So, for the last three weeks or so, I've been chillin in Texas just doing work for my pops. Ha, chillin... ya right. Ain't nothin chill about this state. Just a lot of... sweatiness...
In fact, as soon as he walks in this room, I will abruptly end this post to go help him turn the shed into his very first man-cave workshop. This is what my dad does for fun. He takes breaks from church work and university work to do yard work.
So it's been a great stay. After yet another semester of so-so grades, my spirits have been lifted spending time with my family who seems to appreciate me regardless of my utter lack of progress.
Highlights of the stay in Texas:
1. HOME COOKING! I'm up to 150 lbs!
2. How sweet it is to be in an environment with other Rockets fans! We celebrated going further than anyone in this world thought we would go, together. And you know what, if the Lakers don't win a championship, their season is a failure. FAILURE! The Rockets already had a successful season. Imagine what would happen if we didn't have so much adversity with player health? We probably wouldn't be as good.
Anyways, I want Denver to beat the Lakers just to show David Stern that God is still in charge.
3. I am sporting a sweet stache for May's mustache appreciation theme. Unfortunately, I've got EFY next week and I don't think it'd be a good idea to show up looking like a pedophile.
4. I went biking at Brazos Bend and almost ran over an alligator on my bike. My nephew is witness to that.
5. Speaking of nephews, there are always great stories going along with the familiar phrase, "Kids say the darndest things." I was discussing with one of my nephews what a 'swirly' was, and he was like, "I put my finger in the toilet... TODAY!"
6. Yesterday for Laurel's birthday, we went to Cici's pizza. Today, I can't take enough Immodium. It's funny cause about this time last year as I was driving around Heber City... did I post about that little incident? I hope not.
7. And the BEST part about waking up in Texas is.... oh wait, I gotta get back to work.
I'll be takin the story back to Utah come Saturday. Until then.... I need to change my pants.
