"One way to stop lying is to simply tell the truth." -C. Terry Warner
This quote was in a devotional at Rick's College about overcoming our negative emotions. It's titled “Repenting of Unrighteous
Feelings”, given March 1, 1983. It's good.
"...I can't stop looking..." -Chris Harrison
This was in reference to my new profile picture with Travis Moore. While he didn't mean it, I laughed out loud in the lab, which I almost never do.
"Belly-buttons are for kissing!" -Travis Moore
It involved Spencer, Jeremy, Travis, a broken piano bench, and many smiles. I love my roommates.
"Hi." -Kenyon Waddoups
It doesn't need to be Kenyon Appreciation Day for me to enjoy being around one of my newest best friends.
That's all I have time for right now. Have a wonderful day!
Monday, October 24, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Kenyon Appreciation Day
Many of my readers will not know Kenyon Waddoups. But she is one of the coolest Home Evening sisters I could ever have. As today is Kenyon appreciation day, I felt the day wouldn't be complete if I didn't dedicate a blog post to her. So, here it is.
First, let me introduce you to her blog, here. As you can easily see, she is an excellent photographer. Also, she strives to be a good, faithful member, looking to serve and uplift others. And, while there aren't many picture of her to see there, those you can find reveal a strikingly good-looking woman.
So, a little explanation on the day: Kenyon is fun-loving, and so has come up with some awesome ideas for having fun. One such idea is to grab people's planners when they aren't looking and write "Kenyon Appreciation Day" in them, to urge the owner to spread the word about how awesome Kenyon is. I personally don't believe it's out of pride or a need for attention. It's because she happens to be self-aware and knows that people will benefit from knowing her.
So, my day was great, as I spent most of the time getting people to write notes for her day. Most were written by people who didn't know her, and many (perhaps a majority) were written by people who didn't know me. I like how BYU is so willing to do that.
Well, that concludes my post about Kenyon Appreciation Day. If you missed it, don't worry, you can always join in next time. Or, if you're feeling particularly proactive, show Kenyon your appreciation for her on some day which isn't a Kenyon Appreciation Day.
Lovies! (I got that from Scott Hampshire today... It kinda rocks, so I'm stealing it.)
First, let me introduce you to her blog, here. As you can easily see, she is an excellent photographer. Also, she strives to be a good, faithful member, looking to serve and uplift others. And, while there aren't many picture of her to see there, those you can find reveal a strikingly good-looking woman.
So, a little explanation on the day: Kenyon is fun-loving, and so has come up with some awesome ideas for having fun. One such idea is to grab people's planners when they aren't looking and write "Kenyon Appreciation Day" in them, to urge the owner to spread the word about how awesome Kenyon is. I personally don't believe it's out of pride or a need for attention. It's because she happens to be self-aware and knows that people will benefit from knowing her.
So, my day was great, as I spent most of the time getting people to write notes for her day. Most were written by people who didn't know her, and many (perhaps a majority) were written by people who didn't know me. I like how BYU is so willing to do that.
Well, that concludes my post about Kenyon Appreciation Day. If you missed it, don't worry, you can always join in next time. Or, if you're feeling particularly proactive, show Kenyon your appreciation for her on some day which isn't a Kenyon Appreciation Day.
Lovies! (I got that from Scott Hampshire today... It kinda rocks, so I'm stealing it.)
Saturday, October 15, 2011
A quick explanation
It ha come to my attention that some people have been taking my blog a little to literally. I wanted to set the record straight.
I don't have a car. Nor a license. So any posts involving cars are metaphoric. Additionally, other posts may be metaphors, too. I know I haven't done that before, but now you know that I'm starting too.
In other news, Facebook IRL was a fantastic success. I'm sorry for all of you who missed it, because you really just missed out. Shout out to all who were there- I like that you came.
Have a lovely day!
I don't have a car. Nor a license. So any posts involving cars are metaphoric. Additionally, other posts may be metaphors, too. I know I haven't done that before, but now you know that I'm starting too.
In other news, Facebook IRL was a fantastic success. I'm sorry for all of you who missed it, because you really just missed out. Shout out to all who were there- I like that you came.
Have a lovely day!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
First Quarter
Breathing heavy, he spun around another defender, his goal in sight. This was the moment for which he'd been training for months. Three more defenders stood between him and the end-zone. One dived at him from the side, and this was his moment. He pushed off the incoming defender, using the momentum to edge sideways past the next. Putting on a last burst of speed, he plowed straight through the other defender, reaching the end-zone. Touchdown. He spikes the ball in celebration.
But something was wrong. The whistle hadn't been blown. In confusion, he looks for the ball. He sees one on the other team, having picked it up, high-stepping up and down the end-zone, obviously exuberant. The whistle blows. Looking wildly at the referee, he realizes the bitter truth; he had plowed his way to the wrong end-zone.
How could it have gone so wrong? he thought. At the end of the first quarter, the score was 7-0. His fault. He knew he was a capable athlete. What could have gotten him so turned around?
In shame, he runs to the sideline. Three quarters left... Maybe he could redeem himself before the end.
But something was wrong. The whistle hadn't been blown. In confusion, he looks for the ball. He sees one on the other team, having picked it up, high-stepping up and down the end-zone, obviously exuberant. The whistle blows. Looking wildly at the referee, he realizes the bitter truth; he had plowed his way to the wrong end-zone.
How could it have gone so wrong? he thought. At the end of the first quarter, the score was 7-0. His fault. He knew he was a capable athlete. What could have gotten him so turned around?
In shame, he runs to the sideline. Three quarters left... Maybe he could redeem himself before the end.
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