In my Facebook feed, I follow several restaurants and businesses. Almost always, when one posts something, comments follow saying, “You should open a Sticky Fingers in my city!” “You need another Wingers on the North / East / South / West side of such-a-town” “I really miss Target since I moved and wish there was one … Read more
Grocery shopping. Don’t mention grocery shopping. I seem to have a special talent surrounding it. If I go with a mental list of two items, I will forget one and buy the wrong thing for the other. Writing it down, and my chances of getting it right improve only slightly. Today I took the girls … Read more
The Savior once taught, “Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you. That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven” (see Matthew 5:43-45). Then and since, His followers have had some pretty … Read more
My boss was overwhelmed with big projects and needed to write the motivational message for the support-department monthly newsletter. I saw his need and ghost-wrote this for him. Presented here is the second-draft version, created after he sat with me for 10 minutes and asked if I approved a few minor edits. Then, in his hurry, … Read more
Apparently, Amber Lynn’s party was pretty hot because the hotel’s fire alarm went off at 11:30 pm.
* With all that knitting going on, people will naturally start drafting conclusions * Everyone should write at least one play, one novel, and one operetta, and create one sculpture in their lifetime * If you cannot decide how to celebrate your wedding anniversary, get separate dates with the same dating service *
My reality: If I miss lunch, I am starving.
My reality: It is inconvenient to wait a minute for the hot water to start flowing in the shower.
My reality: My world looks for ways to create physical activity in order to exercise.
Let’s face it … even today, the greatest display of “racial diversity” in Utah happens when the Utah Jazz play a team from out-of-town. And in that venue, the out-of-towners get booed by the home crowd.
That was one crazy dream, which I was very glad to wake up from.
Then, in the dark, driving along, it appeared just like a deer in the headlights – mostly because it was just that, a deer in my headlights. It was standing in my lane, a few feet in front of me. The animal was facing the inside lane, as if its intention was to cross the freeway, but it had stopped here for whatever reason.