Well, I’m more than halfway through my vacation, and I am proud to report that I have stimulated the economy now in 3 states.
President Bush and our lovely Congress gave we single people $600 to stimulate the economy, so here is a small sampling of my economic stimulus activities:
Many people ask, “if God exists and loves as much as everyone says he does, why doesn’t he speak to us like he did in biblical times?”
This video of Jeffrey Holland, an Elder of my church, gives an incredibly poignant summation of what I believe regarding the necessity of an open scriptural canon as evidence that God truly does love us… (ignore the annoying musical underscoring)
Continue reading How God Speaks to Man
A few days ago, I was engaging in a new sport that my older brother introduced me to: personal ad perusal.
Before you get the wrong idea, let me explain this sport… it’s not that you peruse the personal ads to actually find someone to date. You peruse the personal ads to:
Now back to our regularly scheduled blog… I was participating in this sport when I ran across the phrase “I’m 420 friendly.” Not knowing what this meant, I turned directly to the font of all knowledge and truth: Google.
Come to find out, “420” is a numerical euphemism for marajuana use.
So last night I worked a miracle… I know, I know, you’re not supposed to cast your pearls before swine, but this one is just too good not to blog about.
Yesterday I mentioned that I will be leaving for vacation. Well, last night when I was packing I got this wild, hair-brained idea… Could I — just could I — pack everything into one carry on? Business travelers do it all of the time, so why can’t I? If I am ever to travel for business, I’ll need to master this art anyway…
Earlier this year, I wrote about the coming economic storms and how the word “bagel” was my euphemism for a recession.
Well, here we are about six months later and we still have not had an official bagel yet – that we know of – but we are enjoying record high prices on almost every staple of life, from gas to food to iPhones…. oh wait… iPhones are cheaper than they’ve ever been. Never mind on the whole “staples of life” bit.
I have decided that I need to participate in more posting of useless information about myself. Of this week’s posts, the one with the most views, most comments, and most enjoyment was the one where I (against my will) wrote random stuff about myself that most of you already knew.
But, alas, you’d rather hear me make up stuff about myself to sound interesting rather than pontificate on other extremely weighty, philosophical matters. (Good on you, I would too… some of my posts go way overboard and are far too long…)
So here goes “tagging” exercise #2. This one sounds fun, cause it involves you…
Good luck!
First let’s talk about some top 10 group dynamics. I am stunned that 4 of the 10 are hip hoppers, and for the first time two of them actually have a decent shot at the top spots. The other 3 are making a serious go at the various styles, but I felt pretty strongly last week that Gev should have gone before Thayne. He was clearly much less capable.
Mary Murphy said one thing that was slightly brilliant tonight:
Dancing doesn’t build character so much as it reveals it.
And here’s what was revealed tonight:
Lately I have been thinking about what my life will be like after I “get” married and “have” kids. How will I change? How will my life be different? What will be similar to now? Will I ever get used to having all those strangers around me all the time?
I have noticed, during my short and very single life, that many people want to “get” married and “have” kids. From the time I was born I have been told to “get” married and “have” kids. I don’t think it is an accident of the English language that we use the phrases “get married” and “have kids” either. Think about those words… GET and HAVE…
Continue reading Celebrating Singleness: “Getting” Married and “Having” Kids
Monday morning I woke up in a slight haze.
No alarm? Drat! I forgot to reset it after I had disabled it to sleep in on Sunday morning.
As I tried to sit up in bed I realized what it was I was experiencing… the Mormon Hangover.