mmhmm Colorado

Queso...I took an hour this morning typing out a post on my whole entire trip to Colorado. Somehow, my computer became unplugged without my knowledge and after a while it shut itself down because my battery sucks. I was extremely aggravated because when I logged back on my whole post was gone, and normally my computer will bring the pages back up when you plug it back in...something fishy went on as far as I could tell, but regardless of the idea I had this morning to never write a blog again due to that aggravating situation, here I am for your entertainment writing a blog probably of equal length as the unsaved one this morning. Btw, if any of you know how I can save a blog as I write, that info would be greatly appreciated.

As for the trip, I can't remember how I wrote it this morning, but it was fairly backwards. It’s never fun to write the same thing twice, and I am better at just letting it flow anyway, so here I go. Enjoy my rambling.

The flight there was ok...I booked for first class, because I thought that is what my mom told me always to do...however, she forgot to tell me that it's ten bucks more...so I changed my booking to coach. The guys I sat next didn't say a word to me the whole entire flight. I had the window seat, but by the time I got there one of the guys was already sitting there, so I figured I wouldn't put up a fuss and I'd just let him have it. I sat in the middle, both of the guys were working on their laptops prettymuch the whole time, and used both of my armrests...now I know I'm not large or anything, but it would really have been nice to use at least one of my own armrests...that was one of the most uneventful flights I can remember, oh! Save the half hour of it where "My Name is Earl" was on. That was pretty cool. I had no idea that was an ABC show, I thought it was just a little low income show of some sort that Brandon and Justin accidentally stumbled upon on the internet...I guess I was wrong though. Sometimes I think I get dumber if I don't watch TV. I never know what’s going on in the world if I don't.

Anywho, my flight got in at about six, and my aunt and I walked past each other a few times before we saw each other...then we moseyed on outside into prettymuch the coldest weather ever...about 4 degrees or so, and went to the gas station. I froze my dang hiney off as I learned how to pump gas...I thought that would be an exciting experience, but for those of you Oregonians who have the same misconception I did, I have to let you know it really wasn't that fulfilling. I actually was highly unfond of having to stand out in the freezingness and wait for the stupid thing to stop. Its hard to top it off...you can't get it really to the exact amount you want. When we got to their house it was about 7:30 and the boys hid for about point zero five three seconds before colliding with me at the front door. They were excited to see me and they immediately took me back into one of their bedrooms to show me an accomplishment of theirs. They had built a Lego house, like we used to do in the olden days, except when they were done they realized they had forgotten the door...so they decided that the Lego house was actually a secret mad scientist layer that their mad scientist Lego men had been stuck in for the previous two years trying to invent creative ways to escape. Even though there was no ceiling, apparently there were invisible walls that went up two hundred feet in the air that the Lego men could not climb, so regardless of the fact that to the naked eye it looked like escaping was a synch, in all reality there was no way. Legos are amazing. Amen.

They went to bed and my aunt gave me the hookup with her amazing wireless internet. Her and my Uncle went to bed around ten, and I stayed up with my sweet hookup on the net way past midnight. I attempted to cuddle with their abnormally large gaseous Boston Terrier Jasper, but at a certain point the stench of his heiny outweighed the benefit of having something to cuddle with and I had to shove him out. This was the night of my NDE, which really wasn't that bad, and no there was no way I could have dies from it, but I am telling you it was very scary. Apparently according to my mother it was "a rare form of Hypoxia" which sounds quite ominous, so I decided I would let you know what her diagnosis was, since it makes it sound so scary.

Friday morning I woke up at about eleven, and my aunt gave me a tour of the town and we talked out the details of what my life and responsibilities would be like if I decided to take the position. We got back home at half past three, around the same time the boys did. We played around a bit and after dinner we played a few games of "greedy", a dice game at which I apparently am the suckiest person ever. Perhaps its not my fault though, because every time I went to role Kristjan would chant some form of Hawaiian word curse over me...at one point Nic started chanting "lama lama lama over everyone though, and apparently that was a good luck chant granting multiple sixes every time it was chanted...it was fun, but I lost miserably. Once they went to bed I was bored out of my mind again, and I got on the internet and tried to entertain myself.

The next morning, I didn't get up till almost noon. I got ready and my aunt took me out to lunch. After that we went to a craft show that reminded me of Saturday Market, only smaller and a bit more upscale. That night was the so-called soccer party. We went to prettymuch the richest people I have ever met thus far in my life's house. The children were sent to the basement to play while the adults enjoyed plenty of adult beverages and awkward small talk. I was a bit uneasy at first, but after people had "loosened up" a bit they all seemed really nice and although I didn't pipe up much, I listened to a few interesting conversations, mostly on plane mechanics, airline procedures and patent laws. We arrived at around six, and finally at ten the "soccer meeting" part of the evening began. I have never seen so many "civilized adults" squirm in their chairs like small children having to pee, "waiting" their turn to share their "opinion" in such boisterous, threatening ways. One moment they were all friends and the next they were about ready for WWF because of things dealing with the board and U8 and U9 and Steiner’s and boys and girls and less than fifty and more then a hundred and somewhere around seventy five and coed and snow and two days a week and three days a week and coaches for the coaches and Dan Rather or someone. I have no idea what on earth they were talking about, but every time one of the above words/phrases was mentioned, someone almost committed suicide or murder. At around eleven the children were called up from downstairs to sing countless numbers of less then well practiced Christmas songs before they were allowed to open all of their millions of presents. Finally we left. That was an interesting night...or not so interesting.

Sunday we visited a church in Genesee, which is about twenty minutes from my aunt’s house. My aunt is Lutheran, and she informed me that the service we attended was more Lutheran then her church...I am not sure how I feel about that. Now I have nothing against the Lutherans, but there is something about the mix of that the shear hugeness of the church and the "hipness" that the church body seemed to portray that didn't really entice me. I liked the sermon, and the Pastor definitely isn't afraid of offending the body, which I admire him for, but we went to third service, and I could definitely tell that it was the third time the man had been emotional about the same subject in the past day or so. I will probably go check it out again, and they have a college group so I will call the pastor dude and see what that’s all about. I think the hardest part for me is going to be making friends. So, if y'all could pray that God leads me to a good group of people, or even if you could inform me of a neat church somewhere west of Denver, it would be much appreciated. Thawnk yah.

Btw, I guess the point of this post was probably supposed to be letting you in on what my decision was, and I am fairly sure the answer is...dun dun dun...I am moving to Colorado. It seems like a good sitch, the kids like me, they aren't brats, lots of good stuffs can happen there. I am planning on leaving somewhere around the twelfth of January and I will be back probably at the end of the summer, but perhaps the beginning of summer if my life sucks.