As the defacto, yet clearly Luddite administrator of Millennial Star, I get to see a lot of the comments via my inbox. I don’t always read every comment, because if I did that, I would never get anything else done. When I do read comments, a few of them tend to stand out.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
We are likely months away from Romney picking a running mate, but that should not impede us from guessing and hypothesizing who the best pick is, and who the VP candidate might actually be.
Normally, I am hesitant to wade too deep into political waters, however, this discussion seems innocuous enough, no? Continue reading
Her rough demeanor belied the goodness and warmth that her close friends and family knew so well. No stranger to hard work, she took side jobs cleaning houses and offices to supplement the family income. On weekends, she often cooked fry bread with her family and invited her friends to enjoy hot fry bread via Facebook. Her father’s fry bread stand was a crowd favorite during the annual Easter pageant at the Mesa Arizona Temple.
She often put the needs of her family and friends ahead of her own, going without so others would not; freely giving of herself. Tragically, she gave her life defending her family from an armed intruder.
One of my least favorite activities is renewing my drivers license, or registering my vehicle.
Today, I got to do both.
If you ever want a feeling of hopelessness, walk into almost any department of motor vehicle office, in any state, and the long lines will make you long for a BarcaLounger and a television remote. Add two hyper children into the mix, and you have a vision of what outer darkness could be like.