An Update Of Sorts

I used to be jealous of those people who would announce, whether on Facebook, Instant Messenger or blog, that they were computing from their bed. That with laptop in hand, they were still able to view their favourite You Tube videos surrounded by pillows and comforters, lounging on a push, pillow-top mattress.

But today I realized it really isn't all it is cracked up to be. Yes. This post is coming to you from my luxurious room. With The Beatles smiling down (okay, not really smiling, more blank stares) from my walls and with old magazines strewn about the floor, I decided to mix up it up today via my old rickety laptop and with internet....um...."borrowed" from my anonymous neighbour.

But maybe I'm doing something wrong. This set up doesn't scream comfort, more hot, annoying,and definitely bordering on uncomfortable. I was definitely picturing something a little more cozy than this. But in any regard, here's today's news.

My dear Jenny was gone for twelve whole days, and I didn't even say anything about. The house was quiet, but manageable. Maybe I am finally coming to grips with the idea of maybe one day, long into the future, living by myself. My jet-setting roommate has giving me plenty of opportunities to practise living alone.

I spent the second half of my sabbatical fighting my way through a horrible chest cold. Tell me how someone who has little to no contact with the outside world can catch a cold? Sadly, the cold meant, once again, I wasn't able to organize any Spin The Bottle parties while Jenny was away. (I kid, I kid. I know Cuddle Parties are all the rage around here.) But thankfully my contagious nature dissipated well before Jenny returned.

In other news, well, sadly there isn't much. I still am an active member of Odd Todd's 'Secret Society of Unemployed People' (SSUP) and maybe coming to a realization that there seem to be a whole slew of out of work people just as qualified as me, getting all of the many, many, many jobs I would be fantastic at. But, I am trying to remember that it only takes one job. Maybe there is just a whole lot more planetary alignment that needs to occur before I can once again rejoin the working class.

I recently became the new Gospel Doctrine Sunday School teacher in our ward. I only mention this as a point of journaling and by no means to brag or encourage you all to attend my class. Surprisingly it is the one calling that I have not been able to put on my church resume, even after all of the time I have spent in YSA.

Believe it or not, but this August marks ten years since I moved to Lethbridge, and subsequently into the Victoria Park Ward. Yes. I have spent the past ten years in the same YSA ward. Sure, in a family ward, ten years is only a drop in the bucket, but in YSA transient world, this feat is unheard of. So to mark this rare occasion, I think I am throwing myself an anniversary party. Details are still being arranged, but please, feel free to come and celebrate this milestone with me!

Sadly, the laptop's short battery is getting dangerously low, so I must say goodbye. Besides, it's probably about time to get on with my day. My grandparents use to tell me "People die in bed." (which I still don't really think makes sense.)

Keeping my fingers crossed and wishing for good luck all around.

As Always,