15 February 2012
On the other hand . . . I really, really like new things. Specifically, electronic things.
I love the thrill of Internet research precluding the informed, yet slightly impulsive buy. I love the giddy drive home that is filled with the anticipation of opening the new thing. I love holding the box and cutting the seal with a razor. I love sorting through the packaging. I LOVE manuals!
I love being able to turn it on for the first time and listen to the start up jingle. I love figuring it out faster than the next guy. I love new things.
Maybe I'm all alone on this one. Maybe I'm no better than the throwaway society that I am reluctantly a member of, but I feel justified in my dichotomy.
That being said . . . I'm about to open up my new iPAD! OH YEAH!
23 January 2012
She was 98 and I loved her. My earliest memories of her include perfectly manicured hair, those grandma glasses, dresses with lacy collars and the best yellow apples I have EVER eaten. Her and grandpa lived in Manti only yards from that beautiful temple, and when we visited her house I was always excited to sneak a glimpse of the portal toilet they kept next to the guest bed. She was born amongst horse and buggies and probably died with her 4G smart phone next to her bed. THAT is amazing. SHE is amazing. What a life and what a legacy.
As we sat awaiting the family prayer, I was overcome with a feeling that I have never had at a funeral before. I have experienced the peace that attends the passing of a family member or friend, but today I was invigorated. After Uncle Leon finished the prayer, I was nearly moved to a audible cheer as I was overcome with the feeling of victory and confidence; victory for a life so gracefully lived and confidence in the promise of eternal life.
The service was touching, sweet, and full of the Spirit of the Lord. It was an honor to learn more about my sweet grandmother and visit with family that I have not seen in years, but even more wonderful was the reassurance that she lives on. I was moved to tears not because of sadness, but because of joy. Though not as many as I would have liked, I love that I have the memories that I do with my wonderful grandmother. I love the promise of eternal life in which I will sit with her again and make even more memories. I love the picture of her standing with my valiant great grandfather once again reuniting with her family and friends. I love the promises of the Restored Gospel.
"And I soon go to the place of my rest, which is with my Redeemer; for I know that in him I shall rest. And I rejoice in the day when my mortal shall put on immortality, and shall stand before him; then shall I see his face with pleasure, and he will say unto me: Come unto me, ye blessed, there is a place prepared for you in the mansions of my Father." (Enos 1:27)I love what I know.
19 January 2012
Anyhow, there is a specific "lady" in the corporate office that takes the histrionic cake, blows it up, and smears its remains on her face as a sort of melodramatic war paint, and, completely unbeknown st to me, I fell from her good graces on a certain Tuesday (I know this because a coworker informed me that she is telling people that I "don't know a hole in the wall from my own head.") Now, I know I shouldn't give her distaste for me much weight because I'm probably just her Nemesis of the Hour, but I still find it unsettling that someone out there dislikes me for no reason at all. Come on, if you are going to detest me enough to talk crap on me, at least do it for a quality reason. Unfounded annoyance is a waste of every one's time.
So, I was sitting at work being annoyed about her orneriness and on comes a swift and wicked bout of stomach flu. I was miserable, but I needed to stay at work for at least a few more hours. To give my coworkers relief from my moaning (I believe that moaning actually alleviates the pangs of the flu), I decided to take my lunch break and nap in my car. After resting up, I headed back towards the parking garage stairs and heard a raspy scream and a deep thud. Unable to move much faster than a geriatric shuffle, I got to the steps as quickly as I could. When I arrived, the sight in front of me was nothing short of pathetic.
We shared a 3-minute linked arm embrace to her car and then she was on her way. It's now been a couple weeks, we've eaten lunch in the same room, but we have not even breathed a word of this experience. I'm resolute though because I may not know the difference between a hole and my head, but I was there in her pathetic and embarrassing moment of need. There's no price you can put on that . . . this visual is enough.
I'm considering her killed with karma.
17 January 2012
So, you may know that I have this unhealthy addition to Peanut Butter (I capitalized it because I give PB the respect it deserves). I've come to terms with it, but not enough to fix it.
The other day I was home alone for about an hour so I began reviewing my to-be-viewed DVR'd shows and came across a new episode of UNWRAPPED (an AWESOME show from the Food Network. It's like a marriage between those fascinating how it's made clips from Mr. Rodgers and FOOD. Genius) entitled Peanut Butter Bites. First I gasped then I ran upstairs and made myself a Peanut Butter/Chocolate Dipper in preparation to settle down with no distractions. The next 22 minutes changed my life. As Marc Summers was running from factory to factory showing the inside scoop on all things Peanut Butter, I got more and more excited . . . then it happened: PB Loco!
Marc introduced a restaurant chain known as PB Loco: an ENTIRE cafe/restaurant dedicated to PEANUT BUTTER. I nearly drooled and even blushed a bit watching them unveil their PB Concoctions. I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU to check out the menu.
I'm specifically intrigued by the following menu items:
BACON . . . and PEANUT BUTTER. Who'd a thought? . . . PB LOCO did! I could kiss its creator on the mouth!
After already planning my next stop to its founding store in Phoenix, AZ, I did a little further research to discover that PB Loco just couldn't swim the swamp of recession and closed its doors last year. . . I had a moment of silence, but was quickly rejuvenated by the idea of PB LOCO FRIEND DINNER NIGHT! Read it and weep, the Gregans will be hosting a PB LOCO DINNER NIGHT (details to follow. You gluten frees are welcome to tag along, we're a GF Friendly household)
Get excited because this is gonna be AWESOME!
10 January 2012
I just don't quite know how yet.
"God is eagerly waiting for the chance to answer your prayers and fulfill your dreams, just as he always has. But he can't if you don't pray, and he can't if you don't dream. In short, he can't if you don't believe." -Jeffrey R. Holland
09 January 2012
HOWEVER, I am moving on with REVISED REALITY! Allow me to define this reality: though I may not post daily, I AM recommitted to the blogging world. I even have a few great posts pre-written in my head!
So don't be let down, be EXCITED! This way you get more substance per post, ya know?
Allow me to post a picture to hold you over.
This has got to be one of the greatest pictures I have seen in a long time. I LOVE my Little Ladies!
For now, I'm going to bed. I tired and my stomach still hurts a bit.