Hello Family (and friends if this is going up on the blog),
Everything is great in California. I'm so glad to be here! It is hard. Just putting that out there. The hardest transition is going from the MTC where you are sitting in a desk for 12 hours/day (that means "12 hours PER day" for those of you who aren't especially mathematically inclined), to working 3 hours at home before going out and working 10 hours (and when I say 10 hours, it means ALL 10 hours). We bike everywhere although we have a car in our area. We share this car with the English missionaries who love to use it with GUSTO. Just kidding, but seriously! Anyway, so I am the designated driver in my companionship. The ranking goes from A-0 (which literally means, "Awesome missionary with tons of incredible friends who write him from home, who by the way has never been in an accident or gotten any sort of citation") to C-# (which means "in-Credibly Cruddy reCord" - I'm not sure why they made it like that. <=T )
So it has been really cold here, strangely. I have had to where sweaters and suits here for much of the time. The day we arrived, it was around 80 degrees, and a lot of the new missionaries were COMPLAINING! I was thinking to myself (as I often do), "What are you saying? This is INCREDIBLE weather" (or as Sannie would say "vat faiyn vetha ve ah heving" ~close quote). Yeah, so now we are having fifty-some degree weather. Eehh... not wanting to complain but I'm not a fan. I guess I will probably appreciate it more after experiencing a summer (or at least, so I hear).
Ahh, I love having an our to pour out my thoughts! I think my more brilliantly interesting side comes out in the last 30 minutes.
I am fed like a Champion. Seriously, I am fed like a cage-fighter. And yet I keep losing weight. I don't know what that is about. The belt which was bought with Steve does not fit any longer due to the exceeding longness thereof. Or perhaps I have simply inhaled a tapeworm and I am feeling the effects accordingly. Or maybe my body has begun to burn more fat because the growth of my beard has rocketed...yes Rachel, Rocketed.
Well, I am nearly out of time with only 9 minutes left (haha, a week ago that was a third of my time allowance). Hmm... what else would you like to know?
Oh, President Gonzalez is an amazing person. He is quite funny, very spiritual, and it turns out that he used to work for the CIA. That being said, he has commited us to be really careful with our cars, and obeying all the laws of the land because, he said, and I quote "I will know! I have friends who work in the CIA." He then told a story about how he had shown during an earlier zone conference some footage of some Elder Missionaries (their faces blurred out for obvious reasons) running a red light. Nonetheless, we are careful because we know whose work this is and who we represent. Oh, y Hermana Gonzalez me recuerda de Mami. Es verdadero! Ella es muy amoroso para nosotros y nos ayuda estar mas mejor con nuestros actuaciones...(i'm not sure if that is a word but I'm running with it).
Oohh... I just received a pop-up which asked if I would like to extend the period of time I have to write letters by 15 minutes! Clicking...yes.
Anyway, so I may or may not use the whole time which has been given but regardless, the extra time is quite lovely. I have heard from my sources that (Ahem Mariam) the 7th Harry Potter movie (el primer parte) es muy bueno. Estoy allegro. Presidente Gonzalez nos da una paqueta para Navidad. Nosotros mostraramos una (g-rated) pelicula. El Companero y yo estamos diciendo.
Well, I gotta go. Be good. I love you. BE GOOD. Missionary work is great. You should try it **wink wink!
Les AMO!
Elder Ostler
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