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this was my targeted google ad yesterday. it’s nice to know that jesus loves me and i can find the purpose for life online.

my younger brother, matt, was called on an lds mission to porte alegre south brazil in 1996. a few weeks before he was to enter the mtc, he decided he’d much rather dedicate those two years of his life to drinking beer. my parents weren’t too upset, they had three more boys to get it right.

fast forward to the year 2006–he is married in the temple and has provided my parents with twins to spoil. this unselfish act has given me at least a few more years before i’m expected to make them some grandchildren (thanks matt!!). the company he works for frequently sends him to brazil, he’s logged enough time there he’s 1/4 of the way through a mission.

my brother’s god is a funny one.

we celebrated aimee getting old with dinner at trio. sometimes it’s fun for us to take our favorite punk rock couple to yuppie dinner locations.

ben came along to haul our drunk asses around, what a good brother (see ben, i appreciate you!). however, he thought it would be entertaining to drive us in a oversized, loud truck. of course he was the only one who found it at all funny. he had to coax me into it with promises of beer…it worked. we ended up at the twilite, and surprisingly we weren’t the only ones there this time.

we continued the celebration today with a trip to yuppie-bux and an afternoon adventure at target. welcome to old age, aimee!

I don’t know which is better: my love life, or the new cast of dancing with the stars.

It’s too close to call at this point.

my co-worker, gray, is a supervisor over three women–apparently this title is going to his head, and his bible.

while out riding last night jb and ak stopped at a gas station for a quick break (wimps). they were sitting on the grass next to a beastly old pick-up truck when the owner, having more inked skin that not, started yelling “move away from the vehicle– you’re lucky I don’t have my nail gun with me.” he then proceeded to make some sort of sound effect, which i imagine he practices at home after one too many cans of natty ice while watching cops re-runs.

and they wonder why i refuse to bike, i’d much rather pick up my creeps via the internet.

mixing it up a bit, aimee and i met at yuppie-bux today to discuss our love lives (definitely a conversation that must be fueled with caffeine). we sat outside and enjoyed the lack of pan-handlers and car wrecks in front of us that our usual location provides. the only person that caught my eye was a man of the cloth wearing a cell phone on his hip. a direct line to god to report my bad behavior was the first thing that came to mind. i didn’t want to offend (imagine that!) so i decided to be wary of my language. when discussing relationships it’s often hard to drop the profanity. needless to say, the conversation hit an all-time low today. i damn well better make it to heaven for that!

obviously i’m using the word adventure lightly. here’s my favorite (read creepy) message received this week:

But I am determined to find a way to meet women, so I shall keep writing these letters tell the cops come. I work in construction as a finish carpenter in park city, so if I come home with somebody from work you should be worried. Hope to hear back from you soon.