Aaron Hatch

Obligatory Appology for Never Blogging....

2011-12-01T00:49:00.001-07:00

This is strange.... It's been over a year since I've composed a post. I feel like a neglective parent. I know that no one was desperate to read the inner thoughts of this neurotic soul, but I think maybe blogging was good for me. I love to make lists, so...... I will now make a list of things that have happened since I last posted. (dont worry, a year can fit into 3 bullets.

I graduated from EA, and from Cosmetology school! I'm now a licenced cosmetologist and officialy an adult. I have a grown up job as a stylist at Oona's, a salon in Taylor. I love my job. Its so much fun. I've really gotten good at what I do. I think I will love doing this for the rest of my life.

It seems like my career is the only thing I love... ha ha. But seriously, everything else in my life kind of took a backseat. It tough to prevent that from happening when you sleep alone and have no friends and live with your parents so you can save up enough money to buy a house. Not that I'm bitter or anyhting... Its just, weird. I never saw myself here. Its definitely a change of pace. Which brings me to:

I'm looking to buy a place soon-ish.... In Tempe.

I recently got a new phone.... Its lack of "colorful" words that my old phone had learned has made life difficult.

Aaaaaaaand..... I think that pretty much wraps it up for my personal life over the last year. ha ha ha

Another One Bites the Dust

2010-10-12T17:03:00.003-07:00

Dear Readers,
How do I say this..... its not that I don't have time for you, Its just.... I chose to spend my time in different ways. Please don't misunderstand... there is no one else, its just, I'm so blasted tired after a long day of hair that I don't ever have time to write to you anymore. I am also forced to spend every waking literary moment writing pieces for my creative nonfiction class. I am doing well in this class. I just pretend that each assignment is a blog post. The only part I struggle with is the nonfiction part. I don't even know what memories I have actually happened and which I just invented. So here's what I do... Really boring stores, I jazz up all kinds with lots of detail and dialogue. And really sensational stories I tone down so that they seem more realistic. I think it all evens out that way. I'll post some of my more phenomenal work in future posts. other than that I'm just getting ready to go to Utah for the weekend. One of my old mission companions is getting married and I am blessed enough to be able to go to the wedding. I'm so excited!!! I can't wait to meet up with all of my Utah buddies and see one of them make this extremely important step in his life. (that's how I really feel about matrimony despite the title of this blog. Who knows... maybe even I'll get hitched someday....) So my friends, as another week begins I say: BRING IT!!!
Love,
Aaron

The L Word

2010-08-29T11:31:00.004-07:00

This morning I woke up cheerful and full of energy at the break of dawn, but after surveying my house and finding all three of my roommates fast asleep, I decided to bite the bullet and go back to bed. It was a sacrifice, but I didn't want to risk disturbing their much needed slumber. After a few hours, the roommate that sleeps in my room woke up and we told each other of the adventures of the previous night. He said some things that really got me thinking. Therefore, after many frivolous and insignificant posts, I would like to revisit the theme of dating, with this post, The L Word.
My studies among young adults in the North American region have indicated that when two youngsters (Generally between the ages of 19 and 27, but not limited to these age groups.) care for one another very much they participate in a cultural exchange of words resulting in a heightened sense of commitment. This practice is a strange and rare ritual, which very often leads to other similar rituals.
While some of this generations best and brightest have maintained a conservative and age-old respect for the aforementioned ritual, others of this study group have not. Therefore I pose this question:
When is it appropriate to use the L word? What are some pre.recs to the exchange? I'd like this to be as far reaching as possible, so please weigh in.

Awkward Family Pictures

2010-08-07T02:41:00.008-07:00

Some families like to take photos together in coordinating outfits. I think this is nice. My family chose to wear black shirts last time we took pictures, but I will admit, there have been some times that we made poor choices in what to wear for this yearly ordeal. There were some outfits that should never have been worn in the first place, let alone recorded for posterity by photography. (not to mention the fact that there were 5+ of them in one room at the same time... ouch, my retina!!!) I wont go into lengthy details, but one of my personal favorites of my family involves turtle-necks and matching vests.
Some of you readers may not have been fortunate enough to experience the humiliation associated with coordinating outfits... so here are some real life examples to help you imagine it.

Ironically enough, my family wore similar clothing in a parade once. don't ask... just don't.

Even the kids know this looks stupid. You can tell their parents are forcing them to sit through this embarrassing photo. Although; with a different backdrop and some elaborate costuming, this could have been a cool Lion King themed photo shoot. Good for you family of Simba!

Now this one if for you families that send out Christmas cards. Two important things to learn from this photo are: 1. Elves wear all black. 2. Its not okay to wear trashy lingerie to your family Christmas card photo. (Your Grandma is going to see this!!!)

Next time your family gets together, don't forget your matching vests and a camera!

Summer

2010-08-04T01:34:00.002-07:00

Where did you go sweet summer? Why have you fled? I miss your long days and cool nights. I miss the sound of crickets in the distance. I miss the rains that come at night, pounding on the roof. I miss the thrill of brilliant white lightning and the deep voice of its companion, thunder. I miss the sweet kiss of sun on my tan skin. I miss ice in my glass. I miss the tall grass and flowing creek. I miss the dinning room table heavy with good smelling food and glittering dishes. I miss the quiet time. I miss the laughter. I miss the anticipation of changing life. Where are you summer?

Welcome August...

2010-08-04T01:30:00.002-07:00

New Apartment... beautifull, clean, fresh, cool, convenient.
New School... exciting, chanllenging, fun, rewarding, exhausting.
New Friends... funny, charming, loud, inviting, wonderfull.
New Uniform... hot, uncomfortable, huge.
New Aaron... comitted, obedient, patient, happy.

Bucket Talk

2010-07-22T00:09:00.003-07:00

There has been an awful lot of talk about bucket lists lately. Much speculations has been laid on whether or not I, Aaron Hatch, have a "bucket list." I can confirm allegations that I do in fact retain a small bulleted list of things I would like to do before I kick the bucket. I am prepared to share some of the items that can be found in the original document which is written on the back of a sonic receipt that I keep in my glove box. So readers, yet again, I resort to a bulleted list:

Visit New York, not for any historic or patriotic reason, just to take in a Broadway musical and see one of those suspicious "geese" [cough, CAT MEAT!] you can buy in Chinatown.
Own a puppy, not one of those yippee, pee-on-the-floor kind, but one of the classy beautiful breeds with shiny brown fur and big dark eyes.
Buy insanely expensive jeans, whether or not I have the courage to wear them outside of the house is questionable.... we'll see. I tend to have nasty run-ins with chocolate when I get up enough courage to wear nice things around other humans.
Open my own salon, this one might be a shocker, but its actually in the works. I'll be licenced in 2011... Hopefully I can find some real estate that meets my extremely snobby taste.... (and is priced reasonably... remember I haven't built up any credit yet...)
Own my own home, (again with the credit thing...) But, assuming I get married (refer to post just previous this for details on the hold up) I would like to own a modest home that we can fix up together and then sell to build our dream mansion.
Learn to speak Italian, no reason, I just like it.
Appear on Oprah... Since she is no longer filming new episodes of her talk show, this will include inventing a time machine and me tricking Tom Cruise into letting me take his place.
Stopping the show with one of my frequent appearances in the performing arts. This isn't likely to happen, because people rarely applaud a performer for that long, and also because I only get to sing at the EAC Fine Arts Center. (affectionately labeled F.ARTS on all of EAC's student maps.) And Thatcher audiences don't really get into shows that much.

So, There are a few of the items on my bucket list. I hope to hear some of the things on your bucket lists in the future. Stay classy!

Disaster Dates

2010-06-30T01:43:00.003-07:00

Oh readers... It seems I've written so little lately. I'm sorry. Its not you, its me. (okay so its a little bit you... but mostly me.) But I just know you will love this new post. Its all about dating. Now, this is not a dating blog, just a brief expose of the dating world as we single folk know it. I guess I feel justified writing about this topic since all of my married friends with blogs insist on writing about the joys of married life, so it only makes sense that I, the single friend, should write about single life. While it may seem glamorous and alluring compared to the endless mountain of dirty diapers and the pressures of supporting a family, being single can have its down sides too. I introduce... the Disaster Date.
I was inspired not long ago by a really classy TV show of the same title on MTV. The whole idea of the show is to get back at a friend who has set you up on a horrible blind date by setting them up with an actor who's job it is to make this date even more horrific than the actual encounter you had. Like I said... classy.
But as I sat there observing these awkward blind dates, I couldn't help thinking things like: "That's not that bad." or "That same thing has happened to me!" and "I've had WAY worse dates than this!!!" Be careful, the disaster date has many disguises, so I ask you, my faithful readers, have you encountered these categories of Disaster dates?

The naive dater: This disaster will make you sit through a juvenile animated film (possibly for her second or third time,) whilst the movie you'd planned to take her to plays in the next cinema because she doesn't watch anything rated above "G." My advice: get her home before 9 before she starts getting drowsy and asks for a bedtime story.
The re-bound dater: Prepare for at least two hour of listening to a girl you hardly know talk about her recent ex.boyfriend all through dinner. If you're lucky, you'll get to see a picture and smell his cologne. yay! You should probably take advantage of the opportunity to let out some of your emotions over a past love and make a new BFF, because this potential relationship is not going anywhere.
The desperate dater: This date will consist mostly of her insisting you two are perfect for each other, ("We even like the same music! Oh my gosh!") and talking about those few wasted months she spent abroad chasing some exotic foreigner who clearly didn't want to marry her. Makes you wonder: Are you next? Where is she going to follow you? Is there any escaping this girl?
The complacent dater: The only signs of complacency dating a freakish lack of ambition and a hair brained idea to open up an on.line store of some kind. Beware, this disaster date may be on the prowl for a man to support her whimsical ideas and bizarre notions about politics and fashion.
The waster dater: This category includes every date that has ended platonically. You know, those dates that make you feel like you aged a year that night and your biological clock is ticking. The result is a dissatisfied feeling that you may have past your prime sometime during the evening, and no one even noticed.
The serial dater: Some dates are disasters in disguise... you may even consider asking this disaster dater out a second time, but you will soon find out that she's a text stalker. She texts and texts, and wont leave you alone. She asks, "what are you thinking about?" hours after being dropped off, and the text, "Good morning handsome! :D" appears on your phone like clockwork, even before your alarm goes off. You may be tempted to give this dater the fade, but when you implement your plan, the texting becomes concerned, then suspicions, then frantic, and finally angry. I'm afraid there is no escaping the serial dater. Just change your phone number.

Because my personal insights are so true to life, you might think I may be a little bit turned off to dating, but 'au contraire... In fact, I love it. By the way, any similarities between the above mentioned daters and real life situations are purely coincidence. I'm just a giver, and I want my fellow single Americans to be well informed about the risks of the disaster date. I really find our situation quite humorous. But, it isn't all too surprising I'm able to have such a winning attitude about the matter. This optimism is largely due to the good fortune I had in discovering the fountain of youth, Vanilla Dr. Pepper, (see, there I go giving again!) and my good looks will last forever. I have years of disaster dating to look forward to. However, for all those unfortunate singles who haven not yet discovered the anti-aging properties that only the mixture of 23 glorious flavors and carbonate water can bring, I'm afraid the disaster date may be your only hope. Happy Hunting!

Twilight

2010-05-29T22:09:00.007-07:00

Twilight. Changed. My. Life.

I know... I know what you're thinking, and yes, Twilight is a girl book, But when it became a worldwide best seller, I HAD to find out what the buzz was all aobut. Shortly after that, I read all of the books in immediate succesion and started an online fan club, ok, the second part isn't true... I dont know how to set up a web page. But I would just like to make a short post thanking Stephanie Meyer for her increadible contribution to my generation's culture. So...

Thank you Stephanie Meyer for bringing goth back to mainstream. I missed seeing leather clad teens paint eyeliner onto their faces and listening to emo music.
Thank you for letting us all know that some vampires don't even drink human blood. I can sleep more soundly now.
Thank you for dissipating the silly rumours that vampires have capes and pointy teeth. Knowing that they look just like us makes my life a lot easier, thinking about how these sneaky vamps could be anywhere... I mean honestly, I could be sitting next to a vampire right now and not even know it.
Thank you for destroying the bad a' persona that vampires had by introducing us to their sparkly side. I can't look at sequins without thinking aobut you.
Thanks for bringing back tweed jackets.
Thank you for letting girls explore the realm of fantasizing about pasty men. (Thats really helped my game)
Thanks for making it ok to bite.
Thanks for changing my life!

Blog Stalking

2010-05-23T23:50:00.002-07:00

Readers... This is serious. I've been faced with yet another moral dilemma. Is is wrong to blog-stalk?
Well, first of all, what is it even called these days? Blalking? Stalogging? I don't even know what this post is anymore! But the point is... It's an occurrence that is happening more and more frequently, and I for one, think that there should be some social standards about what is and what is not appropriate in the world of blog stalking.
I recently discovered a very funny blog, and I noticed a very prominently displayed patch of text that said: "even stalkers are invited to talk" and it got me thinking... If you blog-stalk, are you a stalker? I don't want to be a stalker!
Listen... I know what you are thinking... and you can keep your judgemental comments to yourself, because I know you've done it too. (How else would you be reading this!?!) So lets just get it all out there in the open.
I feel that when blog stalking it is appropriate to:

comment; but only if your comments are congratulatory, and/or complimentary and overall encouraging in some way.
become a follower of new blog. After all, how else would we make new friends?
laugh out loud at the funny insights and phraseology of fellow blog author.
write about thoughts that came to you while reading their highly informative blogs, as long as you don't bleal. (blog steal, for all of you unsophisticated, and blog jargon illiterate non-bloggers)

This concludes my recommendation to the state board of blog etiquette. But as for facebook... don't get me started!

Not your typical summer job

2010-05-20T00:27:00.002-07:00

Ok, so this is exciting.... This summer, I am teaching voice lessons! I am taking student on for the summer and teaching them everything I can in an 8 week period. Its going to be super legit! So... If you know anyone who is interested.... Pass them my phone number please!

Summer

2010-05-17T09:32:00.003-07:00

Finals, Homework, Studying, Class, Schedule.... These are all words of the past. You wont be hearing any of that crazy talk from me anymore. No sir, Nu huh. I am pleased to say that I completed another successful semester at EAC and am now only 12 credits short of my Associates degree.
I'll admit, I was a bit.... jealous, to see my friends graduate on Friday night. And I'll admit, it stings a little bit to know that I have friends studying abroad in Cairo, and in London. And I'll admit, it makes me see green to think of all of the fun things that some of my peers will be doing, going to Hawaii, visiting Mexico, re.visiting their missions, but I'll get over it. I'm sorry if you were expecting my blog to be converted into a travel log of all of my outrageous summer adventures. That just isn't the case.
What you may hear about is my intense desire to find a big.person.job over the summer, or my need to earn as much cash as possible. You might hear about my frequenting the local thrift shops, and the movies that i rent as a result of almost constant boredom. You might hear about how happy I am to be near my family. You might hear about how annoyed I am with my friends who are "studying" abroad. But only time will tell. So, however you interpret the word "summer," I hope you have a great one!

Photo of the Month: May

2010-05-02T00:02:00.002-07:00

Augustin Victor Casarola

Because "hate" is too strong a word.

2010-04-16T23:34:00.003-07:00

I've recently learned something new about myself: I dislike making decisions. I dislike having to weigh out my options and chose one of the scenarios over the other. I dislike deciding what to wear in the morning, because it includes choosing one look over the other. I dislike deciding what to order at sonic, because it IS possible to spend an hour there before pushing the red button. (Sonic is my sanctuary...) I dislike picking colors because no matter what, someone else will say: "I wouldn't have picked it... but it looks fine." I dislike editing the spring sing programs, because i have to decide which word is a better choice. (It also includes gambling on whether or not my boss is extremely attached to a phrase I decide to edit or change.)I dislike deciding which school to go to, because everyone knows that what school you go to is the single most important decision you make in your life. I dislike this post.

Photo of the Month: April

2010-04-03T23:16:00.005-07:00

Billboard
Peter Croteau

On stage the world looks different....

2010-04-01T00:00:00.007-07:00

Have you ever been faced with a moral dilemma? Ok... now imagine that you feel absolutely helpless in said situation; like there is nothing you can do to make it stop. That's how I feel.

Theatre is such a great way to express yourself, and I love how free it makes me feel to be able to be someone else, even someone who does and says things that I wouldn't do. that being said, I wouldn't chose to portray a character that did things that were insanely inappropriate or immoral, but I'm not sure how I feel about being in a show where OTHER characters do just that. Anyways, that's my situation.
Is it my responsibility as a performer to be an example or a role.model to my audience?
Is it my responsibility as a human being to stand up for things that are virtuous and pure?
Is it my responsibility to portray a world where people don't make mistakes? a world without sin or violence? without vice and cruelty? Is that dishonest in itself?

.....does it even matter?

HELP!

2010-03-18T20:02:00.002-07:00

I need help picking a song for the Gila Valley Idol contest. It is the 25th of March (next Thursday!) I need a song that is well known, but not necessarily the most played on the radio. Please send me your suggestions via comment of on facebook! (Please, no Lady Gaga.....)

All joking aside.....

2010-03-18T09:34:00.003-07:00

I think I should take a moment to let you know some new things about me.
I love to read, but usually I do it in short.lived, excited spurts that leave me with piles of un.finished books. Once they had to kick me out of the school library because they were closing. I didn't want to check out the book and take it home, because i knew I wouldn't finish it.
I usually don't untie my shoes when I take them off, but I almost always leave them by my bed at night, you know just in case there is a fire in the middle of the night.... then I can lean over and carefully untie them and put them on before fleeing the flaming remains of my home. If truth be told, I would probably miss my shoes and clothes more than anything else lost in a house fire.
I cook. Sometimes what I cook isn't edible, but I cook and I enjoy cooking. I also like doing the dishes after I cook. I feel like I didn't finish the project if someone else cleans up. I don't like not finishing projects.
I used to do a lot of art, but I don't have time anymore. I miss that.
I count my parents and my grandma as some of my very best friends. When I visit home I get even less sleep that during those crazy college.life weekends, because I am usually up talking to my mom into the wee hours of the morning. While I'm away at school, my grandma and I text quite a bit. She's really a great texting buddy.
I long to make a difference in the world, but struggle to find my niche in this effort. Sometimes I do things (or don't do them) in protest of actions and policies i find un.just, from time to time, I get involved in organized programs, but I feel like i can do more. I wish everyone had this attitude.
I watch programs on television that explain how things are made. It may not be very enriching, but it is informational. The latest was about how liquor is made.
I don't drink.
I don't smoke.
I sometimes swear. (don't judge me!)
I dislike biology very much. I know I'm going to have to take it for years before I get into Dental School, but I honestly do not like it. Sometimes I feel guilty for not having a hunger to learn more about the organisms on this earth, but then I remember that I've lived almost 22 years without this knowledge and I've been just fine.
I pray. Every night, before I go to sleep, I pray for the protection and safety and happiness of my family and friends. I know God hears those prayers.

Finally!

2010-03-17T00:13:00.000-07:00

Finally winter is over and I am out of hibernation! I am posting now, at this crucial time of my awakening, mostly because I am feeling very refreshed after my months of rest, and happy after a few days of spring break! It probably helps that I sleep in everyday and have absolutely nothing that needs to be done, (besides some lousy french homework, eh... who needs it?) but it probably has more to do with the fact that i am spending spring break at home with my family. It feels like I remember who i am again after I've spent time with them. Its also good to get to meet a niece I had never seen before, and see my littlest nephew that I hadn't seen since his birth, and get to catch up with all of the latest of town politics and gossip.
Speaking of politics: my town still exists! I was happy to learn that after last week's election, Taylor residents voted against being consolidated with the town just north of us. Yay! (I'm refraining from saying the "S" word for a while...)
My mom is doing very well in school and is well on her way to become a cosmetologist! I am so proud of her! Just to see how she fares in a school environment, I went up yesterday to get a manicure. She did a really nice job and seemed to really enjoy being at school. I think she's the favorite among teachers and the others girls, but that might just be my imagination...
I'm a finalist in the Gila Valley Idol competition coming up next week! You can see video of my preliminary audition here. I haven decided on a song yet but I've picked a few songs that I might sing. We'll see what happens. the 1st place prize is $1000. so, keep your fingers crossed for me!
Well, spring break wont stick around forever, so I better go get to bed and take advantage of it. Goodnight!

Oh November....

2009-11-06T20:56:00.006-07:00

October is gone, and although I didn't get to post all of the wonderful things that happened to me last month, I don't feel like I could accurately re-cap the events of an entire month in one single post, so..... unfortunately readers, you will have to use your imagination to fill in the blanks. Just know that it involved lots of singing, lots of school work, and lots of fun. (Not to mention some pretty impressive "Toy Story" inspired Woody and Jessie Halloween costumes...)
Over the years, I've learned not cry over spilt milk... so, even though I am disappointed at myself for going so long without posting, I'm optimistic about the prospects for the remainder of November.

for starters, November is the first whole month of fall... I love you fall.
then there's Thanksgiving, which of coarse means there will be pumpkin pie from my uncles restaurant "Trappers Cafe." I think you all know how I feel about pie.
some people think of spring as a time of new beginnings, but for me I think fall is the best time for new beginnings. maybe its because all the leaves and junk fall off the trees and you can see how much pruning needs to be done. But I mean even deeper than that, there is just something different about the crispness in the air and the smell of firewood being split, and kids playing football on the front lawn that makes you want to be a better person. (Jenny would call it "feeling the Autumn spirit in your heart.") maybe those should have been separate bullets....
crisp air
firewood smell
football in the yard
autumn spirit-y-ness
and finally, November is 30 days closer to Christmas than October was.

its true...

2009-10-23T19:12:00.007-07:00

i haven't posted a blog for two whole days, but don't worry, i did not contract the swine flu, (its been going around.) i've just been super busy campaigning for homecoming king. elections were today, and i feel pretty good about it. i guess the only thing left to do is wait for them to tell me that i won. seriously though, life has been pretty crazy recently. our choir concert is coming up and i'm really excited. i'm in a vocal performance group called company. we do lots of musical theatre things on stage and sing like its no body's business. its pretty demanding, but somehow i manage to balance my school, company, church, and my blogging pretty well. this week we got to see a meteor sprinkle. it was pretty impressive. (you can see a full report on this and other goings-on from these past two days on jenny's blog.) i'd like to express condolences to my dear friend megan who was blog assaulted yesterday. i guess some blog hussie was talking smack about her and megan had to finish it. so so unfortunate. here is a list of performance dates where you can see me and company in concert: october 29th at 7:30pm, october 30th at 7:30pm, october 31st at 2:00pm.

i know whats important in life

2009-10-20T21:57:00.008-07:00

i think the best part about to day was being nominated for eac homecoming king. i know there are a few people who wouldnt think of it as such an honor, or even care. i however, am not one of one of those people.

halloween divorce

2009-10-19T23:10:00.009-07:00

tonight was the institute annual pumpkin carving contest. readers, picture this: me, up to my elbows in slimy pumpkin guts, seeds flying everywhere, giving orders to my team of gourd carving experts. i am determined to win this contest! i push my hair out of my eyes with the unsoiled potion of my arm as beads of sweat form on my brow.

actually, this is the point of the story when i quit embellishing and tell you the truth. the truth is that we were so bent on winning this contest that we went online to get good pumpkin carving ideas. we found lots of interesting jack-o-lanterns, but the pattern we decided on was one of those swirly patterned ones where you don't cut all the way through the pumpkin, you just dig a trench deep enough to let light shine through the soft pith of the gourd. it looks pretty simple, but let me tell you, looks can be deceiving. its was a total disaster. finally we just decided to scrap that idea and cut all the way through... one thing we didn't anticipate was how cutting through a design that's all connected would make our jack-o-lantern into two almost perfectly equal halves. (which is great if youre anticipating a halloween divorce, but not if you want to win an institute pumpkin carving contest.) eventually we scrapped the whole project and decided it was a good time to get something to et since the line had gone down, but by that time they were out of hamburgers. we tried to sell two hand made pumpkin bowls for three dollars each so that we could go to sonic instead. no takers. by the end of the night i was actually proud of how our pumpkin turned out and decided to keep it. so we dropped it off at the apartment and left for thirty minutes tops, and when we came back....... you'll never believe it. (i won't blame you, because a good part of this post was fictional, but its not a complete fabrication i promise!)
PUMPKIN SHARDS ALL OVER THE ROAD!!! it was just like that one time when i was six and the exact same thing happened to me. except we got to light that jack-o-lantern.

at least there was pie

2009-10-18T22:01:00.007-07:00

to my loyal readers: i know how you've been hovering above your computer screen waiting for my promised, and long awaited, second post of the day. i will keep you in suspense no longer...

this was my sunday:

8:00- i awoke with a big stretch and a smile ready to greet my day with singing. (this is normal, i'm naturally a morning person.)

9:00- i drive over to brady's house to see if he was ready for church. it was really good timing. he wasnt awake yet and he still needed to feed his little brotheres, find them sunday clothes, and shower so that he could go to church in time to practice the special musical number he was going to be in. don't worry my loyal readers, i heroically woke him with soft sabbath words and the day was saved.

9:30- church begins:
sometimes being in a singles ward is like being in a meat market with twice as many girls and half as many good deals. other than being sized up by ill-postured girls and being subjected to lots of staged/uncomfortable displays of affection, church was pretty good. our sunday school teacher threw out jolly ranchers to everyone who participated. i really wanted a jolly rancher. in priesthood the instructor really gave me something to think aobut. all in all it was a pretty uplifting three hours...considering my free jolly rancher of course.

12:30- church gets out. i went home for a much needed nap.

4:00- dinner at a good friends house was fantastic. it was so good to get together with friends and have a good time laughing and talking. the best part was playing my new favorite card game "nines." yes readers, i'm good at it.

7:00- the returned missionary fireside:
tonights fireside was just for returned missionaries. i wasnt sure, but i had my suspicions that they might talk about eternal marriage. i wasnt dissapointed... i guess i can expect to hear about that untill it actually happens. at least there was pie.

sunday

2009-10-18T13:06:00.007-07:00

i could hardly lift my head off the pillow this morning. its probably because last night i couldnt sleep at all... i just lay awake thinking of future blog posts. the best part about sundays is that you can take a nap after church. i also wont think twice about making two post today, when normally two posts in one day would be entirely unacceptable. Nap = new day.

this is my blog

2009-10-17T19:28:00.016-07:00

dear blog, it all started about a month ago when my friend jenny and i were talking about this social craze that is blogging. alot of people we know have blogs, and i couldnt help thinking, why dont i have a blog? is it that my life isnt exciting enough to record in segmented posts on the internet? is it that i'm not funny or witty enough to produce a blog that would be "entertaining?" or is it that blogs are for people who are more... how do i say this, socialy inept in real-life situations? or...married. the result of this conversation was a resolve to bridge the gap between myself and the cyber savy. so....
this is my blog.