What Happens Now!?

Does anyone remember the feeling you get when you finish the last Harry Potter book? It's like, 'What magic do I have to look forward to now? What do I wake up being excited about now? What am I going to do with myself?" When the great epic ended (ya, I called it great. I'm a Potter fan, not fanatic, just fan), I suffered from what I called "Post-Potter Depression". That was last summer... I have since recovered. Just a few weeks ago, my other outlet into an alternate reality ended too: Avatar, the last Airbender. I know what you're thinking... GEEK! Forget you, it was a really good story and surprisingly captivating for a children's show. I really don't like anime, just for the record, and Avatar is an American show. When it concluded most spectacularly the other day, again I had the same thoughts going through my mind... What is there to look forward to now? The third Batman sequel? A continuing Office season? Nothing measures up... 

But then, there is this ongoing story of the life of the man of little consequence. To me, that one never gets boring. Every morning I wake up, I wonder what pair of pants he will wear this day, what crazy stunts he will pull, what randumb acts of stupidity he will undertake for the entertainment of his family, what silly blogs he will write, and what interactions (if any) he will have with the ladies. 

The best part is, this season never ends, and it always gets better. 

So stay tuned to find out how the last week of Efy went for the man of little consequence, and find out what awaits him upon his return to Utah... maybe even (dun dun dun) A DATE!?

From DC to Danbury and everywhere in between

"Why any man would want a wife is a mystery. Why any man would want more than one is a bigomystery..." -Glenn Beck.

Wow, thanks for keeping me company Glenn. Currently I am reading his book An Inconvenient Book. I really don't know what to believe, but I love the way he writes, and I'll probably quote him often, like this nice little mormon pun he included in his chapter about marriage and divorce. So this was how I spent most of my time during the long lay-overs on my journey from San Antonio to Norfolk, Virginia.

As I flew in, I looked out the window and realized why everyone was asking if I was going to Iraq after they found out I was flying into Norfolk. Lots of military business going on there. But this is not where I spent the majority of our family reunion slash vacation.

All the Martins were there. That's a more monumental statement than I realized, seeing as how there were twenty-two of us! So we bolstered the numbers of Green Lakes Baptist church considerably, and the brothers Martin (with the occasional Russell) blew the congregation away with a capella Brightly Beams our Father's Mercy. It must be a lot of fun to be a baptist, lots of singing really loud and standing and listening to kids say interesting things like, "If you chop someone in half, then they would die." The next week we visited old Williamsburg and then Washington D.C. I really loved seeing the monuments, especially the Lincoln Memorial and the Capitol. My best memory will always be feeding the squirrels though.

They ate straight from my hand! What the pants!!

After a long and wonderful trip home where I realized my ability to remember lyrics is like unto a human juke box, I find myself at home in Danbury again. Another week off with my favorite people, and then another week in San Antonio. Who knows what lies in store?

And don't worry about this oil crisis stuff... Glenn Beck has it all figured out: "What we really need right now is a new MacGyver. Pincushion, tomato, rubber band, staple, bandanna... oil problem solved." (page 103)

"YEAH TODD!"

Long time no blog... what a slacker.

Anyways, of my last week in Provo before coming to San Antonio, I was out of work but managed to keep myself busy and whatnot. Details don't mean much, but I did get to the temple three days in a row and hung out with lots of friends, including some of the guys from the previous week of EFY. They asked a girl out for me, and she said she didn't believe them... come on, how often does Todd ever ask girls out? If I've done so in the last three months, then I'm good, right?

Well, this last week of EFY was very different from my previous two experiences, as will probably always be the case. Let's start from the beginning:

Being Full was the name of the group. It's from the scripture in The Book of Man of Little Consequence:

"And the man of little consequence, being full of silliness, did dance until the sweat came forth in abundance;

Which disgusted the women who refused then to notice him.

Even so, many had yet mistaken him for a youth..."

Well, the group was only 28 large, I being armed with 12 men of the older age group again, so that wasn't too much different. The difficulty was keeping them all together, out of the rain, away from the fire alarm, fully clothed, off the sidewalk with banner paints, and out of the hair of certain BC's that were ready to snap my neck by the end of the week. When I mentioned the fully clothed part, my boys decided Friday's devotional was a special "no pants" one, so I taught a bunch of kids in boxers about humility, and shortly after they had a pillow fight... Oh yeah, and some of my boys had fun stealing their counselor's mattresses, chairs, and otter pops. You know, if I didn't love them and they me, it might have been quite a difficult week. Either way it was hilarious!

So if anyone has heard that little rap/yell thingy about toast, you know, "YA TOAST!", after it was performed in the talent show by a kid banging spoons on an actual toaster, it then became our group's cheer. "YEAH TODD!!"

So go ahead and be anal, Texas San Antonio staff, and try to make me feel like a bad counselor again... I will still give my boys the best experience of the summer, and I will still have a bomb-sha-bomb time!