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Hey everyone! 

I'm sorry that I haven't been able to write for the past two weeks. I haven't really had a p-day... busy working and getting from city to city.  It's 4:40 am right now; I will be leaving for the airport in just a few hours so this email is going to be shorter than I would have liked...sorry. And please excuse my writing if anything doesn't really make sense, my brain feels like it's not really connected to my body right now ahah. 

Within these past two weeks I've worked in 5 cities (Alkmaar, Lelystad, Groningen, Tilburg, and Gent) with a bike and a suitcase...getting on and off the trains alone was an adventure in and of itself. When I showed up in Tilburg Zuster Parker just looked at me and said, "You look so exhausted but so happy." And that was the perfect way to describe what I was and looked like at the end of all this. I have never been so exhausted in my life, traveling up and down countries, but I have also never been so happy! It has definitely been by the grace of God that I have had the energy to do all of this. 

These two weeks have been some of the most incredible two weeks of my mission and my life and I've enjoyed every second of it. I love all of the sisters that I've worked with so much. We've had SOOOO much fun! There was not a day where we weren't laughing. And every time I had to leave a city and the sisters, my heart broke a little. It was so strange...I didn't think I could get so close to people in just 2 or 3 days. But I think it was a good preparation for when I will actually be leaving the mission and going home. I know that a piece of my heart is going to stay behind here as I get on that plane. 

I feel like I'm leaving my family and home all over again. I have LOVED my mission. It means absolutely everything to me! It was the foundation that I needed to build on for the rest of my life. In every city I found myself wishing that I could stay just a little longer. It was funny because one of the sisters even called President Bunnell to see if I could stay just one more week with them. His reply: "I'm sorry to say this but the wheels on this train are not stopping." 

Everyone kept asking me what I was going to do next in my life and I was reminded of the question that has plagued my mind ever since I was about 10 or 11 years old: "What is to become of me?" I wanted to come on a mission because I promised my 9-year-old self that I would. I came on a mission because I wanted to serve God and become a better person. But most important, I stayed on my mission because I cannot deny the power, light, and comfort that this gospel has brought into my life.  And now I'm going home because, well, it's time for me to start another chapter of my life. 

My reply to people whenever they ask me that question is, "I don't really know." I have an idea of where I want to go in life and what I want and plan on becoming. But in all honesty, I don't know what I'm really going to do next but I'm excited to find and figure it out. When I was a little kid setting goals for what I wanted in life, I never imagined that I would be where I am right now. As I've changed some of my plans to try and meet God's will I can look back and say with all conviction that His plan was and is always better than mine, no matter how difficult it was. 

Some things were really really hard but I am so grateful for all of my experiences! As I look back on my life to this point I realize that I have found so many people that I never knew I needed in my life. Lost friends and family that were only lost because I didn't make it to the country yet. I think that's why I love traveling so much; you meet people that become so important to you and most of the time you don't really realize it until you leave. 

I am reminded of the quote: "Don't strive to make your presence noticed, just make your absence felt." I hope that I have been able to do that, even if it was for just one person. I know that I've felt the absence of some of the people that have crossed my path. I just want to say thank you to all of you. Thanks for coming on this adventure with me and thanks for you love and encouragement; it means a lot.

I had my last interview with President last night. He asked how I was doing with everything. And even now it still has NOT registered in my brain that I'm going home. I just feel like it's transfers or something. But I am happy to go home. I can't wait to talk to my family and friends. I've missed their faces and their voices. What is to become of me? I don't really know, but I'll let you know as I figure it out if you want :) 

A lot of people have asked me to bear my testimony because they wanted to know how and why I came to and stayed in this gospel. My answer is simply this: When I was a child I wanted to know if God existed. And if He existed I wanted to know if He cared. In the years that I have searched to try and get to know Him, I have come to the conclusion that 1. it doesn't matter if you believe in Him or not; He exists regardless of our faith in Him - He's not a fairy, and 2. as we live the way He has asked us to and not heed our limited amount of knowledge and opinions then we will have more joy and light in our lives than we can comprehend. 

The foundation of my testimony of this gospel came from reading, studying, and living the principles that are so simply explained in The Book of Mormon. I love this gospel! I love it so much and I have loved sharing with other people! I love it I love it I love it I love it! And I am so incredibly grateful for the understanding and power that it brings. We are children of God and He loves us. He wants us to be happy and He has given us the tools in order to achieve our potential; if only we would use them. I'm grateful for suffering and all the difficult things we have to go through in life to get to know God and become better. 

I love you all! This is Zuster Jen Begazo signing off for the last time as a set-apart, full-time missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I'll see you on the other side! 

Update

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So my mission is officially extended 2 weeks from my release date. I'll be going home on the 12th of May. These past few weeks have been really crazy, but in a good way. It feels right to extend; the moment he asked me I knew that I needed to. It was also pointed out to me that I'll still be here for Mother's Day, so that means I'll skype with my family and then 4 days later I'll be home. 

We had temple conference on Thursday during which I had to give my "dying" (departing is what they are calling it now) testimony. It was really weird! I didn't like it. President had me go last and my heart was beating so fast and loud that it felt like I was going to go deaf. I had no idea what I was going to say and the moment I got up there I was still so nervous so I just started beat-boxing. 

After a few seconds, I told them that I was just joking and then bore my testimony. Their laughing eased the tension. It just felt so strange to be up there and doing that. I've seen so many missionaries do that as the transfers went on and then it came to my turn. I can't remember all of what I said, and when I saw people beginning to cry as I was speaking I internally started to freak out more. 

One thing that I do remember saying was that I wanted them to mess up. I wanted everyone to make mistakes because that's really the only way they're going to know and understand the significance of the atonement in their own lives. 

On Saturday and Sunday we had Stake Conference in Brussels! I was so happy 1) because I got to hear French everywhere and 2) I got to sleep over in Gent and see so many people that I've missed so much! 

Oh and President told me that for my last two weeks I'll be going around to different companionships and helping them out because there will be some greenies training greenies. So every 3 days I'll be going to another city. I asked if I could go to my past cities, the only ones that are opened for sisters right now is Gent and Lelystad so there's a chance that I could back and see more people that I love! 

The other day I was thinking about it and I realized how perfect this was for me to end my mission in this way, 1) because it was last minute and spontaneous (definitely my style in terms of seeking for adventure and past experiences) and 2) I get to two things that I love, traveling and helping people. It's going to be a lot of fun. I'm really excited and grateful that I can do this. I love doing things different anways, I couldn't have come up with a better way to end my mission! 

This week...ahhhhhhh...some news...

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Sooooooooooooo, I don't really know how to start or even write this email. Last week I had one of the most amazing miracles in my mission happen and I was saving it to write it in this email but then on Tuesday it completely blew up in my face and after this week and due to the lack of time that I have to email I've decided to focus on what has happened from this past Thursday to yesterday. 

Thursday we had interviews with our mission president. Our conversation went something like this: 

I come into his office and sit down and he laughingly says, "Sis. Begazo, would just stay for a few more years on your mission?" 

Me: "ahaha presdient...sure....ahaha" 

President: "But in all seriousness, what would happen if you stayed another transfer?" 

Now, I've learned how to keep myself composed under highly surprising circumstances. So I just sat there and calmly said, "Well, if I stayed I would just keep on doing missionary work." That's what I said but my brain was doing this: "&*#kfdhk :fhk:#y*(#&*%_(_+!#*(#hj%$ybjkfdkjh kjhekjghlwhatthewhatkjfhe klgfhjgv>e :wiuog*(y#%ui(jjsc<bnvliy&*(t{( #)*o y %y(o ^#$%t^&@!_*!@)o" (those were the exact symbols :p) 

President: "I would like to keep you a little longer...but you see if I do that then I have to give others permission to extend...Sis. Begazo, I don't know if I can get permission for you to stay but if it's okay with you I'm going to persue this and I'll let you know." 

Me being composed: "mmmmmm." Again my brain: "2&*($%$MNEGY*GHIOWE#IOH%$&$BHJG)U($HIO$)U*JKL:KDLJFJ:LKj;lkjd;alfkj d;oiadj ;oiha;ih ;ao($)U(%IHAVETOWAITALITTLELONGERFORMYFAVORITEPIZZAINTHEBRONXGFY8943&*$bk$^y*($hnev)(@w_)#%y*(t$bdfs;laj alkj falkjf;ljksadjklg;lj!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ui*(*(JKY*(&#_(@#_(#I(#+#U($%UO$ )*(%$&$%&$#^#BHKHLFDHLEEHGDBNGFHOEPIOE" 

Thursday to Friday I went on exchanges to Dordrecht and I had so much fun. Sis. Black (also a greenie and from Ireland so I got pretty good at mimicing her accent) were just laughing together the whole time. And while internally freaking out during our whole exchange I figured that I could extend; it would be nice to get to know the new sisters because they're great. 

Then Saturday happened and I started to question if I really could or would want to do it. It was such a rough day; people were so incredibly mean and there was literally a group of people that were pointing and laughing obnoxiously loud at us. Lehi's dream was so real. It was so ridiculous, I couldn't believe it. 

We got to Sunday (yesterday) and at this point I'm just completely something (I can't find the word I'm looking for right now) but sidenote I got to see some of my favorite people whom i love so much that came up from Gent. Anyways, we're at church and I'm still interally freaking out. Because I translate I'm just in the room by myself trying to calm my own thoughts so I can focus on actually translating. 

It was kind of perfect because the talks and the lessons were about enduring; which was exactly what I needed. I had about 550 different thoughts going on at the same time but one in particular kept coming up and it was about quantity vs. quality. To be perfectly honest, I think the quantity of the rough and difficult times beats the good and easy times on my mission and in my life in general. BUT the quality of the good and most precious times/memories on my mission (and in my life) COMPLETELY outweigh the bad the bad ones which make ALL of those experiences completely worth it. 

Last night President called me and said that he got permission and asked if I would be willing to extend my mission to an extra 2 or 4 weeks depending on how many other sisters want to extend. "Since I'm having you stay, I've decided to see if any of the other sisters would like to extend as well," he said. He said that if more sisters stay then he'll only have me stay for 2 extra weeks but if he doesn't have more then he would like me to stay 4 extra weeks. He'll let me know more at Temple Conference this Thursday. He also told me to email again this week either tomorrow or wednesday to talk to my parents about it. 

I was laying in bed last night because I could not sleep, I think this is day 4 of little/no sleep, just thinking about ALL of these things. Extending was never in my plans but then again most of the things I've done in my life were never in my plans. India was never in my plans but I followed the answer I got when I prayed about it and India turned out to be one of the best expereinces of my life. 

As I was just laying there completely awake, going through a mental list of everything that has happened up to this point and contemplating whether or not I was or wanted to endure a few more weeks of Dutch people laughing at my while saying "Geen interesse" an image of a mountain came to my mind and again the concept of the quantity vs. quality. 

The zenith of a mountain is the top of it. You have to do a lot of work to make your way up there. Why do you work so hard to reach the top? Because that is where the best view is; that is where you can clearly see the magnificence and glory of God. The veiw at the bottom, although vast and easy to get to is not as breathtaking and worthwhile. You don't really care about making to the bottom of the mountain. You don't feel accomplished or special. You have to endure to be able to look back and understand how wonderful all of it really is. 

From about 3 am to the shower this morning I was just talking to God about all of this. I said to Him, "You know, if I stay it could potentially be the best weeks of my mission." But then I thought, "Or it could be the absolute worse weeks of my mission. Either way I know I'm gonna learn from it." "Well," said God, "if it's the best or the worst either way the experience is what you need." I did tell President that if he needed me to stay that I would. He said that I was in no way obligated to stay. For how long I will stay, I don't know. That information is still to come but I'll still be praying about all of this. I'm so grateful to be going to the Temple this week.

Feel free to email me back with your thoughts on all of this. I love you all! Hope you have a great week! 

Helllo

Hoi errrrribody! 

Who likes the smell of weed? NOT ME... Comin' to you live from Amsterdam (my new city for the next week and a half)

So, I know that this is not my week to write an email to everyone but I just thought that I would let in on the latest update. We got emergency transferred this week. It´s a long story and I won´t go into it...1) because I'm tired of talking about it and 2) I don't really like telling the story. (You can ask me about it after my mission if you want to hear the whole thing). 

But long story short, we were threatened by someone in IJmuiden so we'll be in Amsterdam until next transfer. Everything is okay, we're safe and the situation got taken care of. But I just wanted to say one thing - the beginning of this week was really really hard. We met quite a number of people who tried to throw as much anti-material as they could at us but I was grateful for it because it gave me the opportunity to say this: 

I DON'T CARE. I don't care about what anyone says about the leaders of the Church or about Joseph Smith and the things that happened in the 1800's. Don't care. I don't care about the opinions of the people who left the church and have ALL the negative things to say about it. They are just people and their opinions will not go much further than that. I don't care about the mistakes people made or anything that people accuse our church of. I simply and whole-heatedly do not care. And you want to know why? 

Because my testimony is not based upon the people of our church. It is not based upon anything EXCEPT my relationship with Christ and The Book of Mormon. I am not on mission to force people to believe what I believe or to do anything else. I am here to just invite people to read it and find out for themselves if it is true or not. That is it. And we definitely do not go around attacking other religions the way we are attacked. 

I believe that Heavenly Father has a plan for us. I believe that Christ is able to help us go through this sometimes very difficult life - because let's face it, it's eventually hard for everyone. No one is exempt from pain or turmoil. I believe that Joseph Smith translated the Book of Mormon by the power of God. There was no way that he was deranged. Have you met or spoken with a deranged person? Nothing they say or write (for that matter) is coherent.  I love this gospel and all that is has done for me in this life. It has made me into the person I am today. And no, we are not brain-washed. We have the ability to choose and make fully thought-out decisions for ourselves. 

And that's all that I wanted to say this week. I was told that bearing your testimony makes you feel better, especially when you're going through crap. I testify that that is true. This gospel has brought light into my life. I love with it will all of my heart, and it's not because someone told me to. I'm not afraid that if I don't follow it that I'll go to hell or something. I love it because I am fully conscious of my ability to choose to love it and choose to follow the counsel that it gives. 

I hope that everyone has a great week this week! I love you! 

Just Thinking,,,,

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Hey everyone!  

So this week wasn't too crazy or anything. Although I felt like we met some of the meanest people in Nederland. One woman told us that all Americans are brain-washed and another gave us the middle finger and then said that we were stupid for believing that God exists. Sooooooo, yeah, Hanny and I have had to learn a lot of patience this week

The weather was just ALL rain but we survived. I'd say the highlight of the week was when we (sis. hanny and I) got to go to the temple. The mission has this new rule now where we can go 4 times in a year instead of 2. So it was really great that we got to go together.

It was incredible, exacty what I needed. Also, a couple there was getting sealed as asked if we could be a part of it. It was really cool, I've never seen a sealing before. It was really beautiful because the sealer said that this room was the most important room in the entire temple.

Just a few minutes before it started an elder was talking to me about how the interviews when with our mission president and he said that his 10, 15, 25 year goals were all about his future wife. He told me that since he was 16 years old he began studying and then gained a testimony that the most important thing that you could do in this life is be sealed in the temple and raise your children up in the Lord, "that's the only thing that will bring meaning to our lives in the end," he said.

That was something I've haven't thought too much about. But it made a huge impact on me, I can't really explain how or why at the moment.

For the past few weeks or so, I've been reading the in November 2015 Liahona, General conference because I didn't get to watch them in October and it was just amazing. Every talk had something that I needed in it. So I read the one, ( I can't remember by whom it was or what the name of the talk was) that talked about "ponderizing" the scriptures.

So I decided to do it and the scripture that came to mind was in 1 Timothy 6:7 - "For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain that we can bring nothing out." I've been thinking about it all week, "ponderizing," you might say, and the conclusion that I came to was  that that was absolutely true.

And the only thing that you can take with you out of this world is the type of person you became during your life on earth. Which got me thinking about who I was when I come in contact with situations that I do not like or even with people of whom I am not so fond. To know and believe that I am a kind person and truly changed is to see what I am like under stressful situations.

How will I react when someone is yelling at me and I don't think that I am in the wrong? That, come to think of it, was actually put into practice this week. I've learned that when people are attacking me after I've just asked of question of if I could just talk to them, to pray. oh, how I've learned to have prayer as my immediate reaction when faced with difficult circumstances. I pray to know how to respond, I pray to see how Heavenly Father sees this person, I pray to be able to have the strength to go through it and still make the choice to be happy for the rest of my day.

That is really really really really hard. And I also have a testimony that as you try to become better, (better in terms of your character and habits) 9 times out of 10 things feel like it's getting worse. But that's okay, that means you're doing something right. The right path is always uphill...as I've been told.

Love you guys! Hope you have a great week :)

Mouse Story Continued....

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Hey everyone,

So, I'll just recap from 2 weeks ago about the mouse in the house...

Now, those of you who know me, might know that a lot of things in this life does not scare me. Walking through pitch-black alleyways to go home - doesn't scare me. Having to deal with drunk guys asking me to marry them - doesn't scare (that actually annoys me more than anything). Going to foreign countries with a language that I don't speak - doesn't scare.

What does scare me, if you really must know is RODENTS! I hate them. I just hate them and I cannot help but scream when I see them. I actually sometimes freeze up and can't move but all I see is diseases and yucky-ness. When I had an apartment in the Bronx and saw a mouse, I moved out the next day.

Anyways, we got home at about 10:55 pm. We were sitting at our desks daily planning and I see out of the corner of my eye something brown and I look over and there is a mouse running into our room. I let out a tortured scream to which scares the crap out of Kimmons. The next hour becomes quite interesting. Kimmons, after calming down her heartbeat, goes into room, to look for the mouse. After pulling out everything and setting things on our beds she finally sees it behind my closet.

To keep a long story short because I don't have a lot of time. We came up with a plan of which I had to be a part. Kimmons choice of weapons was a stick (which we use to open our windows) and a plastic bowl to capture the mouse. I held a binder to place on top of the bowl. During the capture I was standing on the wood-frame of Kimmons' bed, she needed me in there because I was her eyes (she's practically blind without her glasses/contacts...well not really but kind of -hee hee).

We closed our door, got our weapons of choice ready, had the room arranged precisely so kimmons could run in between everything to catch it and then the battle began. That little squeak was soooooo fast that it took us 45 minutes to catch him. That process entailed Kimmons running back and forth, scaring it one way and trying to get it another; all the while I was standing on the bed, holding the red and gray binder close to my chest with one hand and cupping my mouth with the other so I didn't scream because it messed kimmons up.

I couldn't help but shake (/ quietly scream into my hand) every time I saw it. I tried my absolute best not to scream as I told Kimmons, "He's over there...now he ran there...he's here...he's right here....ahahhahahah....get 'em, get 'em!" At 11:45 pm we caught him. As Kimmons caught him she sang, "We are the champions...we are the champions!" We didn't know how to get him out because our landlord built something above our balcony doors and they didn't open wide enough. So, what we ended up doing was, I had an idea where we took a trash bag and slipped it under and around the bowl. I ran and opened our doors and we took that thing far away from our apartment. We got back at12:01 am but I didn't go to sleep until about 12:35 am because I was cleaning/bleaching/disinfecting our room. Ugh - so gross. But it was a pretty funny adventure to end a pretty good p-day.

...Now on to something a little more spiritual...

So for a few days during my personal study I've been studying about suffering and repentance. A few transfers ago someone told me that if we truly, really, whole-heartedly wanted to become like the Savior, which in turn become like God because the Savior came to set the example then we inevitably have to suffer; that's why suffering and opposition exists - to make us become better and refine us - which is a life-long process. Lately, our mission president has emphasized  the importance of understanding that repentance is a gift rather than a punishment for being human.

And yesterday, as I was pondering this in church, I had two ideas:

1. In internalizing the gift of repentance, we have to change our initial reactions to particular circumstances and stressful situations. In the scriptures, particularly in the Bible Dictionary it says that repentance is a new view of the world (or situation - I can't remember the words exactly), of God and of ourselves. As you study it through the references in the Topical Guide, you read many verses where it tells you to turn and to return to God. Return to what we once knew, to what we promised, and to what we once felt and experienced. And that's what we are here on earth to do - to prepare to return to God. There was a quote that I liked that I saw a members house one time which said, "If you think that God has turned His back on you, TURN AROUND."

2. With the natural man comes the predisposition to sin. Humans were made imperfect and to sin in order to help us or rather allow us the ability to apply the atonement in our daily life - in every moment of our day. Tiring? You might think so, but as we grow deeper in our conviction and testimony of and relationship with God and His plan for us then our strength to endure and keep moving upward increases.

As my understanding and personal experience with the process (and it is, indeed, a process) of repentance grows, I'm learning that it really is not a punishment for us but rather a key to open the door to the grace the atonement of Jesus Christ allows us; that comes through constant prayer and scripture study and our constant effort to be better than the day before. Everything worthwhile in this life takes enduring work. Turning and returning is really hard - but the first initial step is always the hardest and there is a promise that it really does get easier. Men are that they might have joy. I bear testimony of that.

I hope you all have a great week and a HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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It Happened Again....(transfers).... and part 1 of the mouse story....

                                         

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Hey everyone!

So, an update with transfers, in case you were wondering, Sis. Kimmons is going up to Leeuwarden and Sis. Hanny is coming to IJmuiden with me. For those who were on my email list at the time of Gent, it is the same Sister Hanny that was with me in our adventure of the Draw Bridge. So you can expect crazy stories with us two. This is going to probably be one of the best and most fun transfers on my mission; not to mention that this transfer includes Christmas, New Years, AND my birthday!!! whoo hoo! We're both very excited. Yesterday she called me and she said that she hit the triple bonus with this one. We've only been talking about being companions in the land for our entire mission and this was the last chance that we could do it.

The past two weeks have been really great. Kimmons and I make try to create fun in the dull and busy moments. On the 5th of Dec. (Sinter Klaas) Cynthia and Jadon got baptized. It was so great! Everything worked, nothing with horribly wrong, all the people that needed to be there were there, it was just perfect; my smoothest baptism yet. You'd be surprised at how many things can go wrong all at once.  

Jadon, a 10-year-old kid, is just so incredible. I remember the first time we spoke with him when he said that he wanted to get baptized. I showed him a calendar and asked when he wanted to and his quick and rapidly fired response was, "As soon as possible! If I can be baptized on this day when I want to be baptized on this day." "well," I said, "Jadon, that was yesterday..."

The Sunday after they were able to bear their testimony in Sacrament meeting. Jadon was first and he said, "Good morning Brothers and Sisters. I am so happy that I am a member now and I realized how much I have learned. I now know how important family is and you all are my family now." Several members just began crying.

When we went by this past week, we had him re-teach us a lesson and I let him wear my nametag but he's so desperate to get one. As he was wearing it, he said, "Wow, I love teaching. I can't wait to be a missionary and do what you guys do!"

We went to the Anne Frank Huis this week, I personally think that the Corrie Ten Boom Huis was better, but it was still cool to visit and hangout in Amsterdam. But I would say an exciting / interesting that happened to me was Saturday night when we came home at 11pm because of Stake Conference.

I call this - De Muis in Het Huis (the mouse in the house)

Now, those of you who know me, might know that a lot of things in this life does not scare me. Walking through pitch-black alleyways to go home - doesn't scare me. Having to deal with drunk guys asking me to marry them - doesn't scare (that actually annoys me more than anything). Going to foreign countries with a language that I don't speak - doesn't scare.

What does scare me, if you really must know is RODENTS! I hate them. I just hate them and I cannot help but scream when I see them. I actually sometimes freeze up and can't move but all I see is diseases and yucky-ness. When I had an apartment in the Bronx and saw a mouse, I moved out the next day.

Anyways, we got home at about 10:55 pm. We were sitting at our desks daily planning and I see out of the corner of my eye something brown and I look over and there is a mouse running into our room. I let out a tortured scream to which scares the crap out of Kimmons. The next hour becomes quite interesting. Kimmons, after calming down her heartbeat, goes into room, to look for the mouse. After pulling out everything and setting things on our beds she finally sees it behind my closet.

To keep a long story short because I don't have a lot of time. We came up with a plan of which I had to be a part. Kimmons choice of weapons was a stick (which we use to open our windows) and a plastic bowl to capture the mouse.

ahh. I'm sorry to do this but I'm out of time. I will finish the story next time.

love you all, don't hate :) bye.