If Pride and Prejudice Were on Facebook...

"Pride and Prejudice" News Feed

Charles Bingley is checking out real estate in Hertfordshire.

Mrs. Bennet became a fan of single men of good fortune.

Kitty Bennet has a cough.

Mr. Bennet is tired.

Nine of your friends are attending The Meryton Assembly.

Jane Bennet and Charles Bingley are now friends.

Fitzwilliam Darcy is so over this.

Elizabeth Bennet is tolerable, but not tempting.

Mr. Bennet politely requests that, next time, Bingley sprain his ankle after the first dance.

Mrs. Bennet joined the group Insulted Mothers Against Pompous Paramours.

Elizabeth Bennet would streak Meryton before she'd dance with Mr. Darcy.

Jane Bennet is attending A Girls' Luncheon at Netherfield.

Jane Bennet removed "riding horseback in the rain" from her interests.

Elizabeth Bennet is walking to Netherfield.


Fitzwilliam Darcy likes what exercise does to the ladies.

Elizabeth Bennet is tired of social niceties.

Elizabeth Bennet poked Fitzwilliam Darcy.

Fitzwilliam Darcy poked Elizabeth Bennet.

Fitzwilliam Darcy added "feisty girls with crazy families" to his interests.

Caroline Bingley wishes the earth would open up and swallow Longbourn whole.

Lydia Bennet is SOLDIERS SOLDIERS SOLDIERS!!!

Mr. Collins is looking to change his relationship status.

Elizabeth Bennet and George Wickham are now friends.

George Wickham is a fan of slander, but he's totally not intimidated.

Fitzwilliam Darcy is attending A Ball at Netherfield.

George Wickham is not attending A Ball at Netherfield.

Elizabeth Bennet would have preferred streaking Meryton.

Jane Bennet tagged six of your friends in the note "How to Go Out in Public Without Humiliating Your Family."

Charles Bingley changed his relationship status to "It's complicated."

Mr. Collins thinks his cousin's modesty adds to her perfections, and is thus by no means discouraged.

Mr. Collins needs a new place to crash.

Caroline Bingley will not be looking back on her way to London.

George Wickham is making excuses.

Charlotte Lucas and Mr. Collins are engaged.

Jane Bennet thinks London might make for a nice change of scenery.

Charlotte Lucas created the event Please Visit Hunsford Before I Strangle My Husband.

Elizabeth Bennet is on her way to the parsonage.

Colonel Fitzwilliam wonders why Darcy is dragging him to Rosings.

Mr. Collins is *thrilled* to be dining at Rosings, bathed in the generosity of her ladyship's spirit.

Lady Catherine de Bourgh must have her share of the conversation!

Fitzwilliam Darcy's heart is arm-wrestling his common sense. And it's winning.

Elizabeth Bennet joined the group Consider Civility in Declarations of Love.

Fitzwilliam Darcy tagged Elizabeth Bennet in his note A Faithful Narrative.

Elizabeth Bennet just is.

Lydia Bennet is following the SOLDIERS to Brighton!!$%@#!

Elizabeth Bennet is touring Derbyshire.

Elizabeth Bennet became a fan of Pemberly.

Fitzwilliam Darcy is hopeful.

Elizabeth Bennet is uncomfortable.

Fitzwilliam Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet are now friends.

Lydia Bennet changed her relationship status to hahahahaha-wheeeeeee!!

Jane Bennet tagged Elizabeth Bennet in her note Come Home!

Fitzwilliam Darcy joined the group Gentlemen Against George Wickham: The Sequel.

Mrs. Bennet is a fan of overwrought weeping in bedchambers.

Lydia Bennet and George Wickham are now married.

Lydia Bennet Wickham removed "keeping secrets" from her interests.

Mrs. Gardiner tagged Elizabeth Bennet in her note He's Not Just Doing This Out of the Goodness of His Heart.

Charles Bingley is headed back to Netherfield.

Mrs. Bennet wants nothing more than for Bingley to shoot her birds.

Elizabeth Bennet wonders why the silent, grave and indifferent bother to show up at all.

Charles Bingley and Fitzwilliam Darcy are attending Dinner at Longbourn.

Mrs. Bennet invites you to hang Kitty.

Jane Bennet and Charles Bingley are engaged.

Elizabeth Bennet removed "meddling aunts" from her interests.

Lady Catherine de Bourgh doesn't understand when people refuse to bow in the face of her awesomeness.

Fitzwilliam Darcy added "meddling aunts" to his interests.

Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy walked on without knowing in what direction.

Seven of your friends joined the group "Lizzy and Darcy are Getting Married!"

Mr. Bennet is quite at leisure.

8 Hours

Am I a good student? Sometimes, I don't know. I'm, unfortunately, a huge fan of doing enough work to get a respectable grade but not putting my whole self into the project. I think this comes from 12 years in grade school where I could skate by with little to no studying and end up with pretty decent grades. Did I leave high school with a 4.0? Nope. Do I care? Not really. And sometimes, it makes me wonder if I care ENOUGH.

Well, this summer, I have decided to change that.

While I'm in Cambridge, I have decided to dedicate myself (yes, REALLY dedicate myself) to my studies. Does this mean I won't have fun and know when to take a break? No. It's just that my pattern will be flip-flopped; normally, I play a lot and take a break to study. :) Not this time--I'm determined to put forth an incredible amount of effort, and totally kick butt in my classes. I know I didn't get into this program because of my grades. I got in because of the faith and confidence of my professor, and his stellar recommendation. So, I have decided to live up to his expectations and leave Cambridge feeling like I did everything I possibly could to live up to his recommendation.

To be honest-I'm excited about this adventure. It will be fun to see what I can actually do when I... well, STUDY.

So, Derek and I are going to test out President Brigham Young's advice: 8 hours of sleep, 8 hours of play, and 8 hours of work. Everyday (except Sunday) I will dedicate at least 8 hours of my time to studying.

Ok-I wrote it down.

Now it's official.

Check back with me in a few months, and I'll let you know how it went.

The Flower Fields

When I was in 5th grade, my mom took me to a beautiful place: The Flower Fields. 50 acres of stunning Ranunculus, one of my favorite flowers, cover the Carlsbad farm in California, creating a stunning view of color. I recently ran into a picture of Ranunculus, and made me want to go again. It's just gorgeous--take a look yourself!

For more information, check out their website.

Drop Everything

A fellow student of mine shared this spiritual thought in one of our classes today, from President Boyd K. Packer's talk "Teach the Children." It struck me, because I think a lot of people drop what they're doing to help others. And I hope I can do the same. Here's what David shared:

“Years ago I served on a stake high council with Emery Wight. For 10 years Emery had served as bishop of rural Harper Ward. His wife, Lucille, became our stake Relief Society president.

“Lucille told me that one spring morning a neighbor called at her door and asked for Emery. She told him that he was out plowing. The neighbor then spoke with great concern. Earlier that morning he had passed the field and noticed Emery’s team of horses standing in a half-finished furrow with the reins draped over the plow. Emery was nowhere in sight. The neighbor thought nothing of it until much later when he passed the field again, and the team had not moved. He climbed the fence and crossed the field to the horses. Emery was nowhere to be found. He hurried to the house to check with Lucille.

“Lucille calmly replied, ‘Oh, don’t be alarmed. No doubt someone is in trouble and came to get the bishop.’

“The image of that team of horses standing for hours in the field symbolizes the dedication of the bishops in the Church and of the counselors who stand by their side. Every bishop and every counselor, figuratively speaking, leaves his team standing in an unfinished furrow when someone needs help.”

Olympics

I love these commercials. I look forward to them every Olympic Season. Just thought I'd share one of my favorites. To see them all, go HERE.

GO WORLD.

Oh Elton...

I must say, I adore Elton John. His music is just so--feel good and happy for me. I love it. I'm listening to him right now, "I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues." Ahhhh....
One of the best CD's ever, right here:

Get your Education

I followed a trail of comments on a friend's Facebook today, and felt like throwing up. She, unfortunately experienced the worst kind of insult, in her own Relief Society. Before I continue, I must say this: I know that the greatest calling a woman can have on this earth is to be a mother. I am looking forward to fulfilling this role more than any other in my mortal and immortal life. I would never give up that opportunity for anything: career, fortune, fame, travel, convenience. None of that even compares with the beauty and joy that comes from being a mother.

But, with those words firmly placed at the beginning of this post, I must also say that being a mother does NOT mean that the rest of your life is worthless, fruitless, wrong or evil. Especially when it comes to improving your mind. Getting your education is absolutely essential. As President Monson wisely stated, just a few years ago, in 2007:

"Beyond our study of spiritual matters, secular learning is also essential. Often the future is unknown; therefore, it behooves us to prepare for uncertainties. Statistics reveal that at some time, because of the illness or death of a husband or because of economic necessity, you may find yourself in the role of financial provider. Some of you already occupy that role. I urge you to pursue your education—if you are not already doing so or have not done so—that you might be prepared to provide if circumstances necessitate such."

The women that I see as the greatest mothers in Zion pursued their education. Not all of them were able to finish, but ALL of them recognize the need to educate themselves in this life outside of diapers and the ABC's. They see the value in books, REAL books, not just Twlight and Anita Stansfield. They do their best to educate themselves in the happenings and events of this world we live in.

I feel bold enough (and angered enough) to say this: to those of you who believe that pursuing an Education is "a temptation" and evil, YOU ARE WRONG. A woman who is educated, smart, witty, and connected with the philosophies of the gospel through study, far surpasses those who stand idly by. Do I believe this should REPLACE being a mother? Absolutely not. I feel that my education will do nothing but enhance my ability to be a mother and send my children out into the world to change it. How can I expect them to change the world if I know nothing about it?

I know this to be true. I know that Heavenly Father desires His daughters to cultivate knowledge, to study, to read good literature, to learn science, history, art, all forms of education. The prophets, from ages and ages past, have taught this. I know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is true for many reasons. And one of them, is because of the equality we see in the Divine Nature of men and women. We know that all children of God have value and that all must stand before Him at the judgment bar and show what they did with the talents He gave them just as they will be accountable for what they did in pursuit of a family. I am grateful for both opportunities I have in my life: to eventually be a mother, and to cultivate all the knowledge I can, so that I can become more like my Heavenly Father.


Counsel SPECIFICALLY to Women

“Seek to be educated in the highest meaning of the term; get the most possible service out of your time, your body and brains, and let all your efforts be directed into honorable channels, that no effort be wasted, and no labor result in loss or evil.”-Joseph F. Smith

“Too great care cannot be taken in educating our young ladies. … Let the women of our country be made intelligent and their children will certainly be the same. The proper education of a man decides his welfare; but the interests of a whole family are secured by the correct education of a woman.”-George Q. Cannon

"You belong to a church which espouses education. To you young women may I suggest that you get all the education you can. Train yourselves to make a contribution to the society in which you will live. There is an essence of the divine in the improvement of the mind."-Gordon B. Hinckley

"Even though some of you may be fully occupied with families and have little time for other things at this stage of your lives, you can enlarge your minds and broaden your understanding through the reading of good books." -Gordon B. Hinckley

“Remember, in the world before we came here, faithful women were given certain assignments while faithful men were foreordained to certain priesthood tasks. For women, the important ingredients for happiness are to forge an identity, serve the Lord, get an education, develop your talents, serve your family, and if possible to have a family of your own." -Spencer W. Kimball

Tired

There are times, when I wonder why I must be cursed with a body that just--gets sick all the time. Perhaps it's a completely psychological thing, I just "get sick" because, at least it seems, the second I think about possibly catching the flu/a cold/strep throat/whatever, I get it. But the thing is, I don't WANT to be sick; so why does this happen?

I've had a sore throat for the last week or so. I thought it was because the air in Utah has been less than a little healthy, and so I just covered my mouth with a scarf and kept trudging up in the 800,000 stairs to campus every morning. But it's still here...am I sick? Is it allergies? Probably just allergies--

I don't know--it's just annoying. I'd like to stay healthy for an entire month during the winter, at least once. But until that sweet, wonderful month comes, I guess I will continue trudging up the hill until I feel better.

But I do feel better now that I've vented... thanks. :)

Upon England's Mountain Green

Dr. Talbot shared this poem with us while I was in London, and I loved it. I have been meaning to write about it somewhere besides my London Journal for ages--and now here it is.

And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon England's mountain green
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon these Clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
among these Dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of Burning Gold
Bring me my Arrows of Desire
Bring me my Spear: oh clouds unfold
Bring me my Chariot of Fire!

I will not Cease from Mental Fight
Nor Shall my Sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green & pleasant Land

-William Blake 1809

The beautiful idea of this poem, is that perhaps England is like Jerusalem- that Jesus Christ walked there. I know--perhaps a little far-fetched. But is it? Christ visited the Americas. He held and blessed the children of the ancient worlds--why not in England? It's a beautiful thought, one I like to think about here and there, and one that should be pondered often. Why wouldn't Christ visit every land? I know one day He will, but who says He hasn't already?

The Piss Boy

I am often surprised about all the random little things that people know--or don't know. I introduced an icon to my husband's family this week, which was actually a little embarrassing. I guess I just took it for granted that they knew about Brussel's famous Manneken Pis, or Statue of a Boy Peeing. I'd rather not go into details--just read about it yourself.

And look at some of the little boy's 600 costumes Here.

Anyway...
have a good day. :D

Calling me Home

I ran across a dear friend's blog today (a blog I am devastated to say I had never heard of before) and she calls it, "London Calling". On it, she places all the things that remind her of that beautiful city and why shes misses it. It was also her blog during our stay at the London Centre. It's beautiful and lovely, and the fabulous thing about Emily-is that she is a beautiful writer. I am so often inspired by her gorgeous thoughts and her stunningly beautiful spirit.

May I just say though, that this gorgeous insight into a bit of Emily is making me very homesick.

I miss London.

Rather desperately.

Currently

I am in the middle of 2 books. (Ok, I'm in the middle of like 20 if you count my textbooks but I don't). And I just can't stand that. I like to read ONE and then FINISH it before starting another. I don't know why I succumbed to the madness of reading more than one book at a time, but I did. And the horrible thing is, I've suddenly lost interest in both of them and I want to start something else! The problem is, one of the books was my birthday present from Derek this last year. I FINALLY got time to start reading over Christmas break (at least I thought I did) and so I started, My Dearest Friend, which is the personal correspondence of Abigail and John Adams. Then I got a David McCullough book from my sister & brother-in law. Well, I wanted to read that too! I guess I just feel obligated to finish them, so that Derek doesn't feel like his gift was unappreciated and when Lori/Steve ask me about the book, I can give a good honest opinion of whether or not I liked it (though, since it's David McCullough, I'm SURE I will love it. So, only reading 3 chapters is probably sufficient).

Now I'm just in a complete mess and feel like crying about it. (which is also ridiculous). I don't know why it's such a big issue, but somehow, with all the stress of everything else in my life, it just...is. :( I need something romantic--something intriguing-- something light--like Jane Austen or Charles Dickens. I'm dying to re-read Hard Times, which I bought for $3 with my sell-back money. Or pick up Mansfield Park again, or finally read Persuasion! Call me a psycho, but Dickens and Austen, Hawthorne and Shakespeare--those are my comfy reads. (Somehow Harry Potter fits into that collection, too. Don't ask me how.) And I am moving beyond want and feeling the need for reading something that interests me in the moment.

So, friends...what do I do? Abandon both books that I previously began and start anew? Or force myself to finish them even though it will take ages because I'm bored/not interested at the moment?

I think I should ENJOY the book I'm reading for pleasure....what do you think?

Pink=Perfect

So, I got an email about this camera from Amazon.com today, and can I just say---I'm in love. It's the perfect little point-and-shoot, throw it in my purse or pocket, take to Europe Camera. It's not even released yet, but I am so ready to order it right now.


Look at these Specs:

• 14-megapixel resolution for stunning prints up to 30 x 40 inches
• 8x optical zoom; 28 mm wide-angle lens
• 3-inch LCD with KODAK Color Science Technology
• 5.8 x 5.8 x 2.3 inches ; 13.6 ounces
• PINK!!!!
  

So-now I just wait-- Wait to read the reviews on it, wait for the price to maybe go down, wait because I need to collect about 20,000 pennies to pay for it, and...

wait because I need to convince Derek that a PINK camera is the way to go!

When I Grow Up

An amazing woman passed away this week. She calls herself "just an ordinary housewife and secretary," but she was so much more than that.

When I grow up, I want to be like Miep Gies.

Happier

So, Originally, I was going for "like the tube" look on my blog.

But, I need something happier up here for a while.

I'll probably return to gray and yellow eventually...but for now?

enjoy the bright colors. :D

The Stone Cutter

Once upon a time in Japan, there was a poor stone cutter named Hofus who used to go every day to the mountainside to cut great blocks of stone. He lived near the mountain in a little stone hut and worked hard and was happy.

One day he took a load of stone to the house of a rich man. There he saw so many beautiful things that when he went back to his mountain he could think of nothing else. Then he began to wish that he too might sleep in a bed as soft as down with curtains of silk and tassels of gold. And he sighed: "Ah me! Ah me! If Hofus only were rich as he!" To his surprise, a great voice was heard: "Have thou thy wish!"

When Hofus returned home his house had become a palace filled with beautiful things. Hofus decided to work no more, but he was not used to being idle and one day as he sat by the window he saw a carriage dash past with a prince inside. It was drawn by snow white horses.

When the stone cutter saw this, he began to feel unhappy, and he sighed: "Ah me! Ah me! If Hofus only a prince might be!" And again the same voice that he had heard on the mountain answered: "Be thou a prince!"

Straightway Hofus was a prince. He had servants dressed in crimson and gold, and for a short time he was happy, but one day, as he walked in the garden, he saw that the flowers were drooping, the grass was dry and brown. And when he rode out he felt the hot sun burn him in spite of his umbrella.

"The sun is mightier than I," thought he, and then he sighed: "Ah me! Ah me! If Hofus only the sun might be!" And the voice answered: "Be thou the sun!"

Straightway the great sun he became. He burned the grass and rice fields. He dried up the streams.One day a cloud came and rested in front of him, and hid the earth from his sight. He was angry and cried: "Ah me! Ah me! If Hofus only a cloud might be!" And the voice answered: "Be thou a cloud!"

Straightway a cloud he became. Then day after day the cloud dropped rain. The rivers overflowed and towns were swept away. Only the great rocks on the mountain side stood unmoved midst the flood. The cloud looked at them in wonder, then he sighed: "Ah me! Ah me! If Hofus only a rock might be!" And the voice answered: "Be thou a rock!"

Straightway a rock he became. Proudly he stood. The sun could not burn him and the rain could not move him. "Now, at last," he said, "no one is mightier than I."

But one day he was wakened from his dreams by a noise, "tap! tap! tap!" down at his feet. He looked and there was a stone cutter driving his tool into the rock. Another blow and the great rock shivered; a block of stone broke away.

"That man is mightier than I!" cried Hofus, and he sighed: "Ah me! Ah me! If Hofus only the man might be!" And the voice answered: "Be thou thyself!"

And straightway Hofus was himself again, a poor stone cutter, working all day upon the mountain side and going home at night to his little hut. Yet, he was content and happy and never again did he wish to be other than Hofus the stone cutter.

*Story Courtesy of Alisha*

Zuzu's Petals

Quiet seems to pervade the library, hugging the corners of the stacks, sweeping down the stairs in the atrium, and collecting in tiny piles on the carpet. The only reason I know it's inhabited is the fact that I am still sitting at my desk, on the first floor, in Special Collections, with a few other student employees who pass by here and there. There's not much to do; I've finished my project, pandora just informed me that our computer has used up its 40 hour limit for music, and I've resorted to looking at old pictures on facebook.

As I've clicked through the hundreds of pictures of me and my loved ones, I can't help but smile at all the crazy things I've done. Christmas pictures of us gallivanting around Disneyland, Derek and I building a snowman at 3 in the morning, pictures of me standing beneath Big Ben. All of these are fabulous memories, of course, but I often wonder where the "real life" is in these snapshots. Where are the days when all I did was curl up with Harry Potter and read it from cover to cover? Where's the sandbox I spend hours, even days, in? Where are the breakfasts in our pajamas, or Derek and I curling up to watch a movie on the laptop? I guess the sad thing is, these pictures all depict the big bang moments. But reality is that life is a gradual creation, a collection of moments that turn us into people.

I couldn't help but be reminded of Russell in Disney's movie UP. He said, "Sometimes, it's the boring stuff I remember the most." And I have to agree with him! It's the "boring" stuff that make us who we are, that connect us to our loved ones. I mean, how would Sam have been my best friend until just about forever if we hadn't jumped on our beds all night? Why would I want to go home if I didn't have a million and one nights of eating dinner together to bring me back to my family? How on earth could I have made it for two years without hearing Derek's voice if I didn't have hours spend on my apartment love seat, talking about what type of furniture or Tupperware we would be? Sure, you might look at all that and say: that's really boring. And perhaps it is. But let me remind you of something.

In It's A Wonderful Life George Bailey is given the incredible opportunity of seeing what the world would be like without him. In the end, when George "lives again," the first thing he wants is confirmation and what does he look for? A few petals from his daughter's flower: "Zuzu's petals." That small simple thing brought a huge smile to his face, laughter, and enough energy to run home through the snow of Bedford Falls. Those seemingly insignificant petals were confirmation that his wife and children lived, that they loved him, and that they wanted him home.

I can't help but think that it truly is the "small and simple things" which bring great moments and great love to our lives. And I'm grateful for all of them. I think back on all the moments of barbies and mermaids in the pool and realize that without all of that, my sisters and brother would just be human beings to me. Sure, I would still see their worth, but how much of it would I see? A surface of paint, not the layers and layers that make them who they are.Thank goodness for Zuzu's Petals.

The Grendel of our Age

Ok, I have found something I am morally opposed to that is said to become "all the rage." Amazon called it the "Hottest Gift of the Season." No Amazon- it is simply the newest thing to murder the beautiful experience of sitting down with a book on a cold winter's night, caressing the pages of literacy that give us power in this universe.

What is this horrible atrocity, you may ask?

It's called the Kindle, a hand-held electronic device on which you can upload books. It's nice and thin and so convenient! It only takes 60 seconds to get a book! LIES! A book is not a small piece of cold plastic and metal! It's a beautiful collection of pages and ink, pressed together to create another world in which to escape. It turns pages just like a real book! Once again, it does nothing of the sort. A screen displays a page turning, but your finger doesn't caress the edge, you cannot possibly feel the satisfaction of anxiously awaiting the next page, the next moment, the next scene within a beautiful reality that brings relief from the world. The Kindle is nothing more than a farce, like Communism, the devil's version of something beautiful. I cannot help but connect this horrid thing, Kindle, with the name of the long feared Grendel, the monstor of Beowulf, who has haunted the dreams of millions for millenia! Stay away from it! It will take a piece of your life!

I hate it. Mostly, I hate what it represents. The world is quickly retreating into technology, robbing us and future generations of the most beautiful experiences in life. Nothing can replace a tattered book, full of love and hours of enjoyment. It holds within its wrinkles and dogeared corners love and true devotion. How can you possibly say that you LOVE your Kindle? Where is the proof! Well, there is none! But books...ahh, you can love them. You can hold them, you can stick them in your purse or backpack and hold them, touch the pages, smudge the ink with your tears! It's a beautiful relationship, one that I say cannot be replaced with electronics.

Do not consider me an Amish snood who hides behind her butter churn and wash basin; no, I appreciate technology as quickly as Bill Gates does. But technology is meant to IMPROVE our lives! Not rob us of beautiful things! Elder Bednar spoke of the farce realities of the internet in his CES fireside in May of this year. I would submit to you that this is just another contribution to the evil of technology, taking away beautiful expereinces and making you believe you are getting something valuable.

My friends, take care. Don't rob yourself of a lovely expereince with the display of man's greatest invention! Embrace the pages and print of books and shun the false reality of a piece of metal that pretends to be something it is not!

Broken Glasses

I work with a lot of fabulous people in the Special Collections. Every morning when I come in, I say "good morning!" to whoever got lucky enough to unlock the doors at 8:00am. Today, when I gave my cheerful greeting, he said, "I guess!" and I fired back (with my usual spunk), "Well, what's bad about it?" "What's good about it?!" And I started listing things off: "You're in a heated building, you have clothes on your back, you have glasses to help you see..." and he brought up how his glasses were broken, and I said, "Oh so-and-so, of course there are things that aren't perfect: but must everything be PERFECT for it to be good?"

The answer to that is: NO! Not everything has to be perfect for it to be good! I look at our car sometimes and think, "We could use a better car." But why? Sure, it sometimes smells funny because oil leaks on the exhaust pipe, the paint is chipped and peeling, our back window is made of duct tape and license plates, but it runs! It gets us to our families, it takes us to the Temple. It warms our hands and cheeks during the winter. Is it perfect? nope. does it work? YES! And so, it is good!

I guess I've been thinking about Bishop Burton's talk this past Tuesday, where he talked about being "glass half-full" kind of people. So, I'm determined to be just that...half FULL!

Wordle

Ok, so I found out about this awesome website called "Wordle". It makes a bunch of words into a "word" cloud.
Here's one I did of the Cougar Fight Song.
Check it out:
Wordle.net