You know, I have just about figured it out, if you ask questions, you get answers. If you give an idea, you get a story. So read on and enjoy a couple of stories...
2/18/08
well, i had a nice long email ty
i pologize in advance, the left half of the keboard doesn't work real well today, the AWSEDRXY keys are on the fritz and somtimes don't work...
well, ounds like you have all been playing in the snow :) we woke up the other morning to some snow and were a little bumme, becaue bikes and snow are't the best combination... but it all worked out :)
as it turns out, i get to go on exchanges every weekfor the rest of the transfer, becasue elder johnson is the district leader and he has to go on exchanges with everyone once in the transfer, nd our dstrict is fairly big... but ti'll be fun. i went on one exchange on friday night and saturday morning, and the details follow:
so i went with elder Berrio to ebrecen to stay and Olmstead went with Johnson to böszörmény... well it was freezing cold those two day and still is! but it was also way windy. now in debrecen, on cold day you can just tract the old communist 1o storey buildings and it is fairly warm, so that' what me and Berrio did. haha olmtead and johnson were not so fortunate, there isn't a building over four stories tall for o kilometers around börzörmény :) so they tracted családi (family) houses on their exchange in the freezing temp and wind!
one experience they had, they were going along and it was about 1 - 1 1/2 hours into trating and they are already cold and miserable and the were on the last street before they were going home to eat and warm up... note that when you are trating it' not bad when you are walking form house to house moving round a little bit, ou stay a little warmer, it's when you are stopped that it really starts to be cold... keep that in mind: well, they ring this one house and an old bácsi comes out... (bácsi is an old man) and he starts to talk to them... well, 2o minutes later, johnson looks at olmtead and his face is white and his lips are turning that purple color... another 5 minutes go by and the bácsi is still talking, he finally paues and says "hey, ain't you guys cold!?" now olmstead hadn't said anything up til now, becaue it's all in hungarian and he didn't understand it... but he pipes up when he heard that and said "Kicsit!" which means " a little" and the old man says " well shoot, come on in!" and so they went in and taught a lesson! :) haha we laughed oevr that :)
well, i have to inform you of another xperience that brought back costa rica memories :) you're probably thinking "oh no, bugs!" haha you!re absolutlety right! and it's only february and they're starting to creep out!
well, one day i wa ion the room where i keep my suitcases and clothes and uch and i spied a rather good szed bug creeping t me from the drapes or curtains and i wasn't in the mood for an adventure, o i was the nice guy and just let him ty there, fter all he hadn't harmed me.. yet... and so i let him stay there and chill...
HA! well! ee if i do that again! o when i come home at night, i uually take off my sunday shirt and lay it on my uitcase in case i wear it the next day, it is handy to grab. well, i was getting ready toda and i didn't need my sunday shirt, but i was looking in my suitcase and POOF!!! there the bug appeared on my white unday shirt, facing me and creeping at me with his little antennaes! i jumped so high that johnson heard me thud when i landed, and he asked, "everything ok?" well, that was one trike too many for this little critter! i grabbed a zsebkendo (hungarian kleenex) and i decided to take care of this problem. well, in my experience as an exterminator, i hve quihed my fair share of spiders and bugs, and everyone ele that has done thi alot, you know exactly what i mean: the squish factor. when you graba a bug for the first time tio quish it, you feel it in the kleenex and you can tell how it will squish.... well, thi one wa no different, i nagged him off m hirt, careful not to do it ON my shirt nd when i grabbed him, he had a really hard shell, and that mean a big squish-plosion meaning not a clean pop, but a messy one... well, i had jut howered o i didn't want to get any "dirties on me" so i refrained from killing the bug and took him outside and let him go.
now mom, this next story will douse all our thoughts of good kid i am :) well, i foun a cockroach looking bug above my bed, and if there i one thing that i don't like, it' bugs by my bed, becasue they always end up IN your bed, take the other bug for example, i left him alone and he jumped on my shirt! so i decied, he has to go. i grab the kleenex and he was a ral quisher, surprisingly nd he smeared all over the wall... ewww, i know... and i being the kid i am (and also i was too lazy to go get ome water from the kithen...), left the smear up there for all th other bugs to see, as a warning sign that means "stay away from my bed", so to this day there i a big 2 X 2 smear on the wall above my bed :)
well, not much to report thi week, it is a little weird having bug experiences o early in the year, but oh well :) also, bware of hort fence when tracting in hungary, becaue that does not determine the size of the dog behind it!!! we went up to thi little nice house with a little 3 1/2 foot fence and we csengo the bell (ring the bell) and here comes beethoven!! the huge beethoven type of dog! his head, when on all fours, went over the fence. i instinctively jumped behind johnson and he jut laughed at me, till the dog jumped up and put his front paws on the gate! then he jumped back too!
oh the adventures,
well, i bet be off, love ya tons and thank you!
gufin elder
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