Monday, May 25, 2009
New Churches and Old Acquaintances
Finding a new ward is always a little tricky. Sure they have it listed on the internet, but over the last few years I have realized that that information is not always accurate. This summer I decided to actually call the church to find out where I should be going. I was told (at 7:30 in the morning) that the singles' ward was in a different building and it started at eleven. I show up, but not to a ward that had just started, nor to a singles' ward for that matter. It had started at 10:30, but I decided I should stay anyways. I asked the elders after sacrament about it, and they told me it started at 2:30. I ended up staying for the first block of meetings, then I went home for a sandwich, and then made it back for round two. I walked to the middle of the chapel to sit down, and there sits one of my good missionary friends!! It's funny that I have found a missionary in each of the wards I've been to since leaving Tempe. Anyways, it was a good meeting, I met a couple cute girls with their sexy accents, and now I'm going to a pool party tomorrow. Excellent.
Billy Bob's
Searching for things to do in the Dallas/Fort Worth area I found out about Billy Bob's. They claim it is the world's largest honky tonk. Who couldn't get excited about this?!?! So Saturday night I talked Jordan, my lead tech, into going there with me. Now, Jordan was born and raised in the Phoenix Valley. He is not a Texas boy by any means, nor does he like country music at all. I think that it may have been a bit overwhelming at first for him. We walk in and there is a fake bull to take pictures on, a mechanical bull (there are also professional bull riders earlier in the evening), a decent sized dance floor, a huge v.i.p. section with a lot of really drunk people listening to a live band, a lot of pool tables . . . there is a lot of stuff in this place. I felt a little awkward without a beer in my hand, but before too long some lady came and found me and got me to dance with some girl. So we danced a dance, and she set Jordan off with another one. They were there for a bachelorette party, and we hung out with them for a bit. Then we decided to shoot some pool, so we went and found some other girls to play with (I picked the wrong partner, Jordan and Emily rocked us). I think I could get used to Texas night life.
Mountain Dew in Texas
I just got a new body wash, and it smells like Mountain Dew. I bet I taste delicious.
El Matrimonio
Dude, there are a lot of people around me getting married. There have been a ton in the last two months and August and September seem to be off to a good start with Ariana, Chris, Chelsey, and Bridget. I would suppose that all of that has made it slightly more prevalent in my thoughts lately. So I went to the temple today and it was really nice. It was a bit of a drive, but seriously, I am not doing anything else so I should stop complaining. I get there and in the session there is this really cute girl. She doesn’t have a ring on but is getting endowed, so I am thinking she is maybe going on a mission. Anyways, this story ends with her going to the sealing room with some other guy in the session. Maybe his whites were whiter than mine . . . Note to self: the temple is a great place for a lot of things, but not for meeting girls.
Back In Texas
I made it. Thanks to John and Christin saving me and my broken down car in Tucson, I made it to Fort Worth. Work has been terribly slow, and I am not sure what I am going to do about it, but I am happy to be back in Texas. The first job I went to was hard, I did a lot of crawling around in a very hot attic, but the lady gave me and the other tech each three bottles of water and a piece of lemon pound cake in a Ziploc bag. The next day she gave us each two more when we came back. Then she spent five minutes on the phone with the company telling them how great we were. It didn’t take long to remember why I like this place.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Adrian, I did it!!
Maybe I didn't win the World Heavyweight Title recently, but I did finish all my hours of working out Friday. I'm pretty stoked about the whole thing.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Sesame Street and my sister
Christin is biased.
She hates Walmart. You would simply be amazed at the grief I get for bringing home a Walmart bag. It doesn't matter what is in it. I don't actually know if she would use a toothbrush if I bought one for her from Walmart. Who knows what would happen if I ever let her know that I buy our toilet paper there!!!
One thing in particular that she hates is Tyson chicken, chicken that is bought at Walmart. It is a little bigger than most chicken breasts you would usually buy. Now we shop at Fresh and Easy, and Christin thinks that it is the greatest store in the world (they do have very delicious blueberry jelly actually). I bought some chicken there the other day and tonight I took it out of the packages to freeze them in freezer bags. Holy smokes. They might have been the biggest breasts I have ever seen ( . . . ha ha). But in all seriousness, I am slightly suspicious that those clever Europeans conned Sesame Street into breeding Big Bird. In a four and a half pound package, there are only four chicken breasts!! A pound a piece!!! I mean, I'm thinking about writing Dean Cain and getting Ripley's out there. Maybe there's some crazy ET stuff going on. Maybe it's not really chicken, they're actually just goats and they package it in chicken broth. Or even worse . . . Fresh and Easy buys their chicken feed from Walmart!!!
She hates Walmart. You would simply be amazed at the grief I get for bringing home a Walmart bag. It doesn't matter what is in it. I don't actually know if she would use a toothbrush if I bought one for her from Walmart. Who knows what would happen if I ever let her know that I buy our toilet paper there!!!
One thing in particular that she hates is Tyson chicken, chicken that is bought at Walmart. It is a little bigger than most chicken breasts you would usually buy. Now we shop at Fresh and Easy, and Christin thinks that it is the greatest store in the world (they do have very delicious blueberry jelly actually). I bought some chicken there the other day and tonight I took it out of the packages to freeze them in freezer bags. Holy smokes. They might have been the biggest breasts I have ever seen ( . . . ha ha). But in all seriousness, I am slightly suspicious that those clever Europeans conned Sesame Street into breeding Big Bird. In a four and a half pound package, there are only four chicken breasts!! A pound a piece!!! I mean, I'm thinking about writing Dean Cain and getting Ripley's out there. Maybe there's some crazy ET stuff going on. Maybe it's not really chicken, they're actually just goats and they package it in chicken broth. Or even worse . . . Fresh and Easy buys their chicken feed from Walmart!!!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Deep In the Heart of Texas
Good news. Even though my trip to Nashville didn't culminate with me finding the bride of my dreams, there still might be hope for a future cowgirl in my life. I might be temporarily moving back to the Lone Star State. Now this is not a sure thing. I still haven't actually spoken with anyone about this. But I am no longer needed in Alabama which was were I thought I was going to go, and I know that there is the need for technicians tin Dallas, and really just thinking about it makes me feel a little better about the whole summer. Even if I don't find a wife there : )
Somewhere Other Than the Night
So that title to a Garth Brooks song really doesn't have anything to do with what I'm about to write except that it is about night. That's just what I wanted to call it.
I am sitting here thinking about how much I don't want to finish this Power Point for my class in the morning. Mind you, it will probably only take about fifteen minutes of real work to finish it, but instead I am thinking about everything else that I could be doing. It is fascinating to me sometimes how in the evenings my body gets this rush of something and the last thing it wants to do is go to bed. I know that part of it is knowing that if I go to bed that I am going to have to wake up, which is a terrible experience for me almost every time it happens. But sometimes I just like to be up. I like to sit around with nothing to do at one in the morning. I really enjoy watching the Craig Ferguson show (if you'd like to, you can see it here). He's Scottish, not English, despite what he says (and Wikipedia says he plays the harp even though he swears that he doesn't). I kinda like to hang out on Facebook late at night and check on people's profiles and wonder why people are still awake and what they do at two in the morning. I like to cook late dinners of pork chops and mashed potatoes or have early breakfasts of omelets and bacon at times. Occasionally I even make desserts of hazelnut macaroons or brandied crepes. I love to read. I would even buy night lights when I was younger so I could have a little light to read by without turning on the main one in the room so that my parents wouldn't catch me. Sometimes I'll write in my journal and sometimes I'll blog (though not that much). As Candice once said in her blog, back when she was a night owl, night is a great time for doing laundry. It is a good time for cleaning, hot tubbing, ... alright, I'm out of stuff to list. But I'm glad that I am a night person. And I'm glad that school will be over for me in four more days and then every night can be a late night again.
I am sitting here thinking about how much I don't want to finish this Power Point for my class in the morning. Mind you, it will probably only take about fifteen minutes of real work to finish it, but instead I am thinking about everything else that I could be doing. It is fascinating to me sometimes how in the evenings my body gets this rush of something and the last thing it wants to do is go to bed. I know that part of it is knowing that if I go to bed that I am going to have to wake up, which is a terrible experience for me almost every time it happens. But sometimes I just like to be up. I like to sit around with nothing to do at one in the morning. I really enjoy watching the Craig Ferguson show (if you'd like to, you can see it here). He's Scottish, not English, despite what he says (and Wikipedia says he plays the harp even though he swears that he doesn't). I kinda like to hang out on Facebook late at night and check on people's profiles and wonder why people are still awake and what they do at two in the morning. I like to cook late dinners of pork chops and mashed potatoes or have early breakfasts of omelets and bacon at times. Occasionally I even make desserts of hazelnut macaroons or brandied crepes. I love to read. I would even buy night lights when I was younger so I could have a little light to read by without turning on the main one in the room so that my parents wouldn't catch me. Sometimes I'll write in my journal and sometimes I'll blog (though not that much). As Candice once said in her blog, back when she was a night owl, night is a great time for doing laundry. It is a good time for cleaning, hot tubbing, ... alright, I'm out of stuff to list. But I'm glad that I am a night person. And I'm glad that school will be over for me in four more days and then every night can be a late night again.
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