Archive | March, 2011

this one’s for Linnea

23 Mar

so many feelings.

Congratulations to my BFFLaE for turning in her mission papers!! (after what I know for her, felt like foreversss)

We’re ONLY going on missions because the other is going. ONLYYYYY.

Just kidding.

But we did influence each other. Positive peer pressure at its finest.

Linnea Nicole Snooki Nielsen, I’m so proud of you! ❤ ! I knew I locked myself out of my dorm and met you for a good reason! I KNEW ITTTTT.

awk sauce!

you should, ya know, WRITE ME.

14 Mar

no anthrax! yay!

please don’t make me feel like that missionary. *GUILT TRIP*

There are so many ways to communicate! YAY!

Email!: xiomara.ruiz@myldsmail.net

I don’t know if I’ll be able to respond … but I’ll read what I can!

Snail mail! By the pouch system (which, to me, sounds kinda ghetto.)

Pouch mail rules: ONLY postcards and letters that are single sheet, folded into three-panels, and taped at the top only. NO envelopes. No packages.

Sister Xiomara Carolina Ruiz
Uruguay Montevideo Mission
POB 30150
Salt Lake City, UT 84130-0150

Snail mail packages! (i’m guessing if you send letters here, it will still get to me. A way to pass the pouch system. cheat the system. beat the man.)

Hermana Xiomara Carolina Ruiz
Uruguay Montevideo Mission
Dalmiro Costa 4635 Bis
Malvin
11400 Montevideo
Uruguay

And now there’s Dearelder.com … go to the site. Click ‘write letter’. Then find Uruguay Montevideo. NOT the west mission, just Montevideo. Write in my name and write me! It’s free! And they print it out and send it to me out in the field! Yayzerz!

And if you want to write me by DearElder.com while i’m in the MTC, just click “Argentina MTC” … OR write me at:

Argentina Missionary Training Center
Autopista Ricchieri y Puente 13
1778 Ciudad Evita
Buenos Aires
Argentina

And if you don’t write me, I’ll write you … hate mail. Vicious mail. kluvyabai!

the one where xiomara gets her mission call

4 Mar

This is me:

i fly. nbd.

This is me with my mission call:

letter from the prophet. also nbd.

This is where I’m going to be preaching the gospel for the next 18 months:

South America. Like America ... but South ...

I’ve been called to serve in the Uruguay Montevideo mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I report to the Argentina missionary training center on April 14th.

OH. MY. GOSH.

I turned in my mission papers December 1. I got my call December 17 … it was sent home to California … while I was still in Utah. I was leaving the 23. THE HORROR. So, after waiting out a storm on the I-80 West and packing away my nice, happy Utah life into my deceivingly NOT spacious car, I drove/SPED 10 hours with the beloved Kimberly Cordova to get home. It took one 5 hour energy drink, a 30 min 75 cent budget Reno pit stop, and a 99% literal running on empty experience to be able to ghetto park my car in front of my house and sprint into my house running around looking for my call to get to that moment …

In my cracked out spaz attack of trying to find where in my house my brother had placed my call, I saw a small envelope, bright yellow, addressed to me from the Church offices. I glared at it in confusion. My first thought at the sight of this tiny, NOT mission call sized envelope? “This is my call? OMG.I’VE BEEN REJECTED.” I squealed with terror. But once I grabbed it, I then I saw that the return address said “church travel services” … and then I knew I was for SURE not going stateside.

My heart was racing. All I wanted to do was tear open the call. I had been waiting for SO long. BUT my dad was at Home Depot, and I had to Skype my brother and sister in law in Texas and I had to call some friends and have them on speaker so the suspense continued. But it was worth it. So unbelievably worth it.

Things I knew about Uruguay when I got my call:

– It’s in South America!

– Their soccer team got 4th place in the World Cup in South Africa!

– … They … Uh, yeah. That’s it.

But a lot of google research and asking the Brazilian/Argentine/Peruvians/Chileans that I know, Uruguay is going to be amazing.

Apparently they like tortellini and meat. Nothing can be wrong with this place.

even their beaches are trying to high five you!

URUGUAY HERE I COME … Um. In like a month … Which reminds me, I need skirts …