6th E-mail

Dear family,
It's no surprise to hear you're all busy up to your eyeballs. When will Rich know whether or not he gets the new job? And how did the triathlon go?
I'm sorry Casey's still being difficult. Honestly, I think buying him clothes was too nice of you. If he wants to live with Dad, then it's time for Dad to be the parent. I know it's awful, Momma. I'm sorry all your kids turn into boneheads before we start growing up a little bit. Just remember that the Lord knows where we are and where we're going to go, and He IS working to get us all through these rough stages, even if it's hard for us to see how.
I'm not sure who to start giving condolences for first. Let Jennie know that I'm keeping her name on the prayer list in the temple. And I'm praying for Dad-Dad and Uncle Jesse too.
As for what i need - pictures of family. People are constantly asking me if they can see pictures of you guys. I'd love to have my photo album too. (The big one with my college pictures.) And a cardigan or two really would be great. I'd love to have one in white, and one in color. I don't care which. I'm just starved for color right now. I've really been gritting my teeth because now that we're here, the MTC presidency's announced that the clothing guidelines for sisters are changing. Apparently they don't want us to look like Mennonites (or polygamists) anymore, so they're encouraging us to wear colors and patterns and look feminine. And our skirts don't have to cover the shin anymore, just the knee. That would've been WONDERFUL to know when I was running all over two states looking for long, plain, dark skirts in the middle of July. Grr.
I've got to say, the elders in my district might be my favorite thing about the MTC. My companion's got a calling that separates us while she's in meetings a few times a week, and whenever that happens, I've got my own 11-man team of body guards. Nothing makes a girl feel more important than walking, surrounded by 11 men, darting around corners with their 'guns' at the ready, sniping down any 'potential threats'. I'm actually starting to worry that Sweden might be boring after this.
There's a lot more I want to say, but I'm running out of time. I'll try to get the rest of my thoughts on paper and stick it in the mail.
I love you. Work hard. Play hard. Pray hard.

Love,
Syster Hillary Kiser