A Weekend Week

No one could be more lucky then I for I have had a weekend week.

What is a weekend week you ask? It's a full week of weekend activities.

Birthday parties both surprise and regular (for the same person no less), the rodeo, Tribond, dip dip, firesides, the air force, the Taliban, Red Robin, FHE, BBQ's, mosquitoes (all 19 bites, counted them all), parades, pony rides, bull ridin', bronco buckin', mutton bustin', cattle ropin', Pioneer Day, sun burns, pinices, attempts to set people up, wedding planning, and other such various activities.

Who wouldn't want to me after reading all of that?

I have not spent one night at home since last sunday without being out and about doing something until the very late hours of the night. Tonight is the first night that I have not gone out and done something with a bunch of people. I'm sure there was an activity tonight but since I dropped my phone in a cooler full of melted ice, a.k.a really cold water, I'm sure I would have gotten the invite. Or there was no activity because everyone is just as tired as I am.

I'm not that tired I guess because I'm still awake at almost 1 in the morning. Just finished reading Pride and predujice. I have to say there is probably no one that as had a better well rounded week then I.

I discovered that I enjoy being at the rodeo much more then one probably should but growing up in Idaho one can hardly blame me for it. Though I must inject that my favorite bull rider is from Temecula, CA. He got the highest score of any of the riders that night and he's from my mission. You can hardly blame me for professing nothing but undying love for him. Anyone that can ride a rampaging bull and live to tell the tale can hardly be considered unworthy of such devotion (I must remind my readers to read just about everything I put on here as if I speak with tongue in cheek. If I do write in a serious manner I will make sure to warn my readers before hand).

Pioneer Day was great. My dad and nephew were in the parade and my mom even ventured out. I must say having my dad be in the bishopric has been good for my family. They get out much more then usual. Though they complain a bit I remind them of the same things they used to say to me, "It's good for you. Builds character." It was awfully hot I guess it got to be 108 yesterday which for Idaho is very hot but I had the pleaser of helping where I was needed (that was the only real reason why I stayed after the parade, our ward was in charge for some activities) and I got to enjoy the pleasure of seeing a dear former companion of mine. It was one of the many tri-companionships I enjoyed. She and Sister Russell were the companions that took me in after I had been sent unexpectedly home from the MTC. I found out she is moving to Nampa and there was no end to my joy. I'm a little surprised that she would want to live here, but I guess she and her husband (who was a district leader of ours) liked it here that much when they served here.

The house is coming a long great though I am having trouble not being uneasy with the increase of bugs in our home. Flies are the least of my worries for I think I might have killed a hobo spider today. One of which I almost stepped on. If you do not know what a hobo is just know they are has deadly as black widows, almost as fear, and more in numbers. Ever since I killed it I've been feeling creepy crawlies on me all day.

Eich!

But other then that I have to say that my felicity (P&P words are great) knows no bounds at this present state I am at liberty to be in. :)