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I love extra sharp cheddar, but anything will do. I buy the bar because it is cheaper, and because then you can avoid the chemicals that all grated cheeses have in order to keep the pieces from sticking to each other.</div>
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Add some black beans from a can. You can save the unused beans in a tupperware for tomorrow when you are craving this meal again. I didn't add the beans today, but I am wishing worth France that I did.</div>
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Then add all your favorite vegetables. Green onions might just be my absolute favorite food. So I cut up two green onions for my wrap. I bought a bunch of other vegetables - cucumber, avocado, sometimes peppers and tomatoes - but I found that just a good dose of green onions alone does the trick. Other vegetables sometimes take away from the greatness of the green onion.<br />
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I just so happened to have some left over creme fraiche from a month or so ago. Creme fraiche is quite expensive, but it is so easy to make. Just put a few cups of heavy whipping cream in a bowl and mix in a few tablespoons of buttermilk. Then let it sit on the counter with a clean rag over it for 24 hours. Viola: Creme fraiche. It will get thicker as you let it sit in the fridge.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-37432544749308329852014-03-05T20:00:00.000-08:002014-03-06T07:10:51.130-08:00Book Review: A Tree Grows in BrooklynBetty Smith, in her novel, <i>A Tree Grows in Brooklyn</i>, weaves together the perspectives of an American family about one hundred years ago. This book was a mind opener for me, and I would definitely recommend it to any mature adult who knows what he or she believes in.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ox5fGLmbVg/UxiPjqbOETI/AAAAAAAACDs/mEP42_ipTIY/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ox5fGLmbVg/UxiPjqbOETI/AAAAAAAACDs/mEP42_ipTIY/s1600/download.jpg" /></a>Although I am a conservative person (maybe getting more conservative every day), I do believe in the poverty cycle as a force that cannot always be over come by the American Dream. Although I have not experienced poverty first hand, I think we are too quick to say "work harder" or "spend your money differently" to those in need. This book takes a peek into social class issues, European racial issues, and even just people issues that occurred around 1910, but it turns out, many of these "issues" as still prevalent today, maybe in a new skin, but still very much alive.<br />
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But then again, this book not only lends a lens today humanity today, but digs into life right after the turn of the century, the ideas that sprung up, that died, that carried on. The acculturation, or possibly assimilation, that immigrants must experience upon entering the melange of America, and how that trickles out among second and third generations, how family culture and the culture of Manhattan blend or veer apart - what's more is the families of this novel are German and Irish, races that are now a part of most people's schema of America (although I have to add in that the American race should not be looked at as white or European, but a beautiful blend of many other cultures as well: these "other" races should not be seen as an separate other, but as a part of the whole, an important part of the true picture of America).<br />
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Nearing the last few chapters, I was longing for this book to never end. I wanted to follow Francy's story further. I wanted to know if she lost her Brooklyn accent, who does she marry, what happens to Neeley? But I wouldn't recommend this book to anyone. I has many "mature scenes" including an almost-rape, adultery, and the main character regretting saying no to losing her virginity. Nothing, I felt, was disrespectful or crass, but I know I would not put this book in the hands of one of my eight graders. The themes are really beyond their years anyway.<br />
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I will admit, at parts, the beginning was a bit slow, but now I am missing the story and the characters like you miss an old friend who has moved away and lived a bit since you saw her last. I actually listened to it on CD and enjoyed how the reader imitated many different accents. If you want to fall into a different life, learn more about people and humanity, or just become more well read, I recommend this book. It's a charm.<br />
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Hard days hard, easy days easy.</div>
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Anything for you baby.</div>
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He can guide the feet that move.</div>
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You decide today, and every moment until that day.</div>
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"It is important to look at choices as opportunists, not as frustrations." </div>
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"It seems to me the very desert is singing." from Ben Hur</div>
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"Be thankful for the fleas." Corrie Ten Boom</div>
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"If you are not in over your head, how will you know how tall you are." - T. S. Eliot</div>
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"I sought the Lord, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears." - Proverbs</div>
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"But He knoweth the way that I take: when He hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold." - Job</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-11511270506169108442014-03-02T16:38:00.000-08:002014-03-02T16:43:24.796-08:00My defiance of coatsIt is only just barely March here in Utah, and I have developed a defiance of coats. For the past week, I have attempted to go to work, church, or anywhere really, without a coat. Besides being a cold all the time, there hasn't been too many consequences.<br />
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Today, for example, I didn't wear my coat to church, so I didn't have to carry a coat around at church, and I did't have to pick hairs off my coat the entire time at church (okay, gross, I know, but long hair gets everywhere, especially on coats).<br />
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So now as I sit in my empty apartment, gazing out at the dimming sky that often comes with overcast evenings, I am sitting on my couch next to my coat, because I threw it there before I walked out the door to church this morning.<br />
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And I am serious when I say that it is sitting there with me, making that same zig-zag position a person makes when sitting down. If coats would talk, would mine tell me it's lonely? Do coats get cold when people don't wrap inside them?<br />
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My purple plum coat stays silent, like coats should. Probably happy to be off the hanger, on the couch by the window, watching blue-grey skies turn steal, in a quiet apartment on a Sunday afternoon.<br />
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There will be no mountain glow tonight. That's what I call it when the setting sun shines on the mountains making them illuminate. But when it is cloudy and cold and a coat is needed or advised, dusk slips to dark without mountain glow.<br />
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Just steal blue sky glow tonight, just soft rainless skies tonight.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-58790321172414582942014-03-01T19:38:00.001-08:002014-03-01T19:38:20.634-08:00March Slice of Life ChallengeSo it is March again, and that means the <a href="http://twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/2014/03/01/sol14day1/">Slice of Life Challenge</a>. I am don't think I will actually post the the challenge this year, but just write every day in March. Lately I have had a lot of thoughts about life, bloggers, people, those types of things, but I haven't blogged about it. So here goes my type of March Madness. To tell you the truth, I am not even committed to doing the challenge. But it is 8:40 in March first, and I thought that I better post today to keep my options open and give me one more day to decide. So au revoir - 再见 - see ya tomorrow - maybe.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-91621973142850382772014-01-22T21:01:00.000-08:002014-01-22T21:01:27.361-08:00Poetry ThrowbackI just found this poem nudged somewhere in my journal. I wrote it in August, but it seems quite applicable now.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">that, when put in a mason jar of water,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">leaves from them grow;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">they are on the coffee table in my apartment,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and they were uprooted once.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">still they grow.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and why? because that</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">is what plants do; they grow.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and how are we so different?</span><br />
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Poetry love. btwfyi: the sticks with leaves featured below, at present day, still doing the plant thing, aka growing.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-67409849138890362922014-01-12T20:15:00.002-08:002014-01-12T20:15:59.261-08:00Chinese vs SpanishIn the quest to figure out what I want to do with my life, I fell in love with learning languages. I studied French in college, but really need to work on my grammar, so I am reading French everyday and basically loving every moment of it. But I really want to add a third language to my repertoire. So I was thinking Spanish. I already knew a few words and conjugations; it is so useful; and it is probably the most common foreign language spoken 'round these parts.<br />
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However, Latin based languages develop the more creative side or your brain, and Chinese, develops the more mathematical side. I speak a Germanic language, I have a working knowledge of a Latin one, but Chinese would open up my mind in so many different ways.<br />
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So I am out on a quest. Today I learned how to say the numbers zero through ten on an online podcast. I also learned the four different tones. And maybe, hopefully soon I will take a class, which I will probably really struggle with, but learn so much from. So who is with me? Learn Chinese??<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-75944502632590567252013-12-18T11:37:00.000-08:002013-12-18T11:38:38.627-08:00When you accidentally fail an entire classMy students were reading silently, a few weeks ago, and I was entering scores from their latest article of the week. Typed in the scores, clicked save, viola: updated grades.<br />
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Problem number one: Chloe, a pretty close to perfect student, now had an F. I looked back at the few other grades affecting this term; they were all perfect scores. The article of the week I had just entered was not a clear fifteen out of fifteen, but it was no where close to a failing grade.<br />
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Problem number two: The rest of the class was failing too. An entire class was failing. Panic surged through my veins for a second. What had just happened? My brain scanned through all the consequences of this handful of F's.<br />
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Turns out, I forgot to change the assignment to be worth 15 points instead of 100.<br />
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Details matter. Balance restored.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-83970350855099097912013-12-16T19:18:00.002-08:002013-12-16T19:20:51.607-08:00Sometimes I write my thoughts down in poetry form.Peace - the glass of day<br />
break: the composure;<br />
I am on the wings<br />
of eagles - I rest;<br />
I wait.<br />
I feel all types of unforecasted<br />
weather - and I give<br />
it all away.<br />
Abide here: I must stay.<br />
Change me, over<br />
and over. I will<br />
become clay somehow. I act<br />
in thy confidence:<br />
the very breath I breathe<br />
is thine.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-25197130105788810032013-12-16T19:10:00.003-08:002013-12-16T19:11:01.546-08:00"Busy" is now banished from my vocabularyI solemnly vow to never say the phrase(s), "I have been busy," "It has just been really busy," and/or "It has been crazy busy," or any such variation of the phrase pendant le rest de ma vie. I don't believe in busy. I don't believe such a state of being exists. And, if by the chance that such state does exist, I do not believe it to be an admirable, desirable, or productive way to live.<br />
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I am not busy, and I am never too busy, for those things that matter most. Check out one of my favorite speeches of all time - <a href="http://speeches.byu.edu/?act=viewitem&id=1943">What if love were our only motive?</a></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-5567643345612616182013-12-06T17:07:00.000-08:002013-12-06T17:10:04.989-08:00The Symphony of SnowAlright all you snow haters, I have to confess, I love snow. I love to see it falling, lighting up the night. I love to feel the safety blanket it lays over the city. I love how it gathers light, making ordinary things more beautiful. I even like driving in it, at least on small roads with no other cars around. Untouched snow - innocence. And snow with footprints and bike tire tracks and the remnants of a snow angel - the beauty of human experience, how we mold and change because of the influence of one another, reflected right there in the snow. And it melts; like other good things, it passes away, leaving us with memories, teaching us to treasure.<br />
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It took me four snowy winters to come to this realization. I mean, how's a girl to know when every complaint is about the wretched snow. I almost thought I hated it just because every else talks about how much they hate it. I do absolutely hate being cold, and that is why I chose to be born during this modern time of electric blankets and hot running water, so I could enjoy the symphony of snow and only be cold a little bit. Rejoice, there is snow.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-8088398497311738882013-11-15T10:56:00.000-08:002013-11-15T10:56:19.465-08:00One more observationAnd the rhythm of the seagulls wings as it catches, on and off, the light - how have I not noticed this before?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-76251317332635552352013-11-05T21:43:00.000-08:002013-11-05T21:43:17.456-08:00The seams of life are beautiful<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9WJOSM9ORM/UnnWtNCNfuI/AAAAAAAABjc/Vl0TJK-nLGs/s1600/origin_8512268811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9WJOSM9ORM/UnnWtNCNfuI/AAAAAAAABjc/Vl0TJK-nLGs/s320/origin_8512268811.jpg" width="320" /></a>I have been wanted to write about this for some time now. I have witnessed something spectacular. The type of beauty that asks for your full attention; steals for your entire self for just a moment. Waterfalls has often done this for me, but recently I discovered - no recently I noticed - these small black birds, possibly Blackbirds, flying patterns into the sky. They move together in a wave, resting for a moment, then rising back up as a music note would if it were to move along with its song. Each bird flies it own flight, and alone, just a small bird in a field it would be. But together, as an entity of one, these birds are pure soul on a canvas. They beg me: get out of your car and come sit. Forget the commute; forget papers to grade; just come sit and see a piece of nature's voice. The black birds flying in formation.<br />
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But I don't. And my eyes only watch the road. Then today, Autumn's dying, Snow is pushy, soon to coming, and the cars are all zooming down the street where I'm driving. Wind was blowing and Fall's leaves in the streets are a bouncing. They're jumping and riding the gust from the wheels of the cars. To the rhythm of rush hour, they tap the streets - their own ensemble of pianos - a ta-ta-tah-ta-ting. And their colors, a sparkling, like Christmas a coming, say even the dead leaves in the street have a voice.<br />
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Saying breathing and driving, commuting and grading, are all fine and good. But look, stand over here. Hear the loud crash of water on shinny black rocks. Feel the mist of the falls; let it prick on your face. The voices around me, though silent they are, tell of the beauty that makes up the seams of life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-43914817634509754952013-10-03T11:07:00.003-07:002013-10-03T11:07:55.562-07:00President Monson's First Conference Address <div style="text-align: center;">
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And I just want to take this moment to personally invite all, to watch general conference this weekend. Feel more peace and love in your life, better understand your purpose, get answers to tough questions, it is so worth it.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-48509554540131325572013-09-21T15:33:00.002-07:002013-09-21T15:33:49.503-07:00Lil' bit of r-a-n-d-o-m for the crowdCette semaine has been off the hook aka cray zay. But ya know, you can't turn your back on the street.<br />
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Number One: Who ever thought to take the convenient shape of chapstick and turn it into a bulky, awkward roundness, was cray cray. It fits quite awkwardly anywhere in my bag or my pocket, and its nicely just about nowhere. Plus, there is no graceful way to apply it. I can't glide it along my lips, I have to fumble trying to smush it against the corners of my mouth. Round chapstick should be a nogo.<br />
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Number Two: It last all about three seconds. Then I might as well reapply. In fact, I guess I could just hold it in the palm of my hand all day; that is the one place it kinda-sorta-not-really fits.<br />
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Number Three: I maybe just a little bit feel like a poser.<br />
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So if you are wondering, I wouldn't buy one.<br />
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On another note, this week I discovered the sweetest app evs. <a href="http://www.duolingo.com/">Duolingo</a>. I am strengthening my French, learning Spanish, and I passed level one in German and Italian. This one, is worth it.<br />
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Number Two: I have studied in school how language is best acquired, and this app has the research in its pocket. It relies entirely on context clues, and does quite a superb job of scaffolding.<br />
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Number Three: It strengthens listening, speaking, writing, and reading skills. Wow, that is pretty much the lot.<br />
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So if you want to learn some other language, or even if you are just bored, or even if you are as busy as superman, try the app. I am recommending it.<br />
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A friend of mine shared this on faceybook, and I just watched it and cried. Thought I would share. People, all people, should always take care of each other.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-39781759312282104442013-09-09T10:24:00.001-07:002013-09-09T19:30:07.200-07:00I'll take my milk from a chocolate straw<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SAouCWxafg/Ui4EB7Eb3oI/AAAAAAAABfw/ygPAA70T73g/s1600/0902032219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SAouCWxafg/Ui4EB7Eb3oI/AAAAAAAABfw/ygPAA70T73g/s320/0902032219.jpg" width="240" /></a>I hate milk. Je ne l'aime pas. Okay, I <i>dislike </i>it. So 95 percent of the time, I don't drink it plain. And I throw out the extra milk from my cereal. Yep, I waste it. But then, the other week, I found this treasure. Choco milk straws. So the premise as follows: put the straw in a glass of milk, place your lips on the straw, suck, and viola, chocolate milk party in the mouth. There is also cookies and cream flavor. I was just shopping around Walmart on a Monday afternoon, and there they were, sitting quietly on the shelf. So I bought them like a thief. The check-out lady didn't even comment or say anything like, "Whoa, cool straws."<br />
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Hence, as of late, I have been drinking milk "plain" mostly just because I like using the straws. And I make every other duck who wanders into our apartment try them. So I have been drinking lots of milk. I even used one to finish my cereal milk once. But now I have a question: Am I slightly lactose intolerant? Is that even possible? Because milk doesn't usually make me sick, but I am not so sure...unless it is these straws that are doing the poison.<br />
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I haven't decided yet if I am going to stop drinking milk from these straws. But I do think I will be having oatmeal for breakfast, instead of cereal, for the rest of the week. #milkiswierd #strawsareforthecoolkids #maybetheyshouldselltheseatchicfillaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-65390860089350813152013-09-06T19:29:00.001-07:002013-09-06T19:29:21.569-07:00Update: Just got this picture from ma sista<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just got this picture from my sister. This is our kitten, Tigress, just chillin in a basket like a boss.</div>
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Okay, what is going on here? I just keep looking at it too. I mean, that is what I do when I am bored, or stressed, or silly, I put a piece of bread over my head and talk like a robot. And it is interesting too because a few days before she sent me a picture of a cat looking in a puddle at its reflection which was a lion. So, is that cat doing that cat-thing, and trying to look like a lion? Because if he is, he has nothing on my cat, Tigress.<br />
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And so I just wanted to share this picture with all of you. When you are bored/stressed/don'tknowwhattodo, just remember, You are bread. Whatevs that means.<br />
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P.S. Sometimes I call my sister by her Indian name: She lives for hugs.<br />
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Oh and just for your enjoyment. We both get up pretty dang early. So one morning, I sent her a picture of me looking tired, and she responded with her tired picture. Featured below for your viewing pleasure.<br />
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We are all people. We are all looking for answers. We all want to know what is important, and we all want to feel loved.<br />
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I can promise you that there is a God, Heavenly Father, who loves you more than you can imagine. He wants you to feel His love and to feel full. So he restored Christ's <a href="http://mormon.org/">gospel</a>, the same Gospel that was established when Christ was on the earth, so that you could come closer to him and feel really joy and love.<br />
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This I know is true.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-69633647849546086512013-09-01T17:43:00.001-07:002013-09-01T22:24:11.367-07:00Two KindsThere are two kinds of chocolate chip cookies: the soft buttery kind and the crumbly oaty kind. I am one hundred percent those crumbly oaty kind. Especially the kind that come out of my mama's oven. But today I ate a soft buttery chocolate chip cookie just because it was there and I was hungry. I mean some people don't even have chocolate chips cookies at all. In France, we tried really hard to make Madam host mother some chocolate chips cookies, but we couldn't find any of the ingredients. And the ingredients we did find, were a little off. So we tried okay. But back to America, there are two types of chocolate chips cookies out there, and one type is boss over the other.<br />
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Ya so I am super glad I am not a T-Rex. And super glad I have a clean apartment. Now I think I will go into my clean kitchen and make some dancing chocolate chips cookies, and while I am doing it, I will remember how grateful I am to be human, not T-Rex, because making chocolate chip cookies wouldn't be super easy either.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273000176235973804.post-11871919928902533342013-08-31T14:37:00.001-07:002013-08-31T14:37:22.961-07:00Today is SaturdayFor some reason today I felt the sudden urge to revamp my blog. Let me tell you it straight: it is all symbolic - new start, nice clean and white, change of title. I also cleaned the blinds in my apartment today. It probably took over an hour, but now there isn't any dust flopping around when we open and close the window. I swept too. And did the laundry. Oh isn't Saturday such a special day.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1