Raspberry Sorbet

The greatest part of life is the part at the end of the day when you get your reward for living the whole day through: sleep.

Today is a leap day. February 29th. It occurs to me that this day ought to be different than other days because, unlike other days, it only comes around every once in a while. But, it really wasn't that different. Just a buffer between February and what tomorrow will be: March.

In like a lion and out like a lamb. I love lions, and so I resent the fact that the terrible weather changes associated with the beginning of March are compared to lions. Lions are golden and warm and majestic and courageous and terrible and awe-inspiring. March is wet and cold and snowy and slushy and irascible and slinks in, not really knowing if he wants to be there or not. March is like the voice of boy going through puberty-- it tries hard, but still breaks and cracks and moves back and forth instead just grounding itself down where it should be. March is like waiting for the boy you like to call you back, but secretly inside you know he probably forgot about you. March is like any transition-- awkward and messy and unsure.

Lions are not like that. Case closed.

If I had my way, August would be a lion-- laying all regal and golden in the grass under a clear blue sky with creamy white clouds and olive-green leaves.

December would be like a lamb. Soft and special and white and pure-- and just the calm that comes from the spirit of christmas.

Maybe march comes in like a sea-urchin and leaves like... a toddler in its terrible twos.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate toddlers or sea urchins. I just love lions.

Lowly Nine

What is the definition of an original thought?

That is something to think about. How many things that I think about come from me?-- not from media, or from friends, or from music, or from church-- but really, really just from myself?

I wonder if I had grown up somewhere else or if I had majored in something different, if my original thoughts would be different-- if I would be the same person, or really really different.

Philosophy. And hypothetical questions. My sister used to make fun of me for both.

But the thing is, I hate philosophy. Nothing has ever seemed so pointless to me as does my class right now on extended mind theory-- how meaning is embodied. I really could care less about those sorts of things-- cuz they aren't really important. Especially because I know about God and the creation the meaning of our bodies-- and it is way beyond any lowly human philosophy.

All Good Things

Today marks a fantabulous occasion.

I used the word fantabulous to convince myself.

But, since I am making this resolution blog official-- and now am past the days of valentines and birthday: I am ridding my life of sugar. Refined sugar. Added sugar. Chocolate, gushers, fruit snacks, candy... all of it. My body needs a treat and I decided to start by stopping the practice of making it digest all this stuff that it hates.

So goodbye cake and hello spinach. :)

Please self, try to be understanding.

Gummy Sharks

For all those who know what candy entails (and for all those who know what candy entails who actually read this)... there is a reason why the title of this post is candy. :) Enough said.

As I sit here absurdly late (or absurdly early) at night, I find it difficult to really express the true euphoria I am feeling. Screen shot: living room is clean. Wrapped in my leopard print snuggie. Fighting off a monster stomach ache. And silence.

Oh wait. Did I fail to mention the silence? I can hear the ticking clock, the cars outside, the quiet clacking of my keys as I type this. And I cannot hear the drip, drip, drip of our kitchen faucet. That's right. The drip is no more.

How might such a miracle have come about? Well, I'll tell you.

Yesterday morning, Melanie was doing the dishes and I was trying to watch Heartland... this ultra cheesy Canadian show about horses and ranches and love and happiness in Alberta. I couldn't find my earphones and kept turning up the volume to hear the sappiness over the... tap-iness. Finally Melanie couldn't take the sapiness anymore and yelled at me to turn it down. I yelled back and said, "No can do, the drip is too loud!" After an enormous fight, Mel and I decided it was silly, so we opened our little box of explosives that she keeps in a box under her bed and dynamited the tap in order to keep peace between us. There has been no hint of a drip ever since and Mel and I have moved on.

Okay. Okay.

The maintenance guys fixed it. Happy?

I am. :)

River, Deliver Him There

This morning, since we have such a long time before church starts, I watched Prince of Egypt. I absolutely love that movie, and the music is so good! It always reminds me of the greatness of God. In the Book of Mormon, Nephi tells his brothers to remember the Lord who lead Israel out of Egypt, crossing the red sea on dry ground. The Lord is our Deliverer, just as he delivered the slaves from bondage, he can deliver us too. :)

We also woke up to snow this morning... after a brown BROWN winter, I was getting used to it being fifty degrees out everyday. Now we have this white stuff pouring from the sky, and I-- have mixed feelings. Snow is beautiful. But spring holds my heart-- because spring brings summer and it brings days what I can spend hours outside instead of -- inside.

Our tap is still dripping.