Bwahaha, Thanksgiving Break Begins

Sigh.

I love life. I have been so happy lately. "I love the gospel." I randomly shouted this at grandma's house the other day. In her surprise, grandma replied, "I love the gospel too!"
Let me tell you what I was doing over there anyways.

Grandpa Seable had taken me to the YMCA yesterday morning to workout (my dad had some kind of time-consuming task that afternoon that would leave him no time to take me). Afterwards, he decided to kidnap me to get some work done over at the family gathering place. My grandparent's primary house is meshed with my Jarvis cousin family's house. It's basically just one really big house. We always celebrate Thanksgiving there as a family, and we always tend to have a simply splended time. Even that one time when all of the tables full of food collapsed at random, we still had a grand holiday.

Grandpa wanted my help in moving and organizing stuff up in his big workshop on the... hm, let me guess... 4 acres? Maybe 2. I dunno; I'll have to ask. Nice, big, thick-forest-y property. Before we got to work on that, however, we ate a good, hearty, healthy lunch. After doing that, grandpa took a nap and I got some schoolwork done on their computer. Didn't do to well though without my books and notes; I regret taking that one Biology test. Eventually, we got up to the shop and got some of the clutter cleared out. The interior of grandpa's shop is just fascinating to me. There's tools, clay, wood, and unfinished projects just piled all over the place. On the walls and shelves old masterpieces stood and hung on display. Muscular humanoid scuptures, beautiful salmon paintings, ballet partners frozen in the middle of an impressive throw, and even an intricate sculpture of a fetus are found within in the cold, massive shack. We didn't get as much done as grandpa hoped before I had to get back (to prepare for mom's return), but we sure had a good time. I talked (of course) about his career choice.

I chatted with him about a lot of people I had already talked to, and as I let my thoughts go from my mind to my mouth, I began to see a trend. Many of my overachieving, spiritually strong, and wealthy role models (Uncle Reg, Uncle Mark, Uncle Dion, and Brother Preston Baxter) all have one thing in common: They are all engineers of a sort. Reg is an irrigation engineer. At least from what I know, he designs waterways and such for the city of Windsor, CA. Uncle Mark is an electrical engineer. I haven't directly asked him exactly what he does yet though; I had better do that soon. Uncle Dion is an airplane engine engineer and has never really had financial problems at all. He and his family lived a part of their life in Singapore; a wonderous, amazing place from what I've heard about it. Brother Baxter is one of my best friend's dad, and told me that his day to day work is designing bridges. These men live lives of high prosperity, diligence, intelligence, and faith; they are helping me in my attempt to seek my vision through their examples.

Okay, I need to let this out: I LOVE MY MATH TEACHER! Today Mrs. Howard called me and we discussed my math work sample (after all of this time). She told me that I did well and only needed to talk to her about it; the score after the phone call changed from 0/6 to 7/6! Now my math grade is back to normal, and I feel goo-ood.

Oh, grandma let me borrow a book (hahaha, ANOTHER borrowed book. Let's see... this is borrowed book #8, I think? How am I ever going to get any of these read?? Ha, that's what vacation is for, I guess). The book she let me borrow is called Think Indepenently by Chauncey C. Riddle. I am very excited to get deep into this book. This amazing scholar has his MA and PhD degrees in philosophy AND is LDS. The gospel+philosophy=SWEETNESS. Once I learn how to start thinking right, I'll be UNSTOPPABLE. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!

Sigh, I love philosophy. I guess that's what I've really been studying lately; not psych. That sort of thing has to do with the technical parts of the brain and whatnot, which is another branch of science. Philosophy, as Riddle defines it in his book, is "...asking and answering fundamental questions which cannot be resolved by scientific or mathematical means."

I am feeling so good right now. This Thanksgiving is going to ROCK.