls on them. I did, after-all.
In town, Marit and Kiwi Hannah and I went to visit Dublin Del. We have not seen him in so long! It was so awkward, because a couple weeks ago I saw him in the grocery store and avoided eye contact because I was shy. Well, apparently he saw me and thought I was a bit rude. Ooooops. But despite this he still made us the best iced coffees that I have had since I have been in New Zealand. Man they were good. We sat outside in the sun and drank our drinks. Marit and I were just chatting about various things, and then a small breeze came up. I said "Oh, this breeze came at the perfect time to blow my fart away." Marit laughed so hard. I don't know what she is going to do without me when we have to split up on outreach. I know for sure that she will be very interested in our poop chronicles.
Before supper, most of cottage 5 went out to relax on the trampoline. Me, Kiwi Hannah and Nomes went to the tramp first because Marit needed a minute to 'change'. But when Marit made it out to the tramp, she was still wearing the same clothes as before. I was confused. But then I realized that it was a different kind of changing. And then we realized that Van and Miranda were eavesdropping from the laundry room. Van came over and said "Could you talk about tampons any louder?" Bahaha! How did he catch on to that? He is a boy...
So after that we continued talking about periods, our ages at our first periods, our ages when our boobs started to grow. How we felt about these changes at the time, you know all that kind of stuff. We even talked about poop, which is such a popular topic among us. Brent decided to join us. I think he enjoyed the conversation. He didn't make too many weird faces. Then Hannah D from Tennessee joined us. She had an old bra that she wanted to give away, and Brent wouldn't leave, so he saw that exchange take place too. Once Hannah D from Tennessee came, the conversation got even weirder. Let's just say that Brent made a face.
This evening I was supposed to phone my mom. But after supper Rebekah asked if I could cut her hair and I couldn't think of anything else on my agenda, so I did. I was supposed to call mom at six. I cut Rebekah's hair (which looks so beautiful now!!!), then I relaxed outside with Schnegg and Elisa while they practiced for Schnegg's recording. Then I exchanged some music with Rebekah, and I noticed at the top corner of my computer screen that mom went offline from skype. Then I realized what I had done. It was 8:30. I probably made her wait around for 2.5 hours. I am such a bad daughter. And that was the only time I have free time until God knows when. I feel so bad. Will you please forgive me mommy?
Anyways I best get to bed because I have to get up bright and early tomorrow to go to the recording studio! I am so excited. Except I have to go first. My voice barely can sing without cracking in the evening, let alone bright and early in the morning. I am a bit worried. But I guess it will be unique when I just have a cracking voice for the whole song. Maybe it will sound like special effects or like I did it on purpose...
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