Thursday, August 27, 2009

the word on the street

It's been 4 weeks since I listed my house for sale. sold! Let's hope I get a new house before I'm homeless.

more to come...

Sunday, August 23, 2009

if it was true yesterday....

I received news this week that a girl I know has ended her own life. It wasn't her first try. Of course this kind of news is always very unsettling. After her first attempt, I had a long, long night trying to sort through my feelings. (I'm sorry for the two people who crossed my path.)

My conclusion was this: if what I believe about the plan of salvation was true yesterday then it is true today. Reading my scriptures that night, I found my bookmark on a chapter that teaches the Plan of Happiness, faith, and trusting in the Lord. What was true yesterday is true today and will forever be "the truth."

After learning about my friend's death this week, I wondered why I was given the life I have when there are others who deal with things I don't understand. I felt overwhelmed with my blessings from little things, like the butter in the fridge, to big things like the gospel and my family.

Coincidentally, in my studies that evening I read an Ensign article that taught the eternal nature of individuals. Each person has made the choice to accept life and trials in store for them to be able to come to earth. I was reminded that I knew and believed this principle and that "if it was true yesterday...."

Recently, I have run into difficult circumstances that take me far from my comfort zone. I have tried to use "if it was true yesterday, it is true today" to help me move forward. Unfortunately, I am an imperfect person. The direction and comfort I have found in my trials has come directly from the truth of the gospel.

I sincerely want to be a better person today than I was yesterday. I want to be the same public self as I am my private self. Luckily, I think I can try.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Cows, Pigs, Goats! Oh-My!

I went to the Weber County Fair to see my first demolition derby. Unfortunately, the derby sells out a week in advance. Fortunately, some guy gave us free tickets to go into the fair.

It turned out pretty well. I liked petting the animals. I also got an exclusive interview with the little girl who raised the blue ribbon goat named Libby. Libby had two pengoats (roommates). The child told me about them too. Apparently, goat raising is a family affair. The goat lounging in the back of the pen (avoiding the mainstream on-lookers) was named Annie. I told the girl that was quite a coincidence because I have a sister Anne named Goat. She just nodded in approval and didn't even crack a smile. It was funny because it's true. I liked the goats the most.

I have only minor regrets about the evening. They include things like: the crippled smallest horse in the world, the bird show, the bird show host, carnies, and not having previously involved myself in the social atmospheres livestock people have to offer.

Monday, August 03, 2009

I love....

I like this dog. Except when she farts.

I blew it at the "I Love..." posts. This will be the last installment of said posts.