Wow. Time is flying by, I don't even remember what happened this 

week. Let's see - we went on exchanges Tuesday, went down to Winona 

on Wednesday and Thursday (Thursday I was in West Plains on an 

exchange), Friday we spent planning for the week and working around 

Huston, and Saturday we went up to Licking and worked all day. Sunday 

we went out to Raymondville to work.

Only Jennifer Rackley came to church this week. We were expecting 

cora Blair, a member referral, and James Rector, who we talked to 

last Sunday, to go to Sacrament Meeting in Winona. James Rector and 

his fiance were talking about looking for a church to attend, and 

James hadn't been to church in 10 years. I wasn't there to teach Cora 

Blair (which was on Thursday).

Huston is progressing slowly. We've got some more contacts and 

investigators, but not much. We talked to a girl named Veronica 

outside of a pizza place that her family runs in Licking on Saturday, 

but she had to help out her mom before we were finished. We left her 

with a Book of Mormon, and we'll be trying to get a hold of her this 

week. We also talked to a guy named David Shelby, who apparently is a 

druid, and had a bunch of interesting religious stories and such. He 

reminds me a bit of those people that try to get all religions and 

make them merge somehow. It makes me think of "looking beyond the 

mark." A bit wierd, but he was interested in checking things out, so 

we'll see what he has to say with our next lesson. According to what 

he was saying, the Book of Mormon fills in a lot of gaps in his 

religion. I dunno.

We were unable to set a date with Jennifer Rackley. She wanted to 

delay her baptism for a while, but I feel that she is ready. I simply 

suggested that she pray and ask her Father in Heaven what she should 

do, since baptism is a covenant-making ordinance between one and 

their Father in Heaven, and I'm not really all that involved in the 

covenants. He knows what she needs better than I do. We told her to 

give us a call when she reached a decision.

We were able to teach a few people in Winona this last week. We have 

three people we need to go talk to When we go back next week (we're 

not going this week - logistical problems). I'm going on a two-day 

exchange this week (Tuesday and Wednesday), and Thursday we have 

interviews with President Seal. I feel pretty busy, and am amazed 

that this transfer is already half over. I feel like I've only been 

here a week!

Thanks to Grandma and Grandpa for the package. I've been craving some 

3 Musketeers, but I'm too cheap to buy them. Luckily, we get fed out 

here quite a bit, so I might be able to start buying some more 

expensive, healthier grocery items, such as orange juice or 

something. I might get some Simply Lemonade or something. Maybe I'll 

just buy some Pilsbury chocolate-chip cookie dough.

I think I've gained a bit of weight. On the scale in the bathroom, it 

says I weight 190. We'll see when I get back to Springdale. I still 

haven't recieved my salsa recipies. :-(

Today we were cleaning behind the stove, and found quite a bit of 

stuff. Some large plastic jacks, a couple cartons of cigarrettes, and 

a small bottle of some green spice or something. The first thing that 

came to my mind was oregano, but Elder Hause thinks it might be 

marajuana. We're going to take it to the police department and find 

out what it is. I've never actually seen marajuana, so I dunno.

It's suitcoat season. Luckily, it's only for four months. It looks 

like my missionary mall suit is a bit discolored. I'm going to print 

off some pictures and see if they'll send me out a new coat and a new 

pair of pants (two-year gauruntee, baby!). My shoes are doing okay. I 

don't wear my Rockports anymore--they ended up wearing out kinda 

weird.

I think that's all I have for this week. Hopefully I'll have more 

excitement this week that Dad can enjoy in a letter. I will tell you 

that down in West Plains (two companionships share an apartment), 

Elder Hause started a "hot pepper brotherhood." They asked me if I 

wanted to join it. I refused. They also have a foolish tradition of: 

the last person to touch their elbow says the prayer. I refuse to 

play their games. I dunno if that's humorous or not, but to me, I 

feel like I'm "sticking it to the man," in my own little way. But, 

there's not much excitement that can happen in a small town. How much 

excitement happens in Wellington?

See ya next week!