Sister Buhrley

So now I go on to Sister Buhrley. Many of you already know her, though you've never met her. I tell her stories all the time. She recently wrote a very kind post about me, and I wanna pay her back!

She lived in Kaohsiung with Sister Heaton, Brown, Memmott and I. She was the fire of the house. She was HILARIOUS. She made sure we all laughed everyday. But when I wasn't laughing, I was so quiet, careful not to move a muscle while she sang. When we'd all be in our bunks at night, I would beg her over and over to "Sing that one song for me". She is a songwriter and sings with such emotion that it's persuasive. You almost fall in love with Michael when she sings of "Just me and the moonlight, just thinkin' of Michael...". Oops, I just caught myself dancing in my chair-- see what she does to people?

I think she's the only sister who could get away with spray painting their bikes lavendar with Sister Heaton without them even being the least bit upset about it. I instigated the biggest most crazy prank ever (admit it-- Buhrley, Memmot, Brown and Heaton, you all were in on it!). It totally backfired on me, and we were stuck with roosters on our porch. The next training meeting one of the Elders shared a scripture about Chickens. And Sister Buhrley and Memmott even brought Roosters to my wedding. Then when one of the Elders found me on facebook (a really cool Elder-- was one of 17 kids growing up, all foster children with problems, and his mom adopted them ALL... hence the inspiration to my wanting to adopt). His comment "Grannis! We are sneaking chickens in your front door!"

While on my mission, I didn't shave my legs... I was trying to be local (or living up the fact that sisters only wore long skirts). I was proud of my fine little hairs that shined in the sun. Then Siste Burhley whipped out her mascara and painted them black. We laughed till we cried... or until she whipped out her camera. I'm still glad she never snapped the shot.

One time I had an ingrown toenail (Sister Missionaries can be so grose, huh!). I had heard of missionaries having to go under the knife (surgery!) to get them fixed. I knew mine was serious. I prayed and fasted so I wouldn't have to lose a day of work due to a stinkin' toe!! It was big, pink, and I won't even go into detail as to what was under the puffiness. Sister Buhrley stepped up the to the plate and OFFERED to do it. She didn't even flinch. She perfomed a modern-day miracle for me. What can I say, she's just good like that.

Another time, when a typhoon blew out a window, and we were all freaked out, she found a way to make that positive too. She whipped out the Katchup and poured it on the leg of her PJs to freak out the Elders. They smelled the Katchup before they even got close to her. It was pure genious though, typical of my Burhley!

Sister Burhley could laugh and be funny, because she could afford to. She was dedicated and promising everyday. I loved having her as a companion the few times we did splits, because she was willing, just like my other noble and inspiring companions. She had a very pure humble heart, and only desired to make herself more fit for the magnitude of her call. All of her companions LOVED her.

So, once again, thanks for your funny and kind words about me, sister! Even the Elders openly called her their "favorite". Not because she allowed herself too casual of friendships with them, but because she was funny and spiritual too.