Thank you Lord for the Rodeo

I would just like to take this moment to thank God for two of his finest creations, the cowboy and wranglers. You might be wondering what brought on this declaration and the answer is the Pleasant Grove Strawberry days Rodeo. I went on a date to said rodeo this evening and while the guy was nice I am not interested, however should any of tonight contestants want to give me a call sometime . . .. No seriously Rodeos are a great place to admire many great, good-looking expamles of manhood *sigh* someone sign me up, where can I get me one of those!?!

WRANGLER BUTTS DRIVE ME NUTS!!!

Utah sucks, no maybe its just mormons

So I serve at the Olive Garden here in Provo which one would think is not that bad of a gig. And it isn't really, I love the people I work with and most of the time I enjoy my tables. There is one trend however, that I have began to notice about the guests, the majority don't tip. Okay they do, but its like 10%. In California people would be embarrassed to do that here they think its normal. WRONG!!! Maybe I wouldn't mind so much if I made more than $2.13 an hour, which in case you're interested only covers taxes so my checks come with a lovely pattern of VOID decorating every inch of their surface. At least I haven't been stiffed since my first day of training. I guess the tips could be worse, but let's face it not much. And I'm not gonna lie, every time someone orders alcohol I get excited because I know that a decent tip will come off that table. So you see that cheap mormons have led me to a life where I encourage others to drink away their worries, and I recommend it too . . .

the experiment

So I signed up for this solely so I could comment on Shark's blog so this may well be the first and last post, but we will see, time will tell, and all that rot. I should be preparing for the lesson I have to teach tomorrow in Relief Society, but I am doing this instead. I am sure that when I am trapped in my personal version of outer darkness (which involves a trip to Wal-Mart) I will regret that I wasted this time that could have been spent strengthening my spirit and therefore saving my soul. But everythings a trade off now isn't it.

If you think the name of this blog a little odd you are not alone, it is a bit of an inside joke among the roommates and my gmail account. And oddly enough it is always available so I don't have to play the create a name game for an hour before I open a new account. I hate that game.