Hate, hate, hate, loathe entirely...

Ok in all acutality I am in a really good mood... I just had "The Grinch" on the brain so that's why ya get the title. You were worried for a sec though weren't you? Yeah, I thought so.

So I started work this week. I got back from California and had one glorious day of nothing (but wretched unpacking) until Summer kicked in. See, for most people Summer is a time where you get tan, read books simply for pleasure, go on dates, have a little fling and yada yada yada. For us here in Bear Lake, summer is the busiest time of the year!!!! People drive in from all over the place and help us make our livelihood. I have the good fortune to have 2 jobs this year. One is with Garden City and the other is with the State Park. I am pretty much doing the same thing for both jobs but... one pays better and the other is more prestigious. At least on a resume. Maybe.

I digress.

So I've been cleaning and painting for the last 2 days getting the State Park

ready to go for the season, and today I finally had someone in the gatehouse with me! I reunited with AJ! And I met the new guy, Brad.

Of course my first question to AJ is "Is he good looking" but he said "no" so I wasn't overly enthused. But then Brad walked in. Don't worry, no angelic choirs started to sing and no fireworks went off, but he did look familiar. Please, don't get that one song "I've seen that smile somewhere before" from Saturday's Warrior stuck in your head.

I mean that I've actually met him before. 2 years ago at school.

I was kind of dating his roommate... ish... anyway, I met Brad. In my defense, he did have longer hair and a beard then... and I was interested in his roommate so.... long story short, I couldn't place him.

He, on the other hand, remembers all 3 times we met. That's right 3, and I can barely remember 1. *covers eyes and shakes head in embarrassment* but not only that, he remembers what we ate and talked about when I was at their apartment. I know!

I feel so lame now...

In other news, I bought this book "Alcatraz From Inside" when we went to Alcatraz last week and started reading it today. It's pretty much Jim Quillen, prisoner 586's life story. It's way good so far! But mostly all I think (well besides the whole "sheesh I'm glad I'm not

a robber or murderer or tax fraudist person") is 'dang, how come good looking

people are not so good looking wen they get old? ... does that mean that ugly people

will get beautiful?" .... I'll post a blog, er... blog a post when I'm dead someday and let you know. I am sure God will be understanding of our need for curiosity quelchers.