Showing posts with label future. Show all posts
Showing posts with label future. Show all posts

Thursday, January 22, 2009

GILMORE GIRL'S LONG AGO SORROW

Today I found a calendar from 1991. It belonged to Gilmore Girl. Here is what was written on February 14th.

"This is one deeply Sad day if u haven't a man like moi."


The word "Sad" was capitalized. She must have been very sad. If she could have looked back from 2009 she could have comforted herself as she has a lovely husband and two lovely children, too.


Yesterday she blogged--here--and said: We were very civilized at our tea party. Mr Smith talked in a silly exaggerated English accent the whole time, calling Ru "Button" and Elasta Girl "String Bean". They thought he was a riot. What a good sport my construction worker, hunter is to tea party with a bunch of girls.


And then she ended with: "I love you man."

Here's their photo. Elasta Girl is elasticizing herself all over the place.

We should take a lesson. When we are lonely, hurting, sad, frightened, worried, etc. we should think: If I could look back at myself from the future I would know it will be all right. Just like it is today, for Gilmore Girl.

She has a new worry or two today and I hope she will remember that in a few years, looking back, she could comfort herself.


We all have a worry or two, don't we. Our ultimate comfort is our Heavenly Father. I had a fear myself today and I found a quiet spot and poured out my worries in prayer and before long I had the comfort I so earnestly sought. The solution didn't come but the paralyzing worry is mostly gone. It's still there a little bit because my faith isn't perfect. I'm working on it.




Things might not turn out like we want them to but we will weather the storm and get through it.





Clown Car Update:

As you may know my darling little Range Rover--that I love--has a sense of humor. It does not love to lock its doors so I drive with unlocked doors and hope a deranged psychopath does not join me at a stoplight.

Today, it was raining and so I turned on the rear windshield wipers...

...with this little switch...
...and every door in the car locked.

From now on, if I see anyone looking deranged or psychopathish I will just turn on the rear windshield wipers.

Monday, June 16, 2008

SIX WORD SUNDAY 6-15-08

Children and grandchildren--our magnificent future.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

FATHER'S DAY AND THE SUGAR MONSTER AND MY AUTHOR

Today most of the family was here for Father's Day. We had more food than we needed and it was all tasty. Michelle brought cookies and I snitched a bite--her cookies are the best. But it was a bite of sugar. I made brownie trifle and I snitched three bites. Sugar, sugar, sugar. I think it was worth it but listen to this--maybe it was not.

My sister quit sugar with me. The other day she went to a wedding reception and then to dinner and ate desserts at both places and it sent her into a depression. She even cried! This is a testimony for me to STAY OFF SUGAR if it can impact my sister in such a horrible way. I wonder what it does for me? No, not for me, against me. I wonder what it does for--or against--you?

Tomorrow my conference at BYU starts. Phil and I picked up the author I am assisting at the airport in Salt Lake City, Sally Warner. She writes three to four hours a day for at least six and sometimes seven days a week. Yes, I am impressed. She didn't start writing until she was forty and has 25 books published. I am even more impressed.

So, if you want to write get busy. Make the time. Learn the rules. Keep at it. Even if you are never published you will leave a rich heritage for your family.

Tomorrow and all week I will try to post some gem I have learned.

Happy Father's Day to all the fathers and thank you to Phil for making me a mother and for loving the children, worrying about the children and being impressed with the children who have given us such wonderful grandchildren and for the fact that they are teaching the grandchildren so well. Our children and grandchildren are our ticket into watching the future unfold in a magnificent way.