Sunny Saturday

What does one do on a sunny lazy saturday? More popular answers would probably fall along the lines of: Go to the lake, mow the lawn, spend time with friends; or other types of outdoor activities. Your's truly however, is spending his time sitting on the couch blogging on his lap top. Not quite as fulfilling as the activities previously listed, but still an activity with merit.

I went to breakfast with Kell today at the Hub. The portions are quite large, and the food is quite greasy,but it was still a pleasant expierence. It was very busy, but the hostess was very nice and sat us quickly. There really isn't anywhere else to go eat breakfast here in Heber, so the Hub is always packed with souls who are too lazy to cook for themselves. Naturally I fall into this catagory, although it had been some time since I last ate there.

Tonights activites will probably just include work, though I may drive down and spend the night at my dads. Who's to say?

I think i'm back

Hello everyone (if there's anyone left after this long drought of blog-posts). I'd like to tell you I'm back in the blogging world, but that might possibly be a lie. Last you heard from me i promised a blog "next sunday", and I dare say we are coming up on almost a year without a blog post from your's truly. Travis has taken several opportunities to chastise me concerning this, but I must confess in all honesty that it was the one known as Pumpkins who drove me to blog again (for those of you who don't know Pumpkins, you're missing out). After spending several hours earlier tonight casually conversing with Ms. Pumpkins, who I might add very rudely refused to teleport me to work tomorrow (she has since been forgiven of said offense), I was compelled to update several notes on my myspace page, thus leading me to my blogspot page. It was here I noticed that the archived information of the past several months did not exist, and such depressing news compelled me to compose an updated post.

There was one saved blog on my profile, several months old, which caught my attention. It refered to a rainy sunday afternoon on which I had sat down at the computer to tell of my recent week at work. I am no longer employed in my previous profession (thank god), though I have considered returning to the same line of work, only because of the vast ammount of money to procure from said employment. It is not comforting or pleasing, but it does rake in a substantial ammount of ready cash. This previous blog however, was still far from finished so I thought it best to post another.

I've spent the last several months in limbo, trying to best figure out which direction to guide my life in. It has been said that one will head only downward if they simply follow the current of the world, and that a man must stretch out, take life by the hand, and shape it into what he wants it to be; and only then will he be happy. Now i'm not saying that I am unhappy with where I am in life right now, but it is our very nature to want more for us and those around us. How we go about achieving this though is completely up to us.

It's interesting after High School how you discover who your true friends are. They are the ones you work to keep in contact with, not just forced upon you due to the chance you had the same science class. True friends and true friendships must be sought after and cherished when found. It may be by mere chance that you stumble upon a soul who shares the same values and points of view as you, but unless you strive to develop and maintain a bond, the world has a way of driving a chasm between friends, guiding them away from each other. It takes much time and devotion to maintain the true bond of friendship, a bond that if protected, nothing can sever.

Well, I've drifted again. One-thousand-two-hundred words into the blog and I haven't updated you on anything. I'm living with my dad at the moment, but spending 90% of my time in Heber at Christian's house. It's much closer to my work as a server at Mountain House Grill, so I conviently spend most of my time here. I have slowly drifted away from the physical activity I used to readily participate in, but I hope this summer I make the time to reinvigorate that aspect of my life. I'm currently making plans for a spring retreat to San Diego with Travis and Dylon. We're taking the trip in happy anticipation of Travis' departure for two years. He will be missed, but as spoken of earlier, our bond will protected and maintained no matter how far across the globe it streatches.

Its gotten late, and it is way past time for me to go to bed. If you read this blog, text me and remind me to write another. I'm serious....unless you remind me I will to eaisly forget, and once you've fallen off a set writing schedule, it is very difficult to climb back on.

And I promise to try my hardest to not use so many run-on sentences in my next blogs.

Sunday Blog

Well its been a week since I blogged, and if i go any longer I just may forget everything thats happened; and if that were the case then how would I be able to share it with you? Its not that its really exciting, in fact it could quite possibly be described as pretty lame, but I suckered you in with my catchy intro, so you don't really have any choice but to read it, no matter how boring it gets.

Thats the beauty of blogging right there. You can write what you want, when you want, and however you want to. You may have noticed the run-on sentence at the end of the last paragraph. If you did, good for you and stop reading my blogs forever. If you didn't, even better for you. When it comes to blogging, you shouldn't be expected to follow the rules. Be carefree and wild, write what you feel and not what you think is going to impress other people. Who cares what other people think anyways? I'm talking to you reader...thats right you, the one reading my blog. I don't really care what you think about my style, structure, or word choice. Sure, in the real world I may know you and value your opinion very much. But here its a different ball game. Your opinion here is as valuable as a three legged horse, and your three legged horse is just as valuable as everyone elses. Thats not very valuable people, not at all. Get used to it. Thats how life is sometimes. What we think may be important can often-times end up being worth next to nothing.

So how do we find out whats really important in life? How do we tell the difference between what really matters and what really doesn't? It seems that the answer is very simple, but if it were so simple more people would be happy with their lives. Instead, they hate their jobs, want what they don't have instead of being happy with what they've got, and get caught up in the rush, letting the simple peaceful things in life slip out of their grasp. Why do we live like this? Why do we let the things we don't have take control of our lives, wearing us down until there's nothing left?

Wow, I kinda let this blog get away from me. Its too beautiful to just erase, but come on, this is way to deep to just carry the title of "Sunday Blog". I don't even know what happened there, it all just kinda exploded onto the keyboard. Like a big rush of words cascading onto the web. ebbing and flowing. Not what I expected.

This paragraph probably has the hardest job of all the paragraphs in this blog. It has to transition from what has been said, to what is going to be said. Not a small task considering the depth of whats above, and the simpleness of whats below.

Well here we go, the story of this last week. Overall, it was a pretty fantastic week. Last sunday was a pretty hard day, and I didn't get back from work until late monday morning. I didn't have to work monday night, so I slept all day and all night in anticipation for work Tuesday. I ended up not having to work on Tuesday, and instead spent the day helping my dad pack up his share of the property the judge awarded to him and taking it down to a storage shed in Orem.

The next day was the fourth, and was one of the best Independence Day's I've ever had. I spent the day with Mckell :) I don't remember everything we did during the day, but I do remember that we went shopping and got me sunglasses and her a Marry Poppins bag. That night was amazing! We drove the mustang over to Midway, and enjoyed the fireworks in the backseat of the car with the top down (a few fireworks went off in the sky above Memorial Hill too). After that Travis and Kayla came over and we lit some of the fireworks me and Mckell had purchased at the fireworks stand. It was pretty fun, if i do say so myself.

Work Thursday was very hot, but not very challenging. It was mostly busy work, and the day passed by at about half the speed of smell. Work on Friday was much better. We spent the day driving back and forth from Park City to Springville a couple times, then we drove up to Evanston. I pulled the barrel trailer up to Evanston, and that was kinda scarry. The trailer is about 50ft long, and it was loaded with a little over a 2 tons of barrel bases. It kept trying to fishtail the whole way there, but I kept it under control most of the way and we got their safetly. Friday night we went bowling, and then Mckell and I went to her house to watch Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. The movie was pretty funny, but whats even funnier is that I didn't get home til about 5:30 Saturday morning. Earlier I had joked about the two of us having a sleep over that night but I guess joking wasn't enough for Mckell. Lol ok seriously we both fell asleep as the movie was ending, and thats the truth, I promise.

I slept most of the day Saturday, cleaned my room, and played Catan with Travis, Dylon, and my dad. I didn't really like the map that much, but it ended up being pretty fun. Dylon won, but it was a lot closer than anyone thought it would be. I slept in a lot today, played x-box a bit (i hadn't played in forever), started some laundry, and wrote this blog. I go back to work this week, so I probably won't blog again until next Sunday. Until then, I wish you all a merry time!

Freakin' Long Shift

19 Hours last night, and I go back to work again in six hours....that sucks.

Finished

So my dad and mom are finally divorced. Bittersweet was the day I found out (which happened to be yesterday). At first it was like, "Finally! After two years of trying my dad can finally settle down and move on with his life." I then paused, took a deep breath, and the reality that my parents were really divorced sank in. It was really sad. As a kid I never would've though a day like yesterday would come. Its funny how that works.

Its funny what life throws at you, and how you can never be sure whats going to happen. It becomes pretty hard to plan for the future when you're never sure whats going to happen. I guess the secret is to try and make happen what you want to happen. If you don't take control of your life, and do your best to move it in the direction you want to go, then life will toss you around as it pleases. You've got to look out for yourself, bettering yourself everyday, and do more than just HOPING that good things will come. You've got to go out and find them for yourself. And when you find them, hold them dear, treasuring them and caring for them forever. At least I think thats how life should be lived, and thats how I'm going to try and live mine.

Things go from bad to worse, you think they can't get worse than that....and then they do.

Well I know its Tuesday morning, but if you would've asked me that a few minutes ago I probably would've had a hard time finding that answer. Night shift will do that to you. It messes with your mind. It makes you work all night long, fills the day with wonderfully amazing things to do (other than rest), then reminds you who's your daddy that night. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sure I'd much rather pave in the cool of the night then in the heat of the day, but I mean come on. No one should have to work a paving crew from midnight to seven a.m., and then from six p.m. to midnight again. Its pretty much the same hours as day shift, but it feels like you're going to work twice in one day. Think about it. Its sad...

Anybody wanna buy a truck? Anybody? You're smart. If I could do it over again I wouldn't buy my truck either. It may have sleek black paint, but the thing is a black hole for my bank account. I've already had to get the transmission fixed once, once again after that, and last night on my way to work the same problem was reborn. I'll call the transmission guys today, remind them who their daddy is, and let them know the consequences if they don't fix my truck for real this time. I'm so sick of car problems. They're like freakin STD's. Once they strike and once you've had one things can only get worse from there.

Ok so that analogy didn't really make any sense, but I'm pretty tired right now. I'm sure later I'll come back and edit that part out of my blog, but if I don't then its there for your sick enjoyment.

Well, its off to the showers, nap time, Mckell time, and lastly work time. Wish me luck ;)

The End of Summer

So it is truly a miracle that I'm here today able to blog. You see, for the past while now I have been chain-ganged onto the paving crew and forced to work (pardon the French) ungodly hours. All the over time is nice, but it gets pretty ridicilous when you start work one night, finish the next morning, sleep for a few hours, and start again in the night. It seems backwards to me, but they pay me to dump trucks these days, not to think, so thats all I'll say about that.

Onto happier things though, oh wait there are none. Life is full of nothing but work and overtime and (once again, pardon the French) fat-ass paychecks I can't do anything with because I work so much. I never thought I'd say this, but it'll be fun when summer is finally over and I can settle down, spend some of the cash thats burning a hole in my wallet, and have a nice cool relaxing winter full of thrills and good times, long nights out with beautiful women (or just one in my case), and a scrapbook of memories. Until then though, the work and hours will continue to suck, and I will continue to work my life away, grasping for the happy moments that always seem to fade away....