*I could be a hippie, albeit a non-camping hippie. A hippie in a house. A house hippie. And the drug-free type. But the rest of it? Not a stretch…
*When one boils down any religion, it all looks the same: belief in a higher purpose and kindness to others
*There has to be a better way to come back from vacation. A vacation from your vacation or a Vacation Detox program to ease one back into real life.
*Pura Vida!
*From Scrambled Eggs Super by Dr. Seuss:
Scrambled Eggs Super dee Dooper de Booper, Special De-luxe ala Peter T. Hooper
*I just don’t get food on a stick. Or food art. I lose my appetite just thinking about eating something that’s made to look like something else.
*City plazas, that’s what we need. Thanks, Latin America, for helping me see the light.
*Could we arrange a situation where we’d receive a list from Heaven detailing exactly what we do well and a prioritized list of things to work on? I don’t even know where to begin…
*I hate when I find a new song that I love so much I listen to it on repeat for a week until I no longer feel the same love toward it. Overplaying spoils the goodness. Down with overplaying.
*Post Conference: feeling strangely hopeful despite my wretchedness. :)
And Elder Holland is my hero.
*I want my kids to travel while they’re young so they’ll realize that people worldwide are just trying to live a happy, full life in the best way they know how. There is beauty and kindness everywhere.
*Is determination a talent? If so, I am quite talented, people.
*I wish I could see myself from another persons’ point of view, just for one day. I think I’d figure out pretty quickly what things I needed to change.
*I have brought a painfully slow new meaning to the phrase ‘late bloomer’.
*I wish I could move the mop/broom/toilet brush/dust rug/sponge just by thinking about it. If I close my eyes and concentrate hard enough on the task, do you think it would work?
*Must. Visit. Biltmore
*It’s hard to say goodbye to the voices in my head. But if I don’t, it might get crowded. Or is it the more, the merrier principal? Congested craziness…at least I’d be in good company.
*I love teenage boys—not in a creepy, old-enough-to-be-their-mother way, but I think they’re so cute., And I get to have two of them!
*I really need to learn a new language. Spanish? French? Morse code?
2 comments:
Enjoyed this thoroughly! Plus I too would like to visit Biltmore.
Definitely Morse code. You'd use it WAY more than anything else. :)
Love hearing your brain clutter. Even more, I love that I actually hear your voice when I read this. It's like when you read a conference talk and can't help but hear the speaker's voice inflections the entire time.
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