Today, God answered my prayer. Because the answer is so profound to me, I dare not share it because I feel that it will lose its meaning to me. Needless to say, the answer is going to allow me to do with my life that which has been neglected for many, many years. A weight has been lifted off of my chest!
I guess to a certain extent that the talks given during General Conference resonated within my heart with power and light. Now I need to get going with my life and quit thinking of my squandered past. Thank you President Uchtdorf and Elder Holland. Thank you so very much for the words you spoke. Inspirational does not begin to describe their effect.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Oh boy
It has been forever and a day since I last got on here and wrote anything. When I said that I sucked at this blogging thing, I wasn't joking around.
The weather was beautiful today, although I would've liked the temps to be a few degrees higher, but it was a nice day nonetheless. Lazy day, too. Sat around and watched General Conference, napped (Sunday naps are the greatest) and went a little drive with Jodi around west Layton and Syracuse.
I've been trying to get the new bathroom completed downstairs so that Jodi and I can reclaim our personal bathroom and the spare. Janette uses the spare as a dance/singing studio, and Chris always stinks our master bathroom up. Speaking of Chris and bathrooms, Thursday, Jodi calls me up at work and tells me that I need to come home because the spare bathroom toilet is overflowing. So I break from what I'm doing, rush home, and sure enough, Chris clogged up the toilet.
This is not the first time that he has given birth to a small animal and the animal has caused me to completely disassemble the toilet to extricate it. Three hours later, a whole lot of swear words uttered, a new wax ring, flush valve, and two pairs of poop encrusted latex gloves later, the small animal was removed and toilet working again.
I have no idea what that kid goes through when he takes a dump, but I have to think that he's in terrible pain. I asked him if he bled, or might need a spinal block next time. The way I see it, with the time that I had to take off of work, the cost of replacement parts, and my labor included, Chris owes me at least three hundred dollars for emergency turd removal. Yuk, yuk, yuk, yuk, yuk!
In other news.
I have a great dispassion for Barrack Obama, but I'll leave that for another discussion. My job is there-not fulfilling-but just there. At least I still have one and I'm eternally grateful for it. IF only I could get rid of two or three individuals, I'd be fine. (Maybe they want to get rid of me?)
One guy, age 64, needs to retire. Everyday is a new health malady that he has to tell everyone about. For the past two weeks it has been about his hemorrhoids, and at certain times each day he grabs the Preparation H and heads for the head to apply the daily smear. He hocks up lung oysters every morning and to be honest, ENOUGH!
The other two guys have three brain cells between them, the one have two and seven eighths of those brain cells. I wont give out names, but if you met them, you'ld concur with me.
Well, it's past my bed time. I've overused my quota for this month. Later, ya'll!
The weather was beautiful today, although I would've liked the temps to be a few degrees higher, but it was a nice day nonetheless. Lazy day, too. Sat around and watched General Conference, napped (Sunday naps are the greatest) and went a little drive with Jodi around west Layton and Syracuse.
I've been trying to get the new bathroom completed downstairs so that Jodi and I can reclaim our personal bathroom and the spare. Janette uses the spare as a dance/singing studio, and Chris always stinks our master bathroom up. Speaking of Chris and bathrooms, Thursday, Jodi calls me up at work and tells me that I need to come home because the spare bathroom toilet is overflowing. So I break from what I'm doing, rush home, and sure enough, Chris clogged up the toilet.
This is not the first time that he has given birth to a small animal and the animal has caused me to completely disassemble the toilet to extricate it. Three hours later, a whole lot of swear words uttered, a new wax ring, flush valve, and two pairs of poop encrusted latex gloves later, the small animal was removed and toilet working again.
I have no idea what that kid goes through when he takes a dump, but I have to think that he's in terrible pain. I asked him if he bled, or might need a spinal block next time. The way I see it, with the time that I had to take off of work, the cost of replacement parts, and my labor included, Chris owes me at least three hundred dollars for emergency turd removal. Yuk, yuk, yuk, yuk, yuk!
In other news.
I have a great dispassion for Barrack Obama, but I'll leave that for another discussion. My job is there-not fulfilling-but just there. At least I still have one and I'm eternally grateful for it. IF only I could get rid of two or three individuals, I'd be fine. (Maybe they want to get rid of me?)
One guy, age 64, needs to retire. Everyday is a new health malady that he has to tell everyone about. For the past two weeks it has been about his hemorrhoids, and at certain times each day he grabs the Preparation H and heads for the head to apply the daily smear. He hocks up lung oysters every morning and to be honest, ENOUGH!
The other two guys have three brain cells between them, the one have two and seven eighths of those brain cells. I wont give out names, but if you met them, you'ld concur with me.
Well, it's past my bed time. I've overused my quota for this month. Later, ya'll!
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