Well, it’s almost been a whole two weeks since my last posting. I hope you all have enjoyed the slight reprieve from the madness. There’s just been so much to write I had to wait until I had enough time to gather my thoughts and figure out what items were really important enough to put on this here web log.
- First off, this English person I once met named Ruth Sharman Hall has severely reprimanded me for my constant bemoaning of my lack of social skills. Since English people should always be obeyed, my goal: Not to complain for the whole rest of 2008.
- Okay, could somebody please tell me what “lol” means? People use it all the time in all kinds of different places and I, for the very life of me, cannot figure out why. Advise.
- Concerning the recent presidential election (we’re going to have a new president, if you didn’t know), I’m really not too displeased with the choice of Brother Obama. I don’t know too much about his policies (another goal is to read a couple of books about him before January, if you have any suggestions let me know) but I think he’s a swell fellow (course, I could be wrong about that). Really, I think he’ll do a fine job. Which is in stark opposition to the many around these parts who think he’s the devil.
- So, I’m thinking about using Rogain. What do you say?
- Don’t worry, don’t worry, my Spanish Fork City Recreation League soccer team did end up winning the tournament championship. It’s good to see the Wright boys, after a couple years absence, ascend once again to the top of the soccer scene here in the Salem/Spanish Fork area. If you want a signed picture, just send me your address with $50.
(This is the championship team, minus Big D, right after our glory. Oh yeah, did I mention I scored the game winning goal. That's right.)
- I love teachifying. I love it. I have my bad days when I wonder if anybody ever listens to me (they probably don’t), but all in all, it’s a great job. I’d highly recommend it to anybody (as long as you don‘t hate teenagers).
- And finally, I’ve decided that janitors, when they die, are going straight to heaven. Really. I’m pretty sure there aren’t better people in the whole world.