Saturday, July 11, 2009
Week things shall be made strong
Hello dear readers. I'm glad you came by. What a good week. It has been a long week and I don't really feel like I've accomplished much. A good friend of mine is getting his temple recommend back next week. Isn't that awesome? You see, he has struggled with the same things I struggle with, but almost 10 times longer than me. So that's happy! I had a date tonight with Holly, and I've gotta say that I've never seen a date go so well. I doubled with my roomy, Brandan. It was his second date with the girl he brought as well. I was getting nervous because Holly was late and Brandan was late. We were cooking pizzas and trying to throw everything together at the last minute and that's killer for someone who worries about everything. Anyways, Holly showed up and the pizzas got finished and we loaded everything into my cooler and hopped in the car and got Brandan's date and went to the Historic Brigham Park at first avenue and state street or something like that. Anyways, we had a picnic in the park with pizza and salad and stewart's key lime soda and we got there right at the right time to get good seats for the free concert (Nancy Hansen) at 8 and the concert was good then we played a fun game and walked back to the car. Just everything went well. Great conversation, great food and entertainment. No stress or anxiety, just good relaxed fun. The hardest part is admitting that mom was right about Holly: she is amazing. Oddly enough a girl from the ward called me this week and asked me to a concert for tonight as well. What would be the odds of me already having a date planned?? So maybe next week or something. Anyways. That's been my good week. I think I'm going to the temple tomorrow (or today if you go by actual time). Goodnight then, I best be off.
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Mom's always right - at least sometimes. Glad you had a good time. I'm keeping my fingers crossed - that's my only hope now that the missionaries are gone. Love Ya.
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