Hey Momma!

That's the amount of questions that I'm used to.  Did you try and ask every single one, cause last week I told you that you could?  I'm glad you did. Let me roll through them now.

I'm excited to train, although, it's a little stressful being watched, judged and imitated, every second of your entire life. Is this like having a child?  If so, the babies can wait.

In Germany, they learn English at school, so his English is pretty good.  Every once in a while he has to look up a word in a German to English dictionary, but he's more or less fluent, so it's not a big deal.  He went to the English MTC in Preston.

He's from Dortmand, I think that's what it's called.

I can cook stuff.  Not well, but I can at least make things edible.. so that's alright.  By no means would I be comfortable making a meal for more than two people, but I can make what I want to eat, most of the time.  I would like to have about one million recipes, actually, I'd like to have about one million recipes that I can make and eat within one hour.  That would be a fantastic Christmas present. Hint hint.

He has been a member his whole life.  His mother was converted when she was pregnant with him and his brother. (He's a twin, and before you ask, his brother is serving his mission in Leads.)  His father however is not a member, and is not very supportive of the mission.

That's everyone in his family.

I haven't asked him if he knows President Uchtdorf yet, but I tend to think that just because you live in Germany doesn't mean you know everyone that lives in Germany.  By your same logic, I should personally know the Prophet, I think.

He kind of sounds like President Uchtdorf.  Mostly because they both have a German accent.  Elder Wrenger's is a bit more German than Pres. Uchtdorf's though.  Elder Wrenger sounds more like Arnold Schwarzenager. Okay, maybe not that deep, but you get the picture I hope.

He's got a sense of humor (humor.) but, not a really huge one.  He's very German.  Is that stereotyping? Oh well. It's not a bad thing, he's just a semi-serious guy.  He tries to have a sense of humor.  It mostly consists of him asking me if somebody noticed how big he is.  I generally tell him that he's a little too chunky for people to notice his muscles.

I don't think he's nervous to be out here, but his testimony isn't the strongest either.. But nobody's is when they get out here I think.  The mission changes that pretty quickly, or scares them so much that they go home.  He's not going to go home though.  At least I don't think he will.  He's not really scared of the work, but he is very comfortable with me doing everything.  So I make him knock on doors and talk to people on the street.  It builds character.  Especially the drunk atheists, they're character builders for sure.

Sister Rasmussen must only send the pictures to the Greenie's mom.  I'll include in my letter to President that you would enjoy getting that picture.  I don't have a picture of us, because, again, my camera is broken.  I found a place that will repair it, but it's a little ways away, so, eventually we'll get there, but I'm not promising pictures for a while. Sorry Momma.

He's about 6'5'' I think.  He says 195 cm.  I think that came out at like six and a half feet.  Something like that.

Elder Houghton went a little tiny train ride north.  He's in Coventry, but he's texted me a few times in the past week, and apparently he's in the slums of Coventry.  That'll be really good for him.  Although, he's buying pepper spray today, so it must be a little dodgy there.

I know how to clean. You drilled that into me pretty well. And we're minus a dishwasher out here, so I do my fair share.  Cherish that machine.

He's not a sports guy like me.  He only likes lifting.  I really haven't figured that out yet... I've been asking him why he lifts if he doesn't like to do anything with it.  He hasn't given me a real answer yet.  "It's just something that I do."  That's about it.  He also eats very healthy.. I don't.  I mean, I'm not all junk food all the time, but I appreciate a good slathering of Nutella on my banana.

Right, now I get why you sent me on my mission.  You just want hook-ups in other countries.  Well.. I've already got hook-ups in Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, Nigeria, Ireland, Scotland, England, Germany, Denmark, and a whole bunch of other places, especially all over the States.  Including Alaska. And I'm going to take full advantage of the one in Alaska.  I think it would be really cool to go up for the Summer after I get back and fish for a living up there.  That would be rad, and I know who to call and where to get a job already, not to mention that one of my best friends is serving up there right now.  So.. I think I want to work in Alaska.

Yes, I'm crazy.

I haven't gotten to see Simon and Mila since my last email, because this week has been crazy with transfers and everything.  But on the investigator scene, we've dropped Rahjeev, cause he didn't know he was investigating the church, and now he doesn't really talk to us when we see him.  Patrick is still coming to church, and I'm convinced that he knows it's all true, he just likes to make excuses so he doesn't have to make any real commitments.  The best news of the week is Michele though.  You asked if she's been to church, and she has.  Twice. But this last friday night, we taught her the Word of Wisdom, Following the Prophet, and then... drum roll.. we committed her to be baptized on the 12th of October.  How great is that?!?  She's so solid, and the Lord has prepared her sooo stinkin well.  We didn't have to do hardly anything.  Heavenly Father really is looking out for us.  It's so amazing.  No one new this week, though.  Not much time to find.  Which is a nice change to having too much time to find.  But I hope by next week I'll be able to tell you about some new investigators. Oh, and yes. Michele with one L.  She told us that she thinks somebody typed it wrong on her birth certificate, but that her parents just went with it.

I can't really get my pants fixed.  My trousers, however, I'm working on that.  I don't get a ton of time as a missionary to worry about that.  However, new pants wouldn't hurt.  I'm not really sure how to get them here, though.

I know you are my mother. I could never forget.

I don't have a ton of time, but I'm glad about the rednecks.  Is our house even going to look sort of the same when I get back?  Also, if you want so many pictures, please send me some.  I'm glad about KSL, and the mexicans, and all that. 

I'm proud of Brooke, but I hope she kicked him really good, where it counts.  But no, I really haven't seen Brooke blow up.  I didn't really know that could happen to be honest.

I hope everything goes really really well with Laura.  She deserves it.

I love you Mom!

Have a great week!