A very long day...or two

Well, it all started with Saturday morning. Do you ever have one of those days when you absolutely don't have any clothes washed and you're on your last ones? So having a date planned for 12:30 I got up at 9 to start a load. I took out Heidi and we bowled a couple of games...we both did surprisingly awful on the first game, but nearly doubled our score on the second. Later we went to the 5 n' Diner and had some great food. All in all I think we both had a good time.

I had to work Saturday night till 5am. Work was uneventful, for the most part, except for the random girls that paid me for a ride down the street, and the great pie break I took at Brianna's. So I got off work, and just cleaned the kitchen since I needed to stay up for a Priesthood leadership meeting at 6:30am (why so early???) Brennan and I get to the meeting, and they ask for a Spanish interpreter...I wait for someone else to raise their hands seeing as how I am completely dead from work and can't think. Well, apparently no one else can do it so I volunteer. I guess it did keep me awake for the meeting and went better than I thought. Arriving home I sleep in my Sunday clothes for 3 hours, then off to 3 hours of church.

Thinking that I'll get a few hours of sleep after church gets over at 4, I am reminded that we have a movie at 4:30...soooo, I make dinner and everyone comes over to watch the flick. Needless to say, I slept through most of it, then had to work from 8 till 4am.

I thought the fun was over, but as I walked in the door, I found Jordan passed out on the couch. He woke up from my arrival. I had the brilliant idea of going to Denny's. So letting loose a bit of the gift of gab, Jordan agreed to go. I love late night diner trips. We had a good time. Today at five I finally fell asleep and sleep I did for so long! Summery, it was a fun weekend!

The exciting life

Hello friends! I've found that updating this blog has been almost as non-occurring as writing in my journal. I guess it could be due to the fact that really not much happens here in Tucson-at least to me, or could it be that I haven't noticed the exciting moments that fill my days. So folks, I'll begin to fill these pages with anything and everything that happens. After all, life is simply a combination of seemingly inconsequential brush strokes that make up an amazing portrait.

Last week I got to go back to Thatcher to visit. That place always feels great! Late night Jerry's has always been the spot to spend time with good friends. Greg and I gorged ourselves with amazing food. The three days we're filled with a horrible but fun golf game, two shooting outings, baseball, and ice-blocking. I'd have to say, although it was simple, it brought me back to the good ol days and gave me a much needed vacation.

Today I received my tentative employment offer with the Border Patrol. I'm deciding whether or not i'm up to the rigorous task of physically preparing myself for the tests that will shortly follow. It definitely is great motivation to get back into shape and on a more steady exercise schedule. Wish me luck!

All in all, things are going fairly well. Life has a way of dropping obstacles in one's path over and over, but it is fun to have that ongoing challenge and struggle. Gotta keep on truckin!

The City Sleeps

It's almost 2am. The city has turned it's lights out but I can't seem to fall asleep. As I lay in bed I begin to think. Thinking is such an awakening activity. I think of so many things. I think of what would happen if I, by some chance, should not wake come morning. Would anything at all change? Would the businessmen still stroll meaningfully down Broadway? Would Rae make her famous biscuits and gravy at the market? Would the young enamored couple still stop for lunch at the corner cafe on 4th? Sure, the news would come as a shock to some. Family and close friends would shed some tears, share some memories, and maybe the men would carry the casket. Ultimately, however, the everyday comings and goings would continue to clamor, almost without hesitation. I am small, almost nothing. Although this seems so grim a realization, it is merely a fact.

It seems that night is when i think the most. I take my bike out for a stroll in quiet downtown. Up University, down stone, up congress and down church--thinking, just thinking. There almost all is quiet, asleep. A car here, a cop there. I see a man curled up on a bus bench. I think of what path led him out of house and home. What loved ones were left behind. I continue down the street, stop for the train, count the constant cars...ninety seven, ninety eight, ninety nine.

As I arrive back home from this simple half hour stroll, I begin to think of what I care most about. I think of what I would really be upset to lose. What comes to mind is simple and constant. Ask yourself, what do you have? What do you have that keeps you alive? What gives your life the purpose you profess to have? You may be surprised if you sit back and think...just think.