MishMash

So yesterday I had a cool experience. It starts back earlier than yesterday, though. Conference Saturday, Janella and I saw Sister Lautaha at Temple Square. She asked me for referrals. She had me go through my phonebook. I somewhat grudgingly gave the name of a friend I knew from my exchange in France—6 years ago. I’ve had very limited contact with her since, and my memories of the girls I was friends with in France are spotted with their criticism of the Church. “C’est nul ta religion!” I remember that phrase specifically. Didn’t seem too promising to me.
Yesterday I got a call from Soeur Seube at Temple Square. She told me that she had called my friend yesterday morning. I held my breath for the negative reaction I was sure she received. Soeur Seube said, “Elle était hyper contente!” Not what I expected. My friend was so happy that I had given her name, and she accepted to read the Book of Mormon and have the missionaries over. I was sooo surprised! What an awesome outcome :) Last night I remembered her in my prayers, praying that her heart will be opened to the message she will hear and read. That experience is a testament to the fact that you just NEVER KNOW. Regardless of what happens next, at the very least, she will have some exposure to the gospel.
I’ve sometimes wondered for what purpose I had that experience as an exchange student. Such a negative experience overall. It’s often felt to me as if it only served to make me feel like I'm the type of person who gives up when things are tough. But yesterday helped me to see that there are other results of my experience there (including my resultant studies in French!). That was a great phone call for me. It got me in that missionary spirit :)
In other news, I love fries. But I think that’s changing. The last couple of times I’ve had fries, I’ve been somewhat disgusted. I’ve had McDonald’s fries a couple of times as well as fries from Sonic. It seems to be a recent trend that those fries just taste ALL WRONG to me. Almost fishy or something—the worst possible taste you could add to anything I like. I hate raw fish smell and taste. So I guess this means I’m becoming a fries snob—add that to my snob list (cheese, bread, chocolate). Somehow, though, “fries snob” just seems ridiculous, doesn’t it? That’s like saying, “I’m a frozen dinner snob.” If you’re going to stoop to fast food for nourishment, I don’t think you’re allowed to be a snob. But I’m going to be one anyway. The fries that DO sound good to me right now are curly fries from Arby’s, cheese fries from Dee’s, and the chip-style fries from Red Robin. I’ll take one of each, thanks.
Also, my immune system has given up, I think. Perhaps it has to do with my fries consumption? I guess I should treat my body a bit better if I want it to fight off sickness. Perhaps some exercise? A vegetable or two? I’ll think about it.
This morning I got to work and my space heater was still on. Oops. That’s about the 54th time I’ve done that. I can just picture it: I arrive at work and ask one of the firemen, “What happened?” He says, “Someone on the 7th floor left on their space heater.” He shakes his head and makes disapproving clicking noises with his tongue. My office-mates all look at me and glare.