a week in the life of

So Monday, Zach and I go to the gym. He plays his basketball, I go for a swim. Instead of my usually mile straight routine I switched it up and did some sprints and even kicked a few laps. Lame. As always I get out before Zach does and go cool down while coming up with some ideas for our next website project. Zach comes out twenty minutes later and we make to leave. Just than a tall gangly fellow comes in asking for a wired magazine. We had been parousing a different magazine and replied that we had not seen a wired magazine. To which he proceeds to tell us he is a computer programmer and that "we are going to take over the world." Not finding what he was looking for he starts to leave the room and turns and blurts out "come here, let me get you guys some free stuff," striking at Zach and mine heart strings instantly. We follow him out to his bag and he pulls out some ski gogles. Holds them out to us and tells us to go put them on outside. Zach had just finished his third or fourth game of basketball and I had just swam a good distance, needless to say we were sweaty and after pointing that out to the gnarly dude he would just say, put them on, now stare into the sun. It was kinda bright. Meanwhile he goes inside the building and talks to the receptionist for about 5 seconds before coming back out. He is wearing a pair of Ray Bans and has another set of glasses on his head. Comes over and starts with how he has worked for Audi, Disney, Lamborgini, and now is the third man for Zeal Optics, something about how cool zeal optics are and then "See these ray Bans.... all crap!" and then tosses them onto the sidewalk and slides the zeal optics down over his eyes, real cool like. I pick up the Ray Bans and start checking for scratches before he asks for them back. This is were I failed. I should have remarked about how crappy they were and how I was going to give them to my cat or something. But as I was lacking in the clever at the moment I let the Ray Bans slip out of my fingers. Zach of course saw the opportunity to jump on the goggles and after some minor comments the salesman gave us an email address chicken scratched on a ripped piece of paper, we made loaded up our goggles and left. Getting back to the house we immediately did our research to find the goggles each running about 150 big ones online. I have a feeling we both made out winners of the situation. Dude won in the sense that we are now loyal promoters of Zeal Optics and their unbeatably awesome goggles. And we came out winners having walked away with some sweat new goggles that Zach and Kristy had already made plans to go get before the first snow fall. That was monday. Crazy.

Wednesday I managed to jump back in the pool and pull out a hundred laps straight. Counting laps with every breath as I was to insure accurate swimming. Its more a challenge of mind as it is of body. Around 30 thrity you go through this breathing struggles where you pull in small amounts of water that require coughing during underwater exhale. That problem runs on for about 5 laps. About lap forty you can start thinking, well if I am going to eighty I am halfway there, which is nice to consider. Fifty to sixty you consider each arm movement and reasure yourself that anything you are feeling will soon be done as you are almost to seventy. Seventy laps measures out to be a mile in a yard pool as is the usual goal. Upon reaching seventy I just made a choice to do another flip turn. Whats one more... the wall is coming up quick, time to flip, or do I stop....I will have to do another one just to get back to this side of the pool and end on an even number of laps.....flipped. Started swimming, than it came to me... whats 30 more. 30 breath... 30 ....breath....30. And so the counting down began. All the twenties took forever, the teens went quicker and bam I was done. 100 laps.

Work was slow as I search for a new web designer. No one really replies to many of my emails. Our old web designer is MIA in romania. Kinda sucks. The show must go on.

Friday night involved an interesting singles ward campout. I could go on all night, but in interest of my sleep, ill give the abreveated version.....
drive up: almost died,
food: only if its off a hot dog roaster over flame,
night hike: scaring foreigners and light time photo fun, fireside: spiritual message that led into communism jokes leading to cheesy jokes leading to everything was funny leading to a true canadian blood melting fat telling stories with fire glow lit face,
sleep: frosty starlit sleep in a happy face sleeping bag on a bright pink tarp,
breakfast: yesterdays frosted watermellon slash black bear food,
morning activities: dont matter what we play our team old men won it all,

And like that it was done. If you want the extended version, let me know.

Puerto Rico for five saturday night, doubloons please...
Sunday was nice and relaxing, got caught sleeping during priest quorum, everyone was looking at me as I was to give the closing prayer. It was a good prayer. A little linger longer and next thing you know I was wrestling in the part with the nephs. Have a good week everybody.

To hell with them, heres to us!

The world keeps on turning as each day beckons us forward to a new string of thoughts and feelings. Having recently experienced a paradigm shift from an in depth social atmosphere to a introverted contingency of personal reflections and ass-pirations, i have been rather emotional about the whole thing. But i think we can all agree that paradigm shifts can be a good thing. Especially when coupled with the right tools to handle the trip. One tool I found comfort in were the recent words from Elder Holland at this last weekends CES broadcast that really torqued with my soul. He opened with one of the prophet Joseph Smiths jail experiences and quoted many who have refered to that time as a temple of sorts. Encompassed about by misery, darkness and hatred the prophet received some of the most loving and kind words of scripture. Throughout the talk Elder Holland wrenched on the singles with the constant flow of love that he has for us. All the while constructing precise bullet points of the key points he wished to get accross to the singles. Refering to our own darkest hours and with reference to Gods love Elder Holland spoke: He does hear us, he does feel us, he is there with us, where he has always been. Elder Holland later gave a reminder of how it could be worse, the which he backed up with deep understanding of how on a bad day you are in good company, the best of company in fact. Toward the end of his discussion he measured out heavens kindess with the words: Bad days come to an end, Faith always triumphs, and that heavenly promises are always kept. And to finish it all off he gave everyone there an apostolic blessing telling us to hold on thy way, fear not, God shall be with you forever and ever. Truly strengthening words he spoke and they shall not be forgotten. Again the world turns and sleep beckons us in with hopes of a new tomorrow, a better me and a better you, and so good night, adieu.