Well our 18 holes of golf was a major fiasco. I shot awful on the front nine except for a beautiful par on the hardest rated hole of the course. It wouldn't have done much to brighten my day aside from the fact we were golfing for hot girls and if you won the hole you got the pick a chick from the list Jeff and I had come up with. So, that obviously being the only hole I had won (or would win,) I chose Sung-hee Lee (or 이승히, who was the first Korean to pose in Playboy, and although I pride myself on knowing all things Korean, I have to thank Kyle for introducing me to her.) Well the back nine started off quite a bit worse than the front and two thrown clubs and a string of mumbled and outright audible cuss words later I had my clubs on my shoulder heading for the club house. There was still probably like 45 minutes of golf for my friends to finish playing so I put my clubs in Jeff's truck and left him a note saying I was going to walk down the road to the gas station and get a drink and I would wait for them there. Well after about 20 minutes it started to rain and I just sat on the street corner in the rain watching cars. I took a picture of the storm after it had passed me and you can see it coming down. Then some random mini-van pulled over and asked if I needed any help. I told them, "No, I just suck at golf that's all." They gave me a weird look and went on their way. Well after another half hour in the rain I saw Kyle and Jeff drive by. They went to the intersection at the corner of the gas station and I thought they would turn in on the other side and they just kept going the direction of home. I waited a few minutes and realized they weren't coming back. I tried to make a call from a pay phone and it now costs 50 FRIGGIN' cents, which I didn't have. Well one thing led to another, I tried to go in a ton of places and get cash back on a debit purchase so I could make a phone call, and no place would do it. (Which is ironic because they always ask when I don't want it.) I found myself the next city over at a grocery store soaking wet calling Kyle. The first thing he says, "Are you still at the gas station?" I told him no, and was so infuriated after I hung up and realized that they had known where I was. But it quickly turned into fear as this blond leathery lady left the Coast Guard recruiting center and asked me if I needed a ride. I, instead of giving the customary reply of no, asked, "where to?" She said, "You can come home with me," to which I was so frightened I had to stutter a "no thanks." Let this be a lesson to all of us (that aren't attracted to aged blond leathery females) that we should never leave the house. One more guy in basketball shorts offered me a ride, but when I told him I lived in Layton said that was too far, which is okay since Kyle was coming to get me anyway. Turns out they couldn't read the note because I wrote it in pencil and it got wet in the rainstorm, but when it dried out they made sense of it. It was all a little unexpected. Needless to say I hadn't been so soaked through and walked that far (in Utah) since a fateful night in January when Jared and I walked out on our "girlfriends" at a party. Kyle, Tyler, and Sam left for Provo yesterday and Jared and Jeff stopped by on their up way to Logan for school today. With all my friends leaving me I have a feeling I will be updating a lot more (although the entries might contain a lot less.)
Wow... it's been a hell of a long time since I updated last. Life has been pretty typical. I got another job for Davis County School District as an ESL tutor for the Native-American population. I have yet to start that yet since school hasn't started, but I train next tuesday and will be working once school gets going. It's a stroke of luck landing two jobs that I am not ashamed to put on a resume and being able to do them at the same time. It's like a two for one special that doesn't make me any fatter. I had the day off today because I was originally scheduled to do training for the tutor position. However, when the training was scheduled I didn't go and get my hours back... but hey can you blame me? Jeff and I went and played the back nine at Glen Eagle to prepare us for the round we will all be playing at Riverside tomorrow. It wasn't an exceptionally stellar day for either of us. We did have some bright moments though. One of mine (pictured below) was a chip from 30 yards out that came to rest mere inches from the hole. Unfortunately my tee shot sucked so all it did was salvage par (and provide me with a photo opp, which is really all I have been waiting on to update.) I have been getting lots of pictures with the boys at work, but unfortunately none of those can go up. I also am trying to get a picture of this sign I saw in Pleasantview, Utah. It's a big banner around the city flagpole that says, "Get US out of the U.N." The 'US' is all in red, white, and blue, and is probably the best they could do to appear clever in a mindless town without television, cable, internet or townsfolk that aren't related to each other. I am sure I will probably update tomorrow after one of our final flings as the boys this summer. Please pray that I might win a hot girl in golf tomorrow.
One word can sum up the past week, HOT!!! When I first got the job I expected to be spending a majority of time indoors. Since I go with the boys on their summer job of mowing lawns I have had no such luck. When the week is done I will have work just a little ovef 60 hours which leaves me little time for anything else and makes the boys activity day on thursday my only real activity day too. We went to the Weber County Fair today. Once again hot... and boring. We watched some bears and if you can tell from his three foot tongue he thought it was hot too. I also came out looking like a reddish-brown apple. This saturday I have resolved myself to sitting "naked" under a fan to make up for the days in the sun.
Just when I get to thinking I am the only person alive who checks my blog regularly or semi-regularly I get a little feedback. Last entry I had previously posted pics of some of the boys I worked with and my mother and Llew sent me helpful reminder e-mails that it was probably violating some sort of client confidentiality. The moral of the story is surround yourself with extremely intelligent women who have common sense and the ability to forsee consequences. I was just so busy that when the boys saw my site and asked to be put on it I said sure without even thinking about what consequences that might entail. It get's pretty easy to get pretty mindless in life. Anyway I would like to give a big thanks to both Llew and my mom for their help and for still checking my site. I would hate to have suffered consequences as a result of my ignorance. What consequences you ask?
Well Laura put it better than I could, "Eeeep! He's going to get in trouble and be fired. Then his self esteem will be ruined and he'll never be able to get another job and he'll end up wandering the streets of Provo until the kids who live on 9th east start mocking him and throwing rotten fruit at him and he becomes so desperate that he thinks the only way to exist is to have people laugh at him so he'll end up getting a job at one of those pizza places where they make the kids stand out on the street dancing with the board that advertises their pizza special of the night." I like you to much for you too end up dancing on the street with a board advertising pizza! Thus, I thought I'd say something and if you think I ought to have kept my mouth shut then you can always tell me so :) (The Laura Letter, 2003, p.1)" (I think the ending up in Provo part shocked me into reality the most. That is about the last place on earth I want to end up whether I am in a crap job or not.)
The house next door to the home I am working in has a boxer. I am sure I make more trips to take out the garbage or sweep the sidewalk because I want to see the dog than anything else. A friend of mine, Brian, from my old job, called and told me a guy he knows is having a litter of boxer pups next month and he is selling them for about a quarter of what they normally go for. I am basically had. It's only a matter of figuring out finances to get myself one of the coolest dogs alive and avoid falling into the bankruptcy/debt statistic of the Bush administration.
