Heart of a Lion

My CT heart scan results came back and I was pleasantly surprised. Doc Eells sent me a text message confirmingI had no plaque buildup in my arteries, and that I had the heart of a 20 year old. I immediately sent him back a text indicating that I was ordering a bucket of french fries and chicken fingers to celebrate. Admittedly, neither of us has an explanation for this wonderful news given my life-long propensity for meat and potatoes. And massive quantities of diet pepsi. I'm certain that when I die, my funeral will be sponsored by American Express, Diet Pepsi, and Outback. Attendees can only hope so since Outback is a few steps above mormon funeral food.



Off tomorrow to San Francisco to spend some time with insurance company folks at Pac Bell Park or whatever the stadium is called that the Giants play in. I do know this: the luxury box will be stuffed with shrimp, lobster, and bacon wrapped dogs. I don't think I'll sleep tonight just thinking of my little pigs in a blanket.

Jake's email this week was great. He is opening up a new area in Ecuador and has more appointments than available time. For a missionary, this is a wonderful thing and will keep him busy and pass the time much quickly for him. Amazingly, we are nearing the 7 month mark - the days, and weeks keep flying by. And props to Jake for wanting to know who is playing in the Hall of Fame Football game. Seriously, it brought a tear to my eye that Jake has maintained his love for football even though he is several thousand miles away where the word "football" means an entirely different and boring game - I'm speaking of course about the dreaded sport of soccer. Could there be a more boring sport? And whoever keeps time of the game is on someone's payroll. What is the deal with timekeeping in soccer? Players get "loaned" from one team or another. And how many championships are there?

I returned to Canyon Gate yesterday to play golf for the first time in 10 months since we bolted for TPC Summerlin. I was instantly reminded why I grew to dislike that club so much....on the 2nd hole, at 2:15pm, the cart girl was making "last call." The thermometer hadn't even spiked for the day, and the drink girl was leaving. This makes no sense at all. I was delirious by the 15th hole. Even more of a sin...The greens remain impossible to hit, and impossible to putt on.

Have a g'day