No, sorry. I failed to credit the Arizona Republic.
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the mountains east of us, the Santans, I think, are blanketed with snow. I LOVE it! The kids all want to go sledding. Pinetop got 4 feet and the Nielsons were in the middle of it. That would be fun, if you had no place to be for a week!
I made Steve plan out a Saturday and put it on the calendar during which we will do nothing for anybody else, only for ourselves. Selfish desire of my heart, it is. And it feels good. And that Saturday is, drum roll...... this weekend! Hooray. Help move yet another family into our ward? Sorry. Family commitment. Go to yet another bridal shower? Can't make it. I have a previous commitment. Ward temple night? Um, maybe, we'll see, but if we do, it will be for us and not for anyone else. I tell you, it has been a long time since we've had a no-commitment Saturday. I'm already planning ahead for the next one.
For me, one of the favorable things about Barack Obama is that he's black. Half black, but black nonetheless. I've heard a lot of hullabaloo -- especially in the media -- that we really ought not let race play a factor in this election. Geraldine Ferraro was lambasted for suggesting that Obama's race was to his advantage in beating Clinton. But I agreed with her, as far as I understood her comments correctly. His ethnicity makes me more inclined to vote for him. If we don't elect a black president this year, it will be a very, very long time before we ever elect a black president. Or a Chinese-American president, or a Jewish president, or a Mormon president and I could go on. The black cultural things about Obama make some people very nervous: his African-American church, for example, or the racially-charged thesis that his wife supposedly wrote at Princeton, or was it Yale? 1 There are way too many people, of all political parties, in this country who harbor biases t...
I keep thinking about topics or events that I could fashion into some sort of blog post, but the ideas all seem to dissipate before I make it happen. I'm definitely in a bored-of-my-own-blog kind of phase, which is too bad because I have lots of friends and family members who may be a little curious about my grand Adventures in the Beehive. Really, this ought to be a time of reflective verbosity. Here are some possible bloggable topics. Please advise. A. How I got bullied at the school carnival. B. What we did on this lovely Thursday evening, and to which blogging queen of Provo's house we did a drive-by. C. Quantities and descriptions of the foodstuff that my family collectively deposited on the floor at Thai Chili Garden. D. My friends the OvaHimba, as brought back to my frontburner (why not?! everyone has a backburner) by a lovely show on the Travel Channel tonight. D, part 2. What I fear most about living in Provo, and what it has to do with going to Namibia in 1996. E...
Yesterday for dinner I picked up: pizza. We put the leftovers in the fridge. Who doesn't love cold pizza leftovers for breakfast? So that's what the kids had, bright and early. Today at lunch, I was wanting something effortless, so I cooked up a Safeway self-rising crust frozen pepperoni pizza. "The best pizza we have ever, ever had," the kids shouted. After some snacking in the afternoon on cereal and clementines, which I have, in my kitchen, we met Steve at Costco this evening to return some shoes and to get dinner at the Food Court. I grabbed a table while Steve and the kids put in their order. Chicken caesar salads for the adults, and for the kids: oh, yes, he bought them pizza! So, let's review. Last night for dinner, today for breakfast, lunch and dinner: PIZZA. All with pepperoni. And now you understand the title of this post. Scheduled for tomorrow: tour of a doughnut factory with the kids and the cubs. The awesomeness continues. After Costco, we all went ...
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I made Steve plan out a Saturday and put it on the calendar during which we will do nothing for anybody else, only for ourselves. Selfish desire of my heart, it is. And it feels good. And that Saturday is, drum roll...... this weekend! Hooray. Help move yet another family into our ward? Sorry. Family commitment. Go to yet another bridal shower? Can't make it. I have a previous commitment. Ward temple night? Um, maybe, we'll see, but if we do, it will be for us and not for anyone else. I tell you, it has been a long time since we've had a no-commitment Saturday. I'm already planning ahead for the next one.