-I just don't care anymore, I know I should, but I don't
-why 7am, why?!?
-Some people just aesthetically please me.
-Hey its dan it's stan the man so here's the plan....
-I'm like my biggest fan. go me.
4.18.2008
4.05.2008
innocent intrusion
I'm not quite sure why it happened, but it happened to me. Here it sat waiting for me all day, when upon one click I stepped accidentally into this wonderful world of only one author...and now there are two. When I could have "hidden your shoes" so to speak, I decided instead to leave a gold coin for you to find next time you slipped them on.
Dear Author,
There are times when it is good to be reminded of the things you hope are true. Here are some I have noticed in you, as a friend:
I noticed your smile makes mine bigger, that your laugh does too. I noticed that you mean it, and how much better it is when you do. I noticed that you care, about everyone...not just me. I noticed that you love to learn, that you find meaning where others never looked, that you try new things even if you're afraid.
There are some people that can't get enough of you. You choose the right, and fix it when you chose wrong. You take care of what you have, and make the best of it all. You're not in a hurry, but you're not messing around. You deserve flowers. You see the greener side, and when I'm on your shoulders, I can see it too. You work hard. Really hard. You are worth knowing, and cherishing. You are beautiful.
just a small way to say thanks for being you.
- a friend
Dear Author,
There are times when it is good to be reminded of the things you hope are true. Here are some I have noticed in you, as a friend:
I noticed your smile makes mine bigger, that your laugh does too. I noticed that you mean it, and how much better it is when you do. I noticed that you care, about everyone...not just me. I noticed that you love to learn, that you find meaning where others never looked, that you try new things even if you're afraid.
There are some people that can't get enough of you. You choose the right, and fix it when you chose wrong. You take care of what you have, and make the best of it all. You're not in a hurry, but you're not messing around. You deserve flowers. You see the greener side, and when I'm on your shoulders, I can see it too. You work hard. Really hard. You are worth knowing, and cherishing. You are beautiful.
just a small way to say thanks for being you.
- a friend
4.02.2008
for paige
I traversed the freeways with Michelle today and found myself at an opposite campus. oh the u. confession: I secretly want to go to the U for a semester and live in salt lake and take in that city.
My beautiful and classy mom was asked to speak in women's conference this year. Today was her 'test' run as she presented her talk to an institute class.
I love her, I love her poise, her spirit, and her beautiful words spoken from a mother who knows God. I loved her thought on motherhood, and its divine role in all of our lives.
As a part of her talk she quoted an entry form my journal. I was fifteen, and I'd forgotten how I really do feel about motherhood. I was reminded today, and I was grateful.
August 24, 2002
Do you ever have so many dreams and expectations that 'just being a mom' doesn't' seem quite good enough? I know, I know. Being a Mom is the most important thing a woman can do. It is a noble and righteous calling.
But what about Joan of Arch, Madam Curie, Helen Keller, or Eleanor Roosevelt? I've always wanted to be more... important because I stand up and stand out in the world. I wan t to be more.
They say the sky is the limit, so naturally, I want the stars.
When people say 'what will you be when you grow up?' I used to answer a dancer, a soccer player. Now I answer an architect and a pediatrician. I want to work for the CIA or FBI. I'm going to be an astronaut, and I'm going to be a world famous ambassador who has the gift of tongues and can help solve problems with her vast knowledge.
I want to be wise and smart, but playful and fun. I want to go beyond the limits - set new expectations. I want to invent a cure for cancer, patch the hole in the ozone layer, talk to dolphins, discover the mysteries of the rain forest. Then I'll be the first woman on Mars, and invent the rocket that gets us there. I'll work for NASA, I'll be in the government, first woman president. Then I'll go perform on Broadway.I'll help the orphans in Africa, find a cure for leprosy, I'll help the kids with cleft lips in Asia and then... then I will learn to fly - fly with the birds, fly with the wind on my own power.
If the sky is the limit, I want the stars.
I will be quoted like president Hinkley and I'll stand up for my country like Joan of Arch. I'll score the winning goal in the World Cup finals. I will do great. I will be great.
And when I've done all that there will be only one thing greater, to be a God. and the only way to do that will be to follow Heavenly Fathers plan, which means I will be a Mom.
I guess He must know best, He is God. So I won't just be a Mom, I'll be a Heavenly Mother in Training.
So all this time, when I've though about reaching for the stars, well now the plan is to be the one who creates those stars.
Erin
My beautiful and classy mom was asked to speak in women's conference this year. Today was her 'test' run as she presented her talk to an institute class.
I love her, I love her poise, her spirit, and her beautiful words spoken from a mother who knows God. I loved her thought on motherhood, and its divine role in all of our lives.
As a part of her talk she quoted an entry form my journal. I was fifteen, and I'd forgotten how I really do feel about motherhood. I was reminded today, and I was grateful.
August 24, 2002
Do you ever have so many dreams and expectations that 'just being a mom' doesn't' seem quite good enough? I know, I know. Being a Mom is the most important thing a woman can do. It is a noble and righteous calling.
But what about Joan of Arch, Madam Curie, Helen Keller, or Eleanor Roosevelt? I've always wanted to be more... important because I stand up and stand out in the world. I wan t to be more.
They say the sky is the limit, so naturally, I want the stars.
When people say 'what will you be when you grow up?' I used to answer a dancer, a soccer player. Now I answer an architect and a pediatrician. I want to work for the CIA or FBI. I'm going to be an astronaut, and I'm going to be a world famous ambassador who has the gift of tongues and can help solve problems with her vast knowledge.
I want to be wise and smart, but playful and fun. I want to go beyond the limits - set new expectations. I want to invent a cure for cancer, patch the hole in the ozone layer, talk to dolphins, discover the mysteries of the rain forest. Then I'll be the first woman on Mars, and invent the rocket that gets us there. I'll work for NASA, I'll be in the government, first woman president. Then I'll go perform on Broadway.I'll help the orphans in Africa, find a cure for leprosy, I'll help the kids with cleft lips in Asia and then... then I will learn to fly - fly with the birds, fly with the wind on my own power.
If the sky is the limit, I want the stars.
I will be quoted like president Hinkley and I'll stand up for my country like Joan of Arch. I'll score the winning goal in the World Cup finals. I will do great. I will be great.
And when I've done all that there will be only one thing greater, to be a God. and the only way to do that will be to follow Heavenly Fathers plan, which means I will be a Mom.
I guess He must know best, He is God. So I won't just be a Mom, I'll be a Heavenly Mother in Training.
So all this time, when I've though about reaching for the stars, well now the plan is to be the one who creates those stars.
Erin
3.29.2008
Do something that scares you every day... and smile about it.
I did another scary thing. I sang. And it was recorded. And it actually didn't sound so bad. Thanks mando player :)
3.25.2008
string theorists and sharp copiers
The artist sister is wowed by life. I like that.
I like that I'm easily entertained by simple things, like pink milk and flexi straws.
Artist sister is wowed by the sharp copier at work, it can staple, sort, punch holes, send images as emails, and copy.
We were all wowed by string theory.
The majority of the office went to the forum today, and couldn't stop talking about what they heard.... all this coming from theatre and media arts enthusiasts who freak out about the numbers they have to assign to the pages of a syllabus. Seriously, Swenson asks for help every time. Numbers scare her. So how was this physics/mathematics genious reaching out to the masses and generating this spark plug effect in everyone's mind? Well maybe it wasn't everyone, but it sure sent me thinking.
All I've wanted to do since noon is sit and think and write and read. Instead I had to go to school. It was the ultimate illustration of Mark Twains famous creed, "do not let school get in the way of your education." Education at its best would be students reading, discussing and thinking, motivated purely by the education itself, and not the grade, and as Dr. Math/History pointed out so poignantly yesterday, GPA's are bogus anyway... yet we still conform. Bah, and apparently I'm seeking out a profession that traps me in the 'educational' system forever. To reform? To deal with? Who knows.
ANYWAY.......
The elegant universe.
His words got me thinking. So many thoughts today, buzzing around in my head, some landing long enough for my vision to focus and glean something small, before they'd fly off again. Some thoughts connected and seemed to buzz at a similar frequency as the thoughts previous, but most just sped around in a jumbled array of chaos.
I have in my head an image of a model of quarks, the quantum mechanics model of the universe, where position and motion affect each other inversely, and disarray reigns. It matches the image of my ideas, and the concept of mortals and their seemingly frantic and conflicted existence.
Like the juxtaposition of Einsteins model of the universe, and the quantum theories that rule the microscopic, our own vision and understanding opposes the calm, wide and deep vision of an all knowing all comprehending Father.
If we could pull ourselves up, elevated to a transcendent state, we could 'stretch' the turbulent tumultuous events in our short lives, and see them as small pieces in an infinite puzzle that builds a divine eternity. If we could share the perspective of the Creator at all times, we might understand our existence as Einstein explained planetary movement, like a gentle geometry, complex yet constant, calm, converging to truth.
But I can't. I must settle for these glimpses of light, when the confusion and buzzing settles enough for my vision to grasp divinity.
I like that I'm easily entertained by simple things, like pink milk and flexi straws.
Artist sister is wowed by the sharp copier at work, it can staple, sort, punch holes, send images as emails, and copy.
We were all wowed by string theory.
The majority of the office went to the forum today, and couldn't stop talking about what they heard.... all this coming from theatre and media arts enthusiasts who freak out about the numbers they have to assign to the pages of a syllabus. Seriously, Swenson asks for help every time. Numbers scare her. So how was this physics/mathematics genious reaching out to the masses and generating this spark plug effect in everyone's mind? Well maybe it wasn't everyone, but it sure sent me thinking.
All I've wanted to do since noon is sit and think and write and read. Instead I had to go to school. It was the ultimate illustration of Mark Twains famous creed, "do not let school get in the way of your education." Education at its best would be students reading, discussing and thinking, motivated purely by the education itself, and not the grade, and as Dr. Math/History pointed out so poignantly yesterday, GPA's are bogus anyway... yet we still conform. Bah, and apparently I'm seeking out a profession that traps me in the 'educational' system forever. To reform? To deal with? Who knows.
ANYWAY.......
The elegant universe.
His words got me thinking. So many thoughts today, buzzing around in my head, some landing long enough for my vision to focus and glean something small, before they'd fly off again. Some thoughts connected and seemed to buzz at a similar frequency as the thoughts previous, but most just sped around in a jumbled array of chaos.
I have in my head an image of a model of quarks, the quantum mechanics model of the universe, where position and motion affect each other inversely, and disarray reigns. It matches the image of my ideas, and the concept of mortals and their seemingly frantic and conflicted existence.
Like the juxtaposition of Einsteins model of the universe, and the quantum theories that rule the microscopic, our own vision and understanding opposes the calm, wide and deep vision of an all knowing all comprehending Father.
If we could pull ourselves up, elevated to a transcendent state, we could 'stretch' the turbulent tumultuous events in our short lives, and see them as small pieces in an infinite puzzle that builds a divine eternity. If we could share the perspective of the Creator at all times, we might understand our existence as Einstein explained planetary movement, like a gentle geometry, complex yet constant, calm, converging to truth.
But I can't. I must settle for these glimpses of light, when the confusion and buzzing settles enough for my vision to grasp divinity.
Jack's Back!!!
Jack is no longer Jacked. Yay.
So here's the thing; I'd like to consider myself a responsible person, at least somewhat. I did find a godfather for jack, who brought him back to life, not once, but twice.. and then it was winter, and I left Jack in the snow, and I forgot all about him.
It was warm, really warm. Its that cruel Utah air that turns the world pleasant for a few days before dumping an April snow. Those pseudo spring days make the roommate suggest crazy things like rock climbing and tanning. And I should be responsible, so I don't go to class, and I forget about homework, and I rekindle a relationship with a long lost friend. Responsible.
That day I washed him, and took him to his 'check up'.... and also got checked out myself I'll have you know. It's like those Jiffy Lube guys haven't seen a girl in nine years (and probably haven't washed their greasy grimmy hands in that long either.) Then I filled out his birth certificate paperwork and Jack became a legal citizen.
We've been cruising provo together, creating new memories and bonding like we never have before.
We've been cruising provo together, creating new memories and bonding like we never have before.
I'm such a good mom.
the 'godfather' was proud. He even came over for Jack's ceremonial christening. He's official now,
licence plate and everything. Huzzah.
licence plate and everything. Huzzah.
3.21.2008
post script on happiness
found this today...
"Before, I used to know all the answers. And all of a sudden, life becomes very important. Each day needs to be a good day. Like Elder Nelson says, 'Joy in the morning.' Every day I wake up, and I have joy. And boy is that person in trouble that takes it away!" she laughs. "You have to choose to be happy. And so I learned a whole bunch about happiness." -Susan Easton Black
"Before, I used to know all the answers. And all of a sudden, life becomes very important. Each day needs to be a good day. Like Elder Nelson says, 'Joy in the morning.' Every day I wake up, and I have joy. And boy is that person in trouble that takes it away!" she laughs. "You have to choose to be happy. And so I learned a whole bunch about happiness." -Susan Easton Black
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