Thursday, December 19, 2013

This Is My Life

Welcome to my territory.

I live alone now and as I suspected, I have begun talking to myself.
Amy had to go home for a bit to attend a wedding, so it's just been me and the cats. 

And the cockroaches.
Oh, and a mouse.
Hey, it's a party up in here!

My bathroom has been surprising me lately. This girl talks a lot about her bathroom, you say? I know. I'm appalled as well. Before Thailand, bathrooms were never a big deal. But now...

Ok, so a cockroach lives in my sink. He only comes out at night. And out of the kindness of his heart, he only sticks his antennae out at me. Either out of the overflow hole or sometimes out from under the rim of the sink. Just waving his little antennae at me, inches away. Same spot every night. Broadcasting who knows what.
Anyways, he has a buddy that lives on the door. So when I open the door, I hear an awful scuffling in the dark and I duck to make sure he doesn't get excited and fall on my head or anything. He's always shocked that I open the door, really he should know by now. Anyways, to remove this nightly scuffle, i've started leaving the door open. Also, breaking news. One of them now likes the soap.

The other day after service I was taking a much needed and relaxing shower when I happened to glance down and see something coming out of the drain. Something ALIVE. Things come out of the drain sometimes but this was the first time it had been alive. A long thin body eeked its way out... to my absolute horror I discovered it was a millipede. And it should have been drowning. (because my shower always floods, the drain is the worst drain in the world) But it wasn't! This little monster could breathe UNDERWATER. I couldn't help myself,  I had to watch his every move for the remainder of my no longer peaceful shower.

But what about that mouse?

I was cleaning the bathroom. I picked up the trash can and saw that a piece of trash had fallen on the ground behind it. Oh wait. That's not trash. That's a rat.
Shut the door. Think.

I have cats!! Yay!! I grabbed the nearest cat, shoved it in the bathroom and shut the door. I listened hopefully for the sounds of a live action Tom and Jerry play being reinacted in my home. But all was quiet. I opened the door. My dainty little girl looked up at me with wide eyes.
I put her almost on top of the mouse. Now keep in mind, this girl is a cockroach and lizard ASSASSIN. She leaves a trail of carnage behind her. So I could rightfully assume this was a good idea.
It wasn't. I removed her.
Thinking again. Grabbing tupperware and cutting board....
Yeah. I caught that ratmouse before it could run up my pants. (I have it on good authority that rats do this.) Then I sort of bleached the whole bathroom.

Text Messages

A Bible student cancelled a study because she was sick. She did it by text message. I understood the first part but had to Google the rest. This is the answer I got: "Sorry, I didn't go to work today. I have stomach ache for two days and plant diseases. See you next week!"
Plant diseases? Turns out she misspelled something like "i'm weak with hunger" and it quickly turned sour. I'm glad it was just a typo. Because I was momentarily starting to wonder just what kind of diseases a girl could get from the plants here.

But she's not the only one who can't spell! Another Bible student asked me to pick her up for meeting and I had to have Cut help me respond. So then I wrote, "Sure! Meet your butt later!" This is why you must double check. ALWAYS.
Study prep!

Last week I had to teach a Bible student about 1914, that segment in the back of the Bible Teach book, in Thai! And she had a question!! She did the math and ASKED, "Shouldn't the answer be 1913?" So then I had to explain the no zero year, and the fact that it happened in October of 607 so 1/4 of the year + 3/4 of the year in 1914...
In the end we all looked at each other like, "Well... that kinda makes sense. I guess." But chalk any of it making sense up to the holy spirit. A year ago, this girl was Buddhist. Then a foreigner wanders in and starts baby talking to her every week. Flash forward one year: she's dissecting Bible prophecy. Holy spirit.

Cut is doing amazing by the way. She's my REAL pioneer partner now!! She auxilliary pioneered right out of the pool practically. She was worried about meeting the hour requirement. But she beat it of course :)

You gotta try a witness parade one day. You MUST.

Some Convention Highlights
Experience: An ex-Olympian gymnast was interviewed! After he won the silver medal, he found the glory was short lived. Friends who used to support and flatter him, disappeared. Friends actually stole and sold his medals for alcohol! Two times he overdosed and have to be saved by doctors. He also spent four years in prison. Think about THAT, the next time you watch the Olympics!! Not such a great life for Olympians. All sacrifice before, all disappointment after. Of course now that he’s found the truth, he is happy. Now serving in Thailand.

Brother Noumair called this a family reunion of full-time servants and told us he was so glad we could spend this time together as a family. The governing body has respect for need greaters. We are the spark plugs of Southeast Asia. “You are the ones we need to keep strong,” he said. It’s a battlefield out there. No wonder we come home exhausted. It’s because we're fighting the teachings of the demons. 

GO outside and get a Bible study. The people will teach you the language. Every single person is your teacher.

The intellectual approach will not bring any people into the truth. Live the truth. Don’t be impatient. Show them you love the father. Let your eyes show that. I LOVE THE FATHER!! If you don’t show them, your studies will shut down. Brother Noumair admitted he shut many studies down this was when he was a missionary and he wished he knew then what he knows now. 

Never say “it seems right” and then point to a few isolated cases of when it worked. True story of a man with OCD who showered hundreds of times a day. He couldn’t take it anymore. He put a gun in his mouth and tried to commit suicide. Instead of dying, he shot out the portion of his brain that caused his disorder. He survived and went on to attend a university. But would you recommend “bullet therapy” as a solution for someone else??

About the new tracts! When we put a tract in their hand, Jehovah has just obligated that person to use their gift of free will. They must choose the world or the kingdom. You’ve done your job just by handing it to them. 
(Now after I hand them a tract, I whisper, “Choose wisely…”)

This little cutie took a seat next to me right as the program started. A sister had invited his family to attend the convention that morning at breakfast. He was the only one that came. He sat down next to me and said, "I want to learn about God!" I gave him the tracts which he immediately began using like a workbook, checking off his answer to the question on the front. I showed him god's name in the Bible but he knew it already. So I asked if he had any questions he wanted answered. He had 3 which he numbered for me:
1. When will I see you (yehova)?
2. When are you gotta destroyd Lucifer?
3. When am I got a go to heaven?

I did my best to answer them simply with a few scriptures. He couldn't stay long but before he left he got my email and a YPA book. He was only ten years old! Kids these days...

What am I looking at?

You may be asking yourself that question right now. I'll tell you. Asians are obsessed with being white. Maybe even more than we are obsessed with being tan. And their obsession is usually a bit safer than ours since it means they are incredibly careful about protecting themselves from the sun. However, some take the whitening thing too far. Here is one example.

This is for whitening your underarms.

Can you imagine?? Did you ever feel worried about the shade of your underarms? EVER? The commercials for it are preposterous too. It's always some perfect little girl riding the subway, too ashamed to raise her bedarkened arm to hold on to the rail... But she needn't worry. With a little help from some Extra Whitening Deodorant, she can transform from hideous monster into confident bleached she-hero in no time...

I only go on this rant because most of the labels on the deodorants are only in Thai, thus it takes me  f o r e v e r
to guess which one WON'T bleach my underarms. There are usually only a few! I REALLY don't want to accidentally buy this stuff. Anyways, thanks for making buying deodorant scary, Thailand.

Sarah and her sister Abby
Sez Kapow

Enjoy reading about Thailand? You should hear about life in CAMBODIA. And I know just the person you should hear about it from. Sarah! I heard about her blog from some friends. Became an instant fan. Then I actually got to meet her at convention this year! Let me just say, we've got some super fun people here in Southeast Asia. So what experiences can you expect from Sez? Well, how bout that time she got caught in a poop flood coming home from meeting? That's a good one. I only recently got caught in one of those myself. But i'll let her tell you about it. So check it out! It has cartoons!!

Serving in Phnom Penh, Cambodia

Pop Quiz: What do you do when your tire blows late at night? 

Find a mechanic? 
WRONG. All the ones nearby are closed. 

Ask that lady making fried hot dogs on the corner for help? 
WRONG. You don't know how to say tire. Or exploded. And your sad puppy dog face is questionable. 

Walk it home? 
Nuh-uh. Too far babycakes. 

Give up? I did too. Then I called a dear, DEAR brother and sister (Joe & Fa) who always bail me out of crisis situations. They came and told me that you can get a motorcycle taxi* guy to fix it! That's right. Those annoyingly everywhere taxi guys always honking and beeping and yelling, "TAXI! Taxi Madame!!" Well, normally I only shake my head "NO" at them but now I find out that they are my knights in shining armor. So for anyone who may drive a scooter in Thailand in the near future: A motorcycle taxi will either GRAB a mechanic and bring him back to you or fix a tire right there on the spot! That's what happened to me. Cost me $6. Not too bad.

* you can tell they're a motorcycle taxi if they have on a vest and helmet

OK I think that's about all for now, other than the fact that I just ate a pineapple so good it made me WEEP. Next up, I have my first international convention to look forward to! Mom and dad are coming to visit in about 10 days and we will begin a whirlwind tour of Thailand, pop over to Myanmar and then i'm homeward bound. Is this my life? It's hard to believe sometimes. Pretty hard to believe. 

Picture Time

Me, Carlee, Amy, Janelle: Joyous.

Shawn with his Bible student Roger at convention.
I always look forward to Roger's original and heartfelt comments at the meetings.

Carlee, Zina, Me, Cut, Amy: After Cut's Baptism!

Floating Market in Bangkok

All the power lines are this sketchy. And that electrical box was just open.

Only one more month in Thailand???? Sad but true.

Oh and Glen and Janelle made a video that everyone should see. I love them!! And the guy laughing like a maniac at the end? He's laughing at me. Because I just smashed my head into a TV. 
It's a long story. 

Just watch the video... 

Monday, November 11, 2013

In the Land of Smiles

Hey everybody! I have things to write, but no time to write them!
Will update for real soon.

But I DO have something for you. 

Couldn't fit all the awesomeness in one video, so there's two.

 I hope these stories are inspiring you and motivating you onto your next goal, whatever that may be. And when you get there, tell me about it!! 

In the meantime, thank you for reading.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Weirdly Normal

Nong Nooch gardens

Well, it's a new service year!

For me, like so many of you, August was completely maxed out and exhausting. But then comes September. September is a beautiful month. So beautiful in fact, that I don't really have anything to say about it. Which disturbed me a little until I realized what had really happened.


It does not take long to get used to Thailand. What seems so awkward and bizarre to navigate at first, soon becomes commonplace.  Four people on a scooter worries me not. Neither do dirty little carts meandering through traffic with rows of dried squid swinging from them. Sparks shooting out of the sockets? No big deal. Cockroaches? They fear me. Or they should. But none of them ever live long enough to talk about it. So that's it. I've adjusted. It's normal. Adventure over.

Just kidding. Let's talk a minute about the driving.

If you knew me before Thailand, you knew I had a habit of comparing everything to Disneyland. Now, there is nothing  o v e r t l y  Thai about Disney. But there is one very Thai thing that Disney has put to good use in all their parks.

The driving.

You can see the safety laws are rigorous. Their families live on the job
in those metal shacks. So little kids are a regular part of construction sites. 
You know when you're on one of those funhouse rides, like Mr. Toad's for instance, and things are jumping out at you from all sides, you're dodging them erratically, lurching forward, slamming on breaks, looking like you're about to crash... Well, that's basically a trip to the grocery store here.

It occurred to me the other day as I was weaving around oblivious cars that had suddenly pulled out in front of me, that it all felt oddly familiar. And not just because it happens every day. That's when I flashed back to the hundreds or so of rides I had been on and it clicked! Someone at Disney rode a scooter in Thailand and enjoyed it so much that they decided to bring it to the masses. I'm sure of it. But you know what? The scooter is way better. As long as I don't actually end up in the hospital.

So far I am scar free and looking to keep it that way. To stay scar free, you develop this sharp sense of awareness of what's going on 360 degrees around you at all times. I like to float through life paying attention to as little as possible so this was a bit of a sacrifice for me. A necessary evil when busses, taxis, carts and maniacs can be coming at you from all sides. You just weave. And there's enough hills, valleys, speed bumps and potholes to transform any normal drive into a rollercoaster. It's like my entire life is a ride at Disney now. Except cheaper.

Can you find the sleeping man? This is his roadside hut he built in front of a nice hotel. I think he's a motorcycle taxi man. It's across the street from my Bible student and every time we come, this is what he looks like. 

This awareness is taking on a weird side effect. Because everybody is everywhere. They don't stick to lanes. They don't even stick to sides of the road. If they want to drive straight at you in a brief game of chicken, they will. There's all kinds of pedestrians and dogs in traffic as well. But I understand the pedestrians because there are no sidewalks. So they have to make their way through traffic. But all of this sharing the road makes me get confused about my identity sometime. It's happened to me several times now that when walking down the road, I decide I need to cross the street and subsequently look down to check my mirrors before I merge. And i'm thinking, where are my mirrors?? I can't see my mirrors!! I blame it on my hair for half a second until I realize... oh wait. I'm a human right now. Not a scooter. I'm a human behaving like a scooter because i'm in the middle of the street and there's cars everywhere. It's just a habit wanting to know what's happening behind and in front of me simultaneously. I'm considering inventing mirror bracelets.

The other day on a study, a Bible student was venting about the driving. This is something I can identify with. I chimed in trying to be sympathetic. In Thai I said, "YES! Every time I drive, I pray to God to give me wisdom." Which is true, this is a popular prayer with me.
However, that's not what I said. This is what I said.
"YES! Every time I drive, I pray to God to give me problems."
She looked at me strangely for a moment. Then they realized I meant banya instead of banha and we were all glad that I pray in English and not Thai. No need to get greedy asking for traffic problems. There's enough to go around.

This is my favorite Thai food, Nam Tok. It's a spicy pork salad with mint and garlic that you eat with sticky rice and vegetables. The lady I buy it from is a lady of few words. I say, "Hello!" she says, "What do you want?" But last night, she FINALLY chuckled as she handed me my beautiful bag of takeaway and said,
"You sure do like that Nam Tok there, don't cha?" Or the Thai equivalent. YEP!!
Another weird Thai custom. So when you want to say that someone is really something, you put "poop" in front of the something. What now hey? Yes, you read that right. For example, let's say you wanted to tell me I was lazy. You wouldn't just call me lazy, you would call me pooplazy. Maybe i've noticed someone is stingy. The word for stingy actually means sticky. Like the money is sticking to your hands because you have such a hard time letting go of it. But then you throw the word poop in there for good measure. So calling someone stingy is actually saying, "You're a stickypoo." I don't know why. But both of our cats were given these Thai names that mean Bossypoo and Playfulpoo. Now that I know what their names really mean, I call them the Poop Cats. It's pretty fitting actually. I don't know where this whole thing came from but it's real. It's not slang. It's just what they say. And while we're on the subject. If you're a gentleman and you want to be polite, you end all your sentences with "Crap." You can't make this stuff up!!

But things really are getting normal. I've got a job, thanks to some friends back home. I finally painted some things in my house. Paint is terribly normal for me. Several visitors have brought wine, chocolate and cheese. Those things would have made me feel normal before, but now they make me feel like a princess. Which is cool. Because at first you feel like you're holding on to your sanity by a thread, trying not to freak out about a million different things. Every day brings a new challenge. And you get into this survival mode. The heat, the bugs, the sunburns, the stomach upsets, the language, the religion...You just take it one battle at a time and muscle through. And pray and pray and pray. But then you get the hang of it. You come out of survival mode, and it's just home. It's a foreign home. It's still demanding. It's still amazing.


But you GET IT.

And sometimes, I just drive down the road smiling. Seriously. No reason. Just happy.

Well, there is a reason...
It reminds me of something that impacted me from the Bible reading.

2 Corinthians 8:9
"Though he was rich, he became poor for your sakes."

It's been said before that Jesus was the greatest Need Greater. It's true. No one has taken a dip in privilege or station like Jesus. No one has had to simplify their teaching to make it understandable like Jesus. Adjust to a new lifestyle, a new LIFEFORM. Become a baby, literally, not just metaphorically as in learning a language. And on and on. The greatest. The Master Worker becoming a poor nobody. For us. And if this is the lifestyle that the Son of God chose, it makes me feel happy that we can imitate him in our own small way just to be a part of this work that he was so passionate about. What we give up is miniscule in comparison. We're a bit poor, but only materially! So for anyone thinking about need greating, just look again at verse 10.

"YOU initiated...the wanting to do; now, then, finish up also the doing of it."

That's all! Doesn't it sound so easy? Paul is a great motivator. You can't argue with a guy that's been shipwrecked. We have to continue the pattern that's been set for us. Of courage. Of trust in Jehovah. Of love for fellow man. It's not about experience or toughness or worthiness. It's about that fantastic word in verse 12: readiness.

Are you ready?

For now, i'll leave you with some of the faces and places I love!!!

Amy and Noi,  her Bible student

Thai cultural show

Some of the animals were real at Nong Nooch.
Some weren't.


From our very own fish pond. A sister later told me I could make a sleepy time tea from this lotus. But the thought of boiling such a lovely flower wasn't too appealing. Plus, I don't really have a problem getting to sleep here...

Look at how happy we are
to be starting the new service year with croissants!

Breakfast at the nicest spot in town,  La Baguette.
So we took a lot of pictures.
Mostly because we weren't sweaty for once.

Friday, September 27, 2013

Joy + Happiness

I'm working on a post.
But in the meantime, this is a video of the last month. 

Blogger couldn't handle it. Watch it on Vimeo!!

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Hot Showers

My intention was simply to capture the fact that there were NINE of us on this tiny street, but by the time I backed up to take the shot there was a lot more than just preaching going on.


Its true. 

A lovely Japanese sister gave us a wonderful little box. 
A lovely Thai brother installed that little box. 
And now glorious hot water rains down upon us, even from the midst of our tiny ghetto bathroom. 
Modern day miracle. 
It's taking me longer to get ready now though. Cold water isn't very inviting. You spend as little time as possible with it. But now I sort of hang out in the bathroom and forget to leave. Ah well. 

 What did I do today?

I got up. Took a gloriously hot shower. Drank stupid powdered coffee. Got ready for meeting. Pretty normal. 
Until it got spectacular. 
It got spectacular when I went to pick up my Bible student for meeting. 
Not only is she the first of my Thai Bible students, but she's the first one that came to meeting too! I've been inviting her for a while but every time I asked, she smiled shyly and looked down. I thought she was scared. 
So I finally brought the brochure to show her what went on at our mysterious meetings. 
"I'm not scared!" she said, "I just don't have a car! I can only go 50 meters in any direction!" 
While this may have been a slight exaggeration, she still accepted a ride to meeting. Snap back to present day. She didn't forget our plans and she didn't cancel either. She prepared her Watchtower and she raised her hand for 3 paragraphs, finally getting called on the third time. I tried to film it but I was too giddy and pressed the wrong button. Bleh. Boy, was I a proud mom! Of course, Poweena or Cut do most of the explaining on our studies because Ning doesn't speak much English. But it's very sweet of them to still call Ning "Lexi's" student. 

We went out to lunch after. That's me with 3 Bible students. They got along swimmingly. After giggling in the car for forever, Cut dropped everyone off. Cut helped 3 people with comments today, and still managed to participate herself. She then tried to study with two of her students who turned out to be busy. Then we sat in a cafe and composed a letter together for another promising Bible student who had just sent a crushing email cancelling her study. After all this activity, Cut uttered a dissatisfied sigh. "What am I going to do with the rest of my day? It's like I took the day off from Jehovah." I looked at her in disbelief. She felt she hadn't done enough?! 
Cut is a more like a pioneer partner and less like a Bible student. 
She totally gives my zeal a boost and is one of my favorite things about Thailand.

Anyway, for obvious reasons, today was awesome.

The famous Cut, me, Goi and Ning!

You might think it was hard to get the kids to sit like this but... they did it automatically. When the little girl on the left sees Cut, she screams with delight and drops what she's doing to run and tell the other kids. The kids stream out of all their hiding places by bike or on foot, hop on that thing and grab a brochure. Let the learnin' begin.

Somehow I managed to be on the other
side of the house while Jeehu was
witnessing to this guy.
Not that you can see him or anything.

Another story from Korean prison. 

We have a new brother, Jeehu, with us from Korea. I asked him about prison life and this is the first story he told me.
Some brothers were in cells full of mostly fellow witnesses. Jeehu was not. Sometimes he was in a cell with 15 people, and only a few of them were witnesses. He said he could hear the other brothers laughing and talking in their cells but in his, you kept to yourself and read quietly. One day, he got a letter from a sister. The other cell mates saw it and made him read it out loud to them. Weird, but true. It gets worse. He complied but apparently he didn't read it with enough feeling so at lunch they came over and hit him on the head for being a boring reader. Come on! I think maybe only in Korea could you get bullied for not having enough pitch, pace and power. Also in their cells the toilet is just out in the open so no one can hide in the bathroom and kill themselves or somebody else. The things our brothers are enduring...

But we're happy to have Jeehu with us!

Jeehu and Glen with our breakfast popsicles.

The Care Bears are real and I have their Bible.

Let me tell you a Bible story.

See here, we all use Bible cases. One reason will be explained later as I show you how we have to disassemble and reconstruct our Bibles which makes them a bit unwieldy. But also, they just plain get dirty and destroyed. So the case is a witness necessity. It's taken me 7 months to get a complete Bible/case. That was probably my fault but anyways. I finally got a shiny black one. Ok.
Then i'm on a call with Jeehu and I see him pull out...hearts and hearts and... MORE hearts! On the inside it gets better: there are flowers! I think to myself, it must be a Korean thing. Because most guys would cringe feeling the testosterone draining out of their fingertips as they flipped through the scriptures. Plus in Thailand, a guy using this kind of Bible could really give the wrong idea. But maybe in' I carefully broached the subject. Did his Bible? He told me an old sister made it for him. (WHAT was she thinking?!?) Did he...uh...want a different case?
Yes. Oh my yes.
So we traded. He can now be a real man and I can be, goodness, well I can certainly feel a bit more humanitarian.


I was driving to meeting the other night when I got pelted in the face by a suicidal bug. No big deal. Then I got one on the forehead. Then one on the other cheek. About 12 bugs later I realized I was driving through some kind of swarm and I started to get worried. But no need to worry because the worst already happened! One made it in my eye.
All the way in.
I drove the rest of the way to meeting with one eye squinted all up, Popeye style, hoping the bug wasn't crawling around in my head or anything. After a quick trip to the bathroom i'm preeetty sure I got all the pieces out. I'm much better about remembering my night goggles now.

 A little bit later, I was at the meeting checking my answer on Google translate to see if everything was peachy. I put the phone down on my lap and looked around for someone to check what I had written.

Three foreigners speaking Thai and two Thais translating
for the deaf.
Well, there's a sweet little button that when pushed, reads the translation out loud for you. Apparently my lap found the button. Because then, blaring out of the middle of a previously normal meeting came an automated Thai voice reading my comment for me!! Nope, couldn't turn it off in time. Thanks technology!! Why are there no seats big enough to crawl under?

Then a cute little Russian girl came in late and very shyly sat next to me. She waited a minute in confusion then asked what meeting this was. I knew she was looking for the Russian group. I pointed to the back room. She pointed to her shirt and asked me something. I'm like, oh boy, this chick doesn't understand me. So I smiled indulgently and waved for her to follow me. I got up, walked to the back, pointed to the door and made her go in. I walked away feeling like a good samaritan and sat back down. Then my good samaritan feeling started to melt. I turned half consciously to Amy who was shaking her head and mouthing "That's not Russian." I looked around and Amy wasn't the only one who was giving me the 'What'd you do that for?' face.

OH YEAH. Sometimes the Russian group meets back there and  S O M E T I M E S  the sign language group does. Guess which day this was? Good samaritan feeling completely gone now, replaced by idiot moron agony. But then I realized that most of our local Russians would be in that room anyway, so she would probably find a buddy and understand some part of the meeting and survive. Meetings are rough!!

Making a Bible.
On the left we have our complete Bible, printed (but not translated) by us and on the right we have the Greek scriptures both printed and translated by the brothers.

So what you're gonna wanna do is rip out that old, outdated and difficult to understand translation of the Christian Greek scriptures piece by piece. Careful now.

Hey look, the pages are back in! JK, I forgot to say you can remove the cover.
Who needs two covers on a Bible? That's just greedy.

Glue that new translation into the void that that the old translation left and you now have something that you can slip into a pretty little case with 500 hearts on it. Yaaaaaaaayyyy!!!!

Random News

The first ever BSCC for Thailand will be held this November.

Amy's friends the Westbys gave a talk at our hall. They used to serve at Bethel. He worked with cattle. That's right, he was a COWBOY at Bethel!! I never picture that job when I think of what goes on at headquarters. They have since graduated from Gilead and been assigned to Thailand. There have only been two couples invited from America to attend Gilead since the new arrangement started and the Westbys are one of them.
It was great to have beer and pizza with missionaries!!

A sister I go on studies with every Tuesday, Poweena, has awesome studies. One of them plays kingdom melodies for us while we study at her office. At meeting, Poweena usually has between 3 and 5 students with her including two adorable boys, one of who already wants to be an elder.

We just figured out thay almost all of our elders serve in two languages. 
Whether it's Thai/English, Thai/Sign Language or English/Russian, it's all amazing.

I just ran out of sticky notes!!

The other day I wasn't well in the morning so I met up with the group mid morning. I had a general idea of where they were but still I had to wander to find them. A lady saw me and said, "I know where your friends are. Come with me," and she motioned to her bike. I hesitated but she seemed real confident so I got on and subsequently got dropped off smack in the middle of my group. Much to their surprise.
Thai people are swell.

Study has gotten out of control. The other day I had to write a talk, study for the school and service meeting and prepare a lesson in Thai on THE RANSOM. So when you think of Amy and I, think of us buried under books, papers and laptops, squinting into the warm glow of our florescent lights deep into the night. And LOVING IT.

This one was great. The very next one the very next day had about 6 wriggling little travellers inside it, hiding out in various locations. Couldn't salvage it. Also haven't been able to eat one since.

Dragonfruit, u so weird.

This blog brought to you by cookies. The milk here is delicious.

OK, that's all folks.