COUPLE NUMBER TWO--WHY SHE CHOSE ONE MAN OVER THE OTHER

She was dating two men at once. Both were nice. Both were funny. Both were handsome. Both had ambition. One brought her flowers. That seems like a good thing, right? He brought them to her in a rusty bucket, filled with water. She was not impressed. She married the other one.

The man she married really loved education, got his Ph.D., worked at both Harvard and BYU. The man with the rusty bucket really loved flowers and started his own nursery.

WEEPING OVER YOU

Today was a good day for weeping. We saw a young couple sealed in the Mount Timpanogos Temple and then learned that Gilmore Girl's husband's grandpa and his second wife were sealed in the same temple at almost the same time. It was a tender time for me. The bride said something comforting to me after the ceremony. It brought tears to my eyes. And I already had tears for the young couple who have made such an important step in their lives.

His Mom is so happy. I adore her, she is in one of my critique groups and I am happy to have her in my life on more than one level.

I am somber tonight. Weepy for what is and what isn't. I guess I'll have prayer and go to bed and hope tomorrow the sun will be shining.

And it will. Temperature is supposed to be 104. Yikes.

MY FAVORITE PHOTO

I started another blog the other day and this is the photo on it. I wanted to share this photo with you. It was taken on my wedding day.

I was so in love. So happy. So innocent and believing life would be easy and rich with wonderful experiences. It has been rich with experiences but I have a hard time saying they have all been wonderful. That is because I don't understand like God does.

I am embarking on a study of faith. It's going to be slow going because every day I have responsibilities and it won't let up until after the New Year. Maybe not even then. But I hope to be able to see my life as God does, to feel the happiness he offers me, even when things don't play out like I think they should.

But, tonight, I wanted to share this photo. An uncomplicated little photo, showing me on a happy day. May you all have those days of happiness or remember those days of happiness or have faith that all will be well. That is one of my goals, to know that all will be well.

IT'S HAPPENED AGAIN

Do you ever know that you should do something but you just can't do it because it's overwhelming? Like clean out your email inbox? I am a notorious non-cleaner-outer of my email. Right now there are 13,737 emails in my inbox. 2, 919 of them are unread. Earlier today there were about 20,000 in my inbox before my email program cleaned its self out. Everything from December 2nd, 2007 to today. I tried to see if there were any I missed reading in the last few hours but Comcast--bless their little hearts--does not recognize me. Or my mother's maiden name or my maiden name or the cost of rice in China or nothin'. Comcast does not think I exhist. Therefore I am not.


I think Comcast is in cahoots with the freezer. The freezer decided it was time to be defrosted ALL BY ITSELF, exactly one week ago. I wonder what's next.


Can we say procrastination? Obviously one of us can't. Or, wait. Maybe one of us can.


I used to clean out my inbox but then I saved a bunch of important emails and now I wonder why they were important. Here are some of the subjects of emails I've saved:

"The papers are coming, the papers are coming - retreat~~~" I opened this one up and I still don't know why I should retreat or what papers. But, it must be important because I saved it.


"Fat Burning Tips"

"Hello Liney ;-)" I emailed this person and it bounced and I have no way of contacting her. I'm sad. She was an email friend from long ago.


"The University of Poland science students digital clock ." This one had a link, Go here. It's pretty neat, actually.


"This week's report." This was from a friend who has since died, unexpectedly, just a few months after she retired. I am sad thinking of her.

"Help" I did. I don't know why I still have that email. Maybe I wanted to be reminded that I helped, who knows?


"Spam Alert: RE: Spam Alert: FW: Wed. Lecture!!!!" This has too many exclamation points for me to take it seriously. I mean, seriously. Three? I'm not saving an email with three exclamation points.


"Lips recipe." It's a raw recipe for stuffed mini peppers that she calls "luscious lips."

"Three keys to personal power." I opened this one. "Your Emotions Are Contagious--Key one: The first power you can develop is enthusiasm. The Key To Charisma--The second personality power that you can develop is expertise, or competence. Prepare Thoroughly For Every Event--The third power of personality that gives you charisma in the eyes of others is thorough preparation, detailed preparation, prior to undertaking any significant task." And on and on....


"Salsa Lessons." I'm to tired to Salsa.


"Marriage Builders." This one came from my friend who should have been a researcher. EVERYTHING fascinates her. This web site it actually pretty good. It's for helping marriages.


"Getting more control of Tip # 4"--This one intrigued me so I opened it and guess what? Tip number four was..."STOP PROCRASTINATING." and then it gave a quote: "The greatest amount of wasted time is the time not getting started." -- Dawson Trotman


With that I will close this post and hope not to read any more reminders from the past. Good grief. How many hints do I need, I wonder?