IHATETAXSEASON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm girlfriend trunky

Hoorah for good dreams

I take this as a sign that things are going to look better, but last night I had a great dream. Elder Gardner and I were called by my mission President, Christensen, to come back and fix one of my old areas back. It was a wonderful thing to return and see some old friends from the mission and go back to serving the Lord. That kind of feeling is what I miss. I sure hope to get the chance to do something like that again in the future.

Forwarded emails

I will step aside from the cliche of the world and declare that forwarded emails do have meaning to them!! This is what I learned from one today! Listen well.

Repeat after me:

I.....
will......
never.....
complain..
about.....
my job....


EVER

Glorious New Years adventure

Yeah this is after the fact, but I figured it was a story worth telling. So there I was, as my Captain would aptly put it, riding the bus down to Provo so I could meet up with my Captain and hit the movies. We were fixing to see Sherlock Holms, but had to do so later that evening because of Ferrol having to work. So in my regular garb of khakis and white shirt, tie and vest, performance down jacket and old fedora, I endeavor south with my canvas green Deluth backpack filled with a few movies and my cheesy plastic rockband guitar. Needless to say, I looked moreso a dork/poser than I ever had in my life. I timed the bus and train wrong, so I appeared at Ferrols front door a half hour before he'd get there. Looking around and having a powerful need to find the facilities, I saw the golden arches down the road. I proceed down University, past the malt shoppe, when I see a Panda express. My need for facilities becoming more expedient, and my desire to quit looking like a fool with my plastic guitar growing, I enter the establishment. Making a quick job of it, I soon hear water rushing behind me, as I'm facing the sink. Turning around, I see the urinal overflowing. Bad day. I lift the handle, thinking it would work like it does at home, but it made matters worse. Calmly and collectively, with the pending flood pooling now in the center of the room, I collect my bag, tell the cashier that Noah is reenatcing his ark in the mens room, and walk out, replacing my hat, and smelling like cheap dispenser soap. I will never wear that hat in that store again. Lesson learned, never wish for something outlandish like a prosthetic leg because watch yourself have to strap one on every morning after a horrible accident. Man at Arms out.

Oddity of mind