Not Gonna Play Catch Up

November 29, 2010

Ya, ya, ya.. I know it's been almost six month since my last post.  Long story short, SCHOOL happened.  With that said, I'm not going to try and bring everything up to date, because I'm pretty sure that's exactly why it's taken me this long to post again.  The thought of having to remember everything and put it into witty/entertaining order is more daunting for me than anything. 

Which makes me think - isn't that the point of blogging?  Maybe I'm just setting myself up to fail, because my journal knows better than anyone that I'm a horrible storyteller - let alone inconsistent in my contributions. 

This week has been one of remembering passions for me.  First - I HATE snow.  The only redeeming quality is that the sooner it comes, the sooner I can start complaining that it should be spring. :)  I don't snowboard or ski, so there's really no recreational value in it for me.  Sure, I'll go sledding, but any activity that makes my fingers and toes go numb no matter how many layers I'm wearing just does not appeal to me.  I'll take my fuzzy socks and a good book over snow play any time.  To add to my repulsion, we realized at 8:55 on Sunday morning (church is bright and early at 9) that it actually had snowed, which left no time to shovel the driveway before backing out, and I swear no amount of sun will ever melt the seemingly permanent ice tracks that are there now. 

Second - Cafe Rio Tostadas are probably the best semi-fast food I've ever had.  Thank goodness for the person who decided to Americanize Mexican food. 

Third - I had forgotten how much I love talking about the gospel with friends.  I had a great phone conversation with Savannah Gardiner yesterday, and we ended up talking a lot about religion.  She's found herself as a major minority (does that even make sense?) in Hawaii being one of the only Mormons, and it's given her a lot of opportunity to talk about what we believe in, etc.  We talked about some of the doctrines of the church and some of the principles of the temple, and I finished the phone call feeling really uplifted, like it really made a difference in my testimony to just have discussed what I believed with someone else.  I'm so grateful for friends who care about the gospel enough to truly study and seek out answers, and then share what they believe with me. 

Anyway, that'll do for now.  Till next time.