What in the hell is He thinking?!

Ok, Ok, now I know you're all excited to see that I have posted and can't wait to read what wonderful insights into life's mysteries I have gained over the last few postless months. Some of you may be so excited that you just peed a little--go ahead and get yourself cleaned up, I'll wait.

So life in the Fuller home this last summer has been busy. We went places, did stuff, saw things, had fun and blah blah blah. I am not one to live in the past so I will just go ahead and pick up where I left off. For those of you who may have read the last post I made some months ago you probably have come to the conclusion that I lack any sort of spirituality. Well I can't argue with that. Never have I once claimed to be spiritual. Well as it turns out the Almighty also caught my rant about storymony meetings as well, for He has seen fit to "bless" me with much opportunity to gain a bit o' the spirit lately.

Life has been busy lately. Ally has gone back to work teaching delinquents to carry a tune. I have gone back to school to try and educate myself a little more in the ways of the world. Business is business, busy at times and slower at others (thank goodness for small children and dogs who throw up in cars). Ally is set to pop out the 2nd born in early October and we have been preparing Janna by letting her take out her aggression on baby dolls instead of her forthcoming baby sister.

With all this going on somehow the Lord saw fit to call me as an early morning seminary teacher. Now I know what you're all thinkin: What in the hell is He thinkin?! I know, I know. In fact that was my first thought. But after a few weeks at waking up at 5 am every morning I have come to the conclusion the Lord pretty much plans to grind me into submission. It has nothing to do with my sparkling personality, my debonair looks, my witty charm, or even my keen intellect. Nope, teenagers at 6 in the morning really don't care about any of that. It all has to do with something else.

Ya know how when you're being bad when you're a kid and your parents tell you that someday you will have a child just like you? Well fortunately with Janna that didn't happen. But turns out when you are a seminary student your teacher says the same thing under his breath and somehow--whether because he has a closer link to the Almighty, or his volume of prayer is just higher-- his wish/prediction/prophecy actually comes true.

I am starting to get the hang of this whole teaching thing-- knock on wood. Things were better after I was able to convince the class that I was actually their teacher and not just a freshman they had never met before. Ya see, I have what one might call "boyish" good looks. For as long as I can remember (except for 2 years I spent on California and a stint in the oil field) I have sported a rather fashionable goatee. If you were to ask my high school football coach, he would tell you that I wore it to "cover up some of that ugly". Well I wasn't covering up ugly, just my chin. But there is a problem, after I shaved a couple weeks ago I couldn't find my chin! The damn thing had disappeared. I finally found it after I spent quite some time in the mirror stretching my face skin. Turns out it was there all along, being absorbed into my neck.

Well its near midnight, and I am not as young as I was 2 or 3 weeks ago. Perhaps if you are all lucky there may be somewhat regular posts on this blog. I am also on facebook now, but you will have to request to be my friend as I am WAY to cool to ask you first. Don't expect me to ever really talk to you on there either as I use it for really only two reasons: 1) To make sure my life is better than everyone I went to high school with and 2) I am addicted to the online poker, its my chief source for time well wasted.