Hey people, how's it going?
So things are going well here in Napanee. Just the same old, same old.
So this week nothing really exciting happened. We had P-Day. Then on Tuesday we had Zone Conference in Ajax. We had to take the Brockville Elders and head to Oshawa to spend the night there, which was okay. Everyone went to bed at 10:30, but I couldn't get to sleep because of my insomnia, but hey, life a snitch like that, isn't it? At Zone Conference they told us about the 'Big Brother' boxes installed in our cars and how they watch our every move. Part way through, they had a quiz, and anyone who answered a question got a chocolate bar. As soon as I found that out, I answered a question. Then after that portion, the guys from Salt Lake started talking more about it, and then one of them asked a questioned, which I raised my hand for (I think the question was rhetorical, but who cares). He picked me (I was the only one with my hand raised), and I answered. Then he was about to continue, and I asked if I got a chocolate bar for answering the question. I got it. Score. Later he came up to me and asked if I got two chocolate bars. I said yes, and that one was uneaten if he wanted it back. He said he didn't care, he just found it funny how I got it. Double score. So all in all, Zone Conference wasn't too bad. We also got to see a lot of our friends there and have fun. The only thing though was that I couldn't fall asleep for the life of me without arousing suspicion, so that kind of sucked.
When we had PEC later than night back in Napanee, we got onto the conversation of undercover cops. I then said that they were cheating when they didn't have anything marking their car as a cop car. Even if they had dark blue lettering on a black background, that's cool, but it's not like we're dealing with the CIA here. I said that was cheating, (just having some fun), and the 2nd counselor got mad at me and went on one of his rants. Again. He and his wife don't like me too much. The Branch President raised his eyebrows, then had to keep himself from laughing at it. I ignored the dude, said it's still cheating, then finished our report and headed out. Boo-yah.
Wednesday was the usual, except we didn't have district meeting, so we just did our stuff, such as beating Tripp and Barry at Euchre.
Thursday we went to visit people, like usual. I've gotten some complaints about my blog being too quick or boring, so I'll try spicing it up. I'll talk about trying to visit Bob and Victoria. See which form you like best.
Mystery: We pulled up to the the house, only it wasn't a house. It was four apartments inside a old run down house. A way to make money. A way to keep people bunched up together. Like livestock in a pen. I didn't like what I saw, and what I saw, I didn't like. We got out of the car. Tripp took a few extra seconds to get out. I was concerned. Did he have second doubts? I hoped not. We only had one chance, and tonight was it. Walking up the front steps, I saw a man in the doorway. He was smoking it up, like a fish on a bicycle. He had shifty eyes. I didn't like him. Not one bit. Then a car pulled up. His ride. I could tell by the way the guy honked. The doorway man flicked his cig onto the ground, crushed the dying flame with his foot and walked to the car. As he was getting in, he gave us one last look before closing the door. I was going to do something about it, but then I realized that to get inside the building, I had to go through three different sets of doors. What was so important that they kept it behind so many doors. I didn't know, but I was going to find out. As we walked in, there stood a dame. You could tell by the way she held herself, like she thought she was better than the male race in that tight skirt of hers, and that low cut top. My partner said hi, just to be polite. I don't know why, but I knew that she was trouble, so I kept walking. Not my business. I had bigger fish to fry. As I looked back, I saw my partner following me. Good, he didn't take the bait. We need more men like that. Men who think with their brains, not with their hormones. He's a good man. I'd hate to lose him.
Medeval: And the squire Tripp said, 'foresooth! There are three flights of stairs, and three flights of stairs there are' they the brave knight and his peasant boy did venture forth. Up the unforgiving steps, the knight and his boy did fly, in hopes of getting to the evil wizard's lair on top. Upon reaching the top, the knight Stubbs did proclaim victory in the climb, and there was much rejoicing. Setting came, our brave young heroes devised their plan of attack. They hoped it would take less than a hour. Brittle Barry, or as commonly known throughtout the kingdom as the 'Old Mouth', require their skills in conquering the new age box that he called a 'com-pu-ter'. If anyone knew how to do it, it was them. Before them was the gate to the lair. The heores had been told than they would have to knock and ask to seek an audience with the evil wizard Bobert. And thus the squire did knock three times, and three times did thee knock, until they heard the foot falls of the wizard's mistress. 'Foresooth!' she proclaimed 'The wizard is not here! Alas, you have come too late! He foresaw thou coming, and has fled to his cousins's castle, in yonder town!' The knight cried 'Verily, I say, dammit! We art too late squire!' And the squire wept. 'But fear not!' stated the mistress, 'He shall be here before the Sun's day. I shall tempt him and keep him here, so thou can destroy the evil spirit within, and save the man I love, and the father of my unborn child!' And there was much rejoicing.
So that was our Thursday. We also helped Barry with his computer and showed him how to do things. And it was slowing down a lot, so I fixed that too. Not too much happened besides that. Also, I'm running out of time, so I'll make the rest quick.
Friday nothing exciting. We saw Marie and read George the paper.
Saturday nothing. We had dinner with a member family and played Jumanji with them. It twas fun.
Sunday we had church, like usual, but this time I had a killer headache. A member gave me some medicine, so it stopped it from progressing to a migraine, which I could feel coming on. We went and brightened a few more peoples lives, and then tried stopping by Bob's. I won't go into much detail, but he was dropped, so the evil Wizard Bobert still lives. Blame the squire. Also, George and I won at Euchre, again.
Well, there's my week. Hope you enjoyed yours!
Stubbs
