blogging once more...

so, as many of you may have noticed, I stopped Blogging for quite some time (close to a month, which translates to about 1,317 years in blogging time) but I'm back! I am one who must be in the mood to author words of sagaciousness (look it up) and wit. sure, I can crap out a blog in about 15 min. if I must, and I'm sure it wouldn't be terrible, but then again, who wants to read my crap... seriously?!

anyways! on to my subject for today,
as some of my Facebook friends will have noticed, I just returned from the land of milk and honey, that is to say, California. sure, one can argue theres close to 38 million living there, (compared to Utah with it's meager 2.645 million(which means LA alone has about 4.5 times the population as Utah)) or that the pollution is close to unbearable, or the fact that (as per most of the worlds understanding) California has "unsafe places" (Compton, Carson, east LA, West LA, South LA, North LA, LA, Hollywood, Inglewood, Oakland, Ontario, Oxnard, Long Beach, among others) but you know what, I honestly don't care. it's my home, I love that state, and theres no amount of coaxing that will detour me from that notion.

secondly!
I honestly don't understand why, ever time I am asked if I want to go fishing, I accept. I get perniciously ill every time I step foot on a boat smaller than a cruise liner. but still, the beef-witted person that I am, accepts. so this time I came prepared, I brought Dramamine! and of course it didn't work, all day I was chumming the fish, emptying my already uninhabited stomach. so, after a good 7-8 hours of vomiting, sleeping, waking, vomiting, and so on, I decided I wouldnt go fishing the next day. but to my surprise, I am awoken at 4:30 by my brother who says, if you dont want to go, talk to Dad, so I get dressed, and walk (groggily) to my dad's hotel room. (of course im playing it up just a bit, because obviously I don't want to do today) and he smiles and says, look what we got! and he points out, more (apparently more powerful) Dramamine, Ginger Gum, and wrist bands, which claim to undo sea sickness altogether, after seeing my fathers face, I decide to go, no matter how sick I might become.

so, there i was, getting on the boat at 6:00AM hoping and praying (as had become routine) that I wouldnt get sick, and I would have a good day, and as we set out, I feel alright, and after about an hour, I feel FINE! by thins time I should be thanking God that i'm not puking over the side of the boat, but seeing as how I dont often do as I should, I simply thank my heavenly Father for his blessing, and go get myself a GREASY, DELICIOUS breakfast sandwich. (eggs, bacon, toast, hashbrowns, cheese, and about a full gallon of bacon grease.) after this marvelious sandwich, I still feel fine! I fish for a few hours, and then comes the magic time of lunch, I still feel great, so there I go, get a double cheese burger, once again, saturated with wonderful artery floging... i mean clogging liquid gold, GREASE! and much to everyones suprise, im feeling great! so long story short... the Lord blesses you with the things you need, wow.. I should be the Gospel Doctrine teacher... ooh wait... lol

anyways! there you have it! a BLOG! feel free to comment!
yours always,
-Eric