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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Companionship Inventory

So we decided to have companionship inventory, and decided to take random pictures.  This is us with our cool shirts we got from the ward.

They were from the 5k that the ward ran.  They made ours special, though. The bottom phrase was added to ours.


The front of our shirts


I decided to put pigtails!


I didn't know she was taking a picture!


Not sure what was happening. hahaha!


Upside down!


I am so brown compared to her!


We are so cool!


Sister Woolley decided to finally change


My favorite picture. We are so cool and random!


It was right after this picture that the shampoo actually came out and onto my hand!



So this is what companionship inventory is like for a sister missionary.  We just had tons of fun taking random pictures.  After this we probably went to bed.


I do have a journal entry for this day. This is dated Monday, October 1, 2007


I can't even concentrate on my studies. I read some good chapters in the Book of Mormon, but it's so hard to concentrate.
I have so many thoughts swirling around my head. Yesterday was my last fast and testimony meeting as a missionary. It weirded me out. I can't believe it.
Thoughts of home cloud my mind. It's inevitable to be normal. I am trunky and then I'm not. Ive been thinking of the day I'd step off the plane and see my family for teh first time in nearly 19 months. What inexpressable joy! I just don't know that I would be able to handle it.
Thoughts of the future also cloud my mind. It's so unknown, yet so known at teh sametime. Will I got to BYU-I? What is home going to be like? My family is not the typical Mormon family. Quite the contrary. Sister Jones came up to me and said, "don't be scared, well it's going to be scary. It will take some time to adjust. You'll think your family are sinners, you'll feel like a sinner. But then, everything flattens out and then you'll have this- she pointed to her baby.
Me, a mother? I know that is part of my next step in life. Marriage.  I'm not fit to be a mother! I can only cook like 5 different meals!
I'm sure these feelings of inadequacy will soon melt away. Or maybe they'll intensify?Who knows. But amidst all this turmoil, I am excited to see how my life folds out.

This picture was taken this morning before studies.

Weekly Email: Wednesday, October 10, 2007

My loved ones,

We did service again for Sister Pendelton last Thursday. This time she wanted us to clean out her son’s closets. We arrived there with the elders and got to work. Some did tiling in the bathrooms while the others emptied out the closets. I was on the closet crew. We found out a lot of interesting things about her son, Chris, who is 20 years old. He was not at home at the time we were cleaning. He loves Spice Girls. Or he did, at least. There were toys from when he was younger. It was amazing at how much junk was in there.

She has to be moved out by next Wednesday. You can tell that she is stressing out, but she has her head on and is maintaining a good attitude. What a wonderful example of faith and patience! I have learned a lot from her. She truly loves us missionaries. We completed the task given to us and now she is a little bit closer to having things organized for the final move out.

That same night we had dinner with the Wasden family. Brother Wasden is in the Bishopric, and works out of state (he flies to jobsites for work!) and was not home. They have 3 little girls who are just adorable and so well behaved. Well, in front of guests, anyway. It was a pleasant dinner and the spirit was there. We both could tell there was something on Sister Wasden’s mind. She was preoccupied. She admitted that there were some things going on in the family that have come up and she is trying to deal with them, but that is all she said to us.

After dinner, the phone rang and she left the room to answer it. Sister Grant, another sister from the ward, was also there for dinner. We have eaten at her home as well, and she is a sweet sister. We started taking the dishes to the sink and took it upon ourselves to wash the dishes. It was easy and quick considering they had a dishwasher, but the feeling of serving her for her sacrifice in feeding was great, for we knew that we were indeed serving the Lord.

After her phone call, she came out and was relieved that they had been. She thanked us and then we shared a message. It was my turn to share the spiritual thought, and as I sat there flipping through my Book of Mormon, I felt impressed to share about prophets as General Conference would be that weekend. With a prayer, we left. We asked if we could do anything for the family, and she said no. She still had that look of worry on her face, and I felt bad that I didn’t know how to quite address it. We hugged them goodbye and we walked out the door.

As we were turning the corner, we heard our names called out. Sister Wasden came stood on her pathway. She humbly asked if we could help her tomorrow. She finally confided in us that there was a death in the family and she needed help cleaning her home as she was flying out on Saturday. (It was Thursday evening when we were at her home) We said yes quickly and told her we would be at her home the next morning at 10am.

As we piled into our car, we were both overcome with the spirit of gratitude. We were so thankful that she asked us to help her. WE LOVE WHEN PEOPLE ASK US TO SERVE THEM. We thrive on that!

The next morning we arrived at her home. We were in skirts and she asked, “are you going to be able to clean in those?” We laughed and told her that we were in our “service skirts.” We cleaned her home for her. She helped alongside. I was able to help her upstairs while my companion vacuumed downstairs. I was able to talk to her and get to know her. What a wonderful woman she is! Her husband is hardly home because of his calling and because of work. She is doing everything on her own while he is away. What an amazing woman she is! I confided in her some personal stories and she did the same. I felt a connection with her and a love for the things she does as a mother. We folded laundry together and talked about our dreams. As I folded her little girls’ laundry the though dawned on me that I would one day be doing the same, for that is the next step of my life. Marriage and children. We won’t get into that, though.

She relayed to us that because we had so willingly helped her, that she would now be able to spend time with her children when they arrived home from school. She wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning the home because it was now clean, and she could just spend time with her girls. She could play and laugh with them before leaving them for 4 days to go to Utah for the funeral. What a blessing to have been able to help her so she could love her children. What a tender mercy! I am so grateful for that.

I have learned a lot in this area the importance of service. It seems to me that English work is full of service. Since people don’t want to be taught, they do need help in yardwork, housework, etc. I have learned that service is a form of love. I have served other people here so much and I love it! I love serving others. I have heeded the counsel in my patriarchal blessing concerning service and the promises are coming true! I love it! I love it all!

We also went to eat at the Spanish Branch President’s new restaurant in Trenton. We went with the Hightstown elders, elders Waite and Ritchie. It was soooo good! They are from Peru, but their restaurant is a mexi one. I love mexi food! He is the cook and cooks all the food. It was delicious to the taste and we all enjoyed ourselves. He said that anytime we are hungry and in Trenton, to come and eat.

Also, Friday, we were driving along and we both felt like we needed to talk to Dave. A man we had met several weeks ago. I’m sure I have told you about him. Anyway, as we turned a corner, we saw him walking! We waved to him and he said to meet him by his car. When we met up, we learned that he had a feeling that he needed to talk to us. It was a tender mercy from the Lord! We talked a little about the church. His friend was there. His friend didn’t believe in God, well he did, but not in the God we believed in. It was kind of hard because two different conversations were going on, but we were able to clarify some things. Eventually, we parked and his friend left. Dave wanted to know what exactly we taught as we hadn’t had a formal sit down lesson with him as of yet.

We walked and sat on benches in front of a church. The day was cool and there was a slight breeze the rustled the leaves every which way. We taught Dave the first lesson: The Restoration. It was amazing. The spirit was tender. Dave was reluctant at first to accept the things were sharing. You could see the unbelief on his face as we testified. We knew it was because trust was something very dear to him. He had often put his trust in people only to be trampled. It was easy to see that he wanted to trust us, but was reluctant.

Our tongues were loosened that day. I remember asking questions that literally just left my lips. I had not thought about them, they just came out. Truly, the Holy Ghost was with us that day. The spirit intensified with each passing minute. He agreed to read the pamphlet we left him. We are eager to see what happens. He is leaving out of town, and in fact, is already gone, but we both know that he will progess and eventually be baptized in the church. We had lunch with Ben Topham yesterday. He is the guy that is trying to share the gospel with Angela. I know I’ve talked about them before. Well, Angela was not able to come to lunch, so it was just us and Ben. We talked a lot about Angela. He felt like he didn’t know whether or not to share more with her because she was so set in her beliefs and so was he. We gave him some advice and encouraged him fast and pray for her. We told him he is a great member missionary!

We had family home evening with the Wertenbakers. I haven’t talked about them because we haven’t really been able to see them. Brother Wertenbaker is not a member, but his wife and children are. They are a wonderful family. Sister Wertenbaker is from the Philipines. She is an amazing lady with a strong testimony of the gospel. We decided to share the plan of salvation. It was a good lesson. It was a very powerful lesson. We taught simply enough for the young children to understand (they are 6 and 9 years old). They are very intelligent children! We spoke of temples and the reality that families can indeed, be together forever. At one point, Sister Wertenbaker looked at her husband and said, “One day we’ll make it to the temple.” It was so sincere. He just looked at her but you could tell the wheels were turning inside.

I know that it will take time for him to fully accept the gospel, to fully understand it and to pray for himself if it is true and to know if families can be together forever. They are a sweet family, and I know that future missionaries will help them follow that path that leads to eternal happiness.

We also had interviews with President Winegar. I now have the new barcode temple recommend. I feel so nifty! I was told that it expires 3 months after I get home because I need another interview with my Bishop and Stake President. It’s something the Brethren are requiring all Returned Missionaries.

We visited with the Esteban family last night. They are the family that we ate dinner with that I absolutely fell in love with. The one with the humble home. We visited for a bit and played some games with the family. It was really fun. I have a learned a lot from them.


La Familia Esteban


Since we didn’t have dinner and we hadn’t eaten since 12pm that day, we were literally starving. Since we were in Trenton, we decided to take Presidente Calle’s offer to come and eat whenever we were hungry.


We arrived to find him and his wife eating alone in an empty restaurant. It was sweet to see them so in love! He asked us if we were hungry and we sheepishly said yes. He was quick to get up and cook us a meal. What a nice man! The food he cooked for us was delicious. I’d go into details, but there is no need. Needless to say that it was succulent. We were very blessed to have been given food. We pretty much inhaled the food.


Presidente Calle and his wife


and...that is him...pole dancing I think...

So, there it is. Our week in a nutshell. I’m loving it. Things are looking up. We are being blessed left and right. Just today, we called to confirm a dinner appointment and they said they would not be able to. Believe me when I say we literally have no food. We have been relying on the members for food. And we have been tremendously blessed. (mom I am so excited that you fed the missionaries! I know you will be blessed!)

Mrs. Toto called this morning because she found the note that we had left on her door yesterday. We tried to set up an appointment for Thursday but she said she wouldn’t be able to. She suggested we come by tonight at 7pm. We agreed. After my companion hung up the phone, we knew that we would have to find somewhere to eat. 10 minutes later, Mrs. Toto calls back and asks us if we have somewhere to eat. We told her we did not and she said that she would be cooking for us! With dessert and everything! This is a testimony to me that Heavenly Father knows us. He is mindful of our situation. He provides a way to feed his servants. I now understand how the apostles from the New Testament and prophets and great missionaries from the Book of Mormon didn’t worry about food or money. It was because they knew that the Lord would provide.

I have seen that countless times on my mission. I know my Heavenly Father is aware of me. He blesses us. He does not want us to go hungry. This church is true! I hope that you were all able to watch General Conference. Be comfortable with bearing your testimony! Learn to receive personal revelation! Know that Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost are 3 separate beings. I wish I had time to talk about my thoughts about conference, but as we all know, there will be time. I love this work! It’s flourishing!

I love you! Until next week,

All my love,
Sister Ramirez

Sick Day

This day Sister Woolley was sick. I don't remember what I did. I probably fell asleep on the couch because Sister Woolley was asleep in her room.

Poor girl really wasn't feeling well.
This is her after she felt a little better. I don't even know what she was doing. Maybe we were just talking about investigators and whatnot.


I have a journal entry for this day dated Thursday, October, 11, 2007

Another day in the life of Sister Ramirez.  My companion hasn't feeling well. She's been in bed since this morning. It's now past 1:00pm. The Lord knows the situation.  I just hope He knows that I think about this person a lot. I need to find this person who is prepared to hear and accept the gospel. I pray He lets me find them.  Time is drawing nigh. Yesterday was my last P-day.  I had tons of fun. It was all surreal. It came an dwent, yet the day went by slowly.

Study Area

This is my study desk.  I know. I went all out.  Most of the stuff is pictures and quotes from presidents or scriptures. Believe it or not I was still able to study!

This was one of my favorite study areas because I had such a big desk with lots of drawers.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Last Sunday

This was my last Sunday. In this picture is Manuel Castro, me, Fabiano, and Presidente Calle.  They are all wonderful, funny, men.

My last day of church was actually fast Sunday.  General Conference was the first weekend in October.  So I do remember bearing my testimony in relief society.  I remember crying.

I also remember that Sister Pendleton made the closing hymn, "God be with you till we meet again."  I looked up at her (she was the chorister) and she smiled me.  I wanted to die inside. It made me so sad inside!
After church I said goobye to as many people as I could.  It didn't seem real that I was no longer going to be attending this chapel in Princeton anymore. It was mind boggling that I would be at my own chapel the following Sunday. I would be speaking and I knew what my topic was.

It was happening. I was going home and there was nothing I could do about it.  But don't get me wrong. It wasn't that I didn't want to go home--it was more the fact that I didn't want to end my time being a full time missionary.

Last Monday as a Missionary

The Taji family. We love them so much. We went over for dinner and had family home evening afterward.

I know this is lame, but I actually remember the dinner we had. It was probably because she cooked it inside a pumpkin.  It was delicious. 

Of course, I forgot what we did for FHE, but I'm sure it was spiritual.




I actually have a dated journal entry for this day.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Today I packed. I felt like vomiting and crying at the sametime. Is that possible? Well, it is, because I felt it. I dont want to leave. I want to continue to be a good missionary. To become better. I keep relearning lessons. I guess I just don't seem to get it. I have so much to learn. But I think I'm beginning to understand myself. I'm excited, I'm sad, I'm mad at myself, I'm anxious, I'm nervous, I'm faithful, I'm faithless. I seem to go from one emotion to another.
I know I'm going home, and then sometimes I don't feel like I am. It's like I go back into denial.   The area is getting doubled in, so we are scrambling to get the area book all updated and the apartment in tip top shape so the new sisters don't have much stress, well, that it won't add to the stress. I know what it feels like to get doubled in.  It's scary and yhou don't know where anything is. We are goin to try really hard to make small notecards so they will know how to get to different cities and whatnot.

All I can remember from this night is Sister Woolley freaking out because she was getting transferred. It was a crazy night, but it was memorable!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Breakfast with the Elders

Since, our Princeton Gang would be disembled, we all decided that breakfast would be a great idea to spend our last time together as a group. I really had such a great 2 transfers with these elders. They are all friends for life!

Elder Waite and Elder Kitchen making yummy pancakes. Or at least trying.


Elder Richins trying to kiss Elder Tennsmeyer and Elder Ritchie looking at pass along cards.


Ha! Elder Kitchen mooning the camera.  I promise Elder Ritchie does not have his arm around me!


The Princeton Gang!


Elder Waite. He has the coolest nostrils.


We are so cool!


I am not sure what they are looking at.


My favorite picture! And yes, I have two name tags!


Elder Lloyd and Elder Green


Elder Richins (Our District Leader) and Elder Kitchen


veggie tale fanatics


He's probably saying something cool to me.


Coolest picture of my hair! I love Sister Woolley in the background, too!


Elder Kitchen said he was supposed to serve in New Jersey because his birthmark is in the shape of the state!


And there you have it. I had tons of fun on p-days with these elders. We would play murder in the dark, mafia and whatever game was cool and fun. Some of the best p-days out of my whole mission.

Saying Goodbye to People we Love

Sister Woolley found out she was getting transferred (this was a major surprise for her) and so we knew that we had all of Tuesday to go and say goodbye to people. It was a bittersweet process. It really was.

They are such a sweet family! They were hilarious. They fed me vennison and kept telling She kept telling me it was beef, but then he would shake his head no. They were way fun to go and visit and do service for.

I remember having to take several of these pictures.


Mrs. Toto. So much can be said about her. I love her so much. I greatly miss her homemade goodies.
She is so wonderful!

She gave us nightgowns. To wear on our wedding night. Yeah. She's so cool!

Ken Negus. I miss his guitar playing!

He is so cool to do a silly pose with us!

Sister Jones. She is also a returned missionary. She told me that life gets so much better after the mission because you get married and have babies! 

This is the right side of the church in Princeton.

And this is the left side of the church.

The day went by way to fast for my liking. Once nightfall hit, we were both so tired, but far from done. We still had to pack!

Last Email Home

I wish I could describe the feelings that have been mixed up inside of me. I wish I could express myself the way I really want to, but I know that I cannot.

It was a blur. It happened so fast. Does 18 months really go that quickly? Is it possible? I think the Lord put life in fast forward. This all seems so surreal. My mind is full of fragmented thoughts. I think I'm finally waking up from my dream and all I want to fall into a deeper sleep.

I'm at the edge of the cliff again. I remember being at the edge when I left for the MTC. I remember standing there and being completely terrified to leave for the mission field. I had no idea what was ahead of me. I had no idea what adventures and lessons I would learn. But I stood there and I looked back and then I jumped. Heavenly Father has definitely helped me to fly. He has been my guide as I learned to more fully listen to His promptings.

And, I am at the edge again. This time I'm coming back to the real world. I'm coming back home. I'm looking back here in New Jersey and the I'm beginning to look forward. I'm about to jump and now I know that Heavenly Father will help me fly once again. I'm jumping into the unknown. The security blanket of my nametag will be removed but I will still have the comfort and the guidance of the Holy Ghost. What new adventures await me? What lessons do I still have to learn? What lessons do I have to relearn again and again? The possibilities are endless. I feel like my life is about to truly begin. Everything prior to my mission was just preparation.

My mission has become the foundation for my eternity. For my salvation. I realize the importance of embracing the gospel and applying the principles and lessons I have learned while serving the Lord. The small things really do count. Reading my scriptures really does make a difference in my day. Saying my prayers really does draw me closer to Heavenly Father. Going to church does help increase my knowledge and bring comfort to certain trials that I may be facing. Attending the temple really does put an eternal perspective on life's purpose.

I almost feel like I'm being born again. Does that make sense? But this time I have all this knowledge under my belt that will allow me to live happily. I have a jumpstart on life!

This has been the best 18 months of my life and its been the hardest 18 months of my life. I have had such high self esteem and I have been to the very pit of depression. I've been loved, torn apart, squished, stretched, lifted, dropped, sick, healthy, and everything else...in one day. I've had superb days and I've had crummy depressing days and I loved every moment of them.

I'm sitting at this computer for the very last time in the Princeton library with so much to say and I can barely keep one thought in my mind at a time. I apologize for this e-mail as I know it is all over the place. I just want to convey that I have loved being a missionary for the Lord. For the one true church that is on the earth. I have cherished it and perhaps I should have cherished it more as the time is coming when I will have to remove my nametag. The thought sends my insides to jello.

I have done my best. I have served honorably and I probably could have served more valiantly, but I know the Lord is well pleased with the work I have done here in New Jersey. I now know more about the gospel of Jesus Christ and I know how to be a great member missionary. I know all about missionary work. I have Preach My Gospel to thank for that.

Yes, I am so excited to see you all. The thought that I will be in everyones arms brings a knot to my throat. I have missed you all so very much. But I am also torn inside to be leaving my home. Oh, if only I could have the wish of my heart and be in two places at once. I'm thankful that New Jersey isn't too far... I love this gospel. I love the plan of salvation. I love the comfort in knowing I will be able to see many of these people in the Celestial Kingdom. That my family can be forever. Our Heavenly Father really does love us! I love you. Everyone one of you.

God be with you till we meet again.

for the last time,Sister Ramirez

Last Fireside and the Mission Home

They morning that my companion and I were supposed to leave was surreal.  I remember waking up, having slept with no blankets. I think I woke up sick (emotionallly).  I remember taking a shower and straightening my hair. I packed all my bathroom stuff and sat down on my empty study desk.  This was it.  I was leaving this wonderful apartment.

We also tried to clean our apartment because the new sisters would be there and we didn't want them to have a dirty apartment.  I remember Sister Woolley wasn't talking to me very much.  I concluded that she was upset about being transferred and possibly me leaving as well.  Or maybe she just didn't get enough sleep.  At any rate, there was minimal to no talking as we prepared to leave.

We drove to the elder's apartment in ( enter city here) and waited for the member who was going to drive us down to the Cherry Hill Stake Center. After loading the truck, we headed out.

Me and Sister Woolley. She is so silly. 

Elder Kitchen being weird. Ha!

He has the weirdest facial expressions!

Elder Cowgur

Elder Kitchen, me, Sister Woolley

I don't even know where we got pretzel sticks. We are so cool!

Ew! Elder Kitchen has his stuck in his nostril!


As you can see, we had plenty of fun with our pretzel sticks. I think the drive to Cherry Hill is about an hour and half. But I do remember we hit traffic, which made us late to the transfer meeting. I had to walk up to the stage and sit next to the other missionaries leaving.



When it was my turn to bear my testimony, I couldn't believe it. I had always envisioned the day when I would be up there with other missionaries at the end of their missions. I remember my very first transfer meeting when I saw and heard missionaries bear their last testimony. Now it was my turn.

Even though I had bore my testimony, it still didn't feel like I was going home. It didn't feel real. It really did feel like I was just in a dream.

After the slideshow, and the announcement of other transfers, everyone dispersed. I met up with people I hadn't seen in so long. 


Sister Carter. I was sad that Marc was not able to make it.

Members from the New Brunswick Branch.  I love them!

Silly boy!

Just looking at this picture makes me want to cry. I loved New Brunswick so much!

My favorite person. Hermana Lucy De La Hoz


Sister Woolley giving me a big hug and Elder Richins laughing his head off.

Me being happy with them!

La Familia De La Cruz

Elders Cowgur, Kitchen, me, Elders Waite and Ritchie.
I feel so short in this picture!

Me and Elder Kitchen. My face looks cool.

Trying to re-enact the cool picture we did earlier this week.
check out that double chin action.

I had to get another picture with one of my favorite families.

After I said goodbye to members and to the other missionaries, the chapel was getting emptier and emptier. I think this is when it really hit me. I went to the bathroom and I sat on the counter and sobbed. I didn't want to leave my mission. I didn't want to say goodbye to these people that I may never see again.

After I regained composure, I cleaned my eyes so I wouldn't look like a raccoon and walked outside to find
if there were any other missionaries still around.

I found Elder Tennsemeyer. He was the AP at this time. He does a great impression of President Monson.

I also found Hermana Johnson and had to take a quick picture with her.

And who could forget Elder Englis!

and of course, Morrill.  Sweet, Sweet, Morrill! and I do believe she is wearing my shirt!

I felt better and looked for the other missionaries who were also going home. We were all deciding on where to go for lunch because by this time, we were all starving. We decided on cheesecake factory.

I rode with Sister Winegar. It was a lot of fun eating with the other elders. Afterward, we went back to the mission home and played.  It was a free for all, really.  We waited until it was our turn for our exit interviews.

My exit interview was so emotional. I can't even remember what President Winegar asked me.  But I do remember expressing how much I didn't want to leave the mission field.  I cried.  He cried.  When I was done, I went up to my room and sobbed for what seemed like forever. It was a moment that I will never forget. When I was done, I cleaned off my make up for the 2nd time and changed into  p-day clothes because the elders were playing outside.

We played softball with a woofle ball. It was so much fun.  And then we headed inside and played Mormon Madgab. I was dominating. It was so much fun!


The group that was headed back to babylon!
From left to right: Elders Bedke, Maccabe, Smith, Me (not touching elder Smith because we have a pillow separating us) Elders Anderson, and Harward. We are missing Hermana Tieman, but she came later.

Elder Cummard.

Elder Anderson writing in my memory book.


Everyone went to their rooms around 12am.  I don't think anyone wanted to go to sleep. I know I didn't. Sleep was the last thing on my mind.

Before bed, I wrote in my journal. This is dated October 18, 2007.

Surreal. That's all I can say. Surreal. I feel like this whole day just flew by!! I don't even know what to say. I could say so much, but I don't have the time, well, I do, but I don't have the energy. Plus, my mind isn't working properly. Today it hit me. It hit me at the most awkward time, while I was talking to some people at the fireside.  Everything just kind of fell apart. After that I sort of just blurred goodbyes to people. I went into the girls bathroom and propped myself on teh contertop and sobbed. It hit, and it hit hard. I also broke down during my interview with President. I came up to my room and sobbed. Life is going to be a little difficult for a while. It's past 12am. I have to sleep.