Beneath the Wraps

Do you feel your beliefs and values are shared by most of the people you are surrounded by each day?   Or do your beliefs set you apart from those around you? The answer to both questions is “Yes”.   Allow me to elaborate: Less than half of all those living in Salt Lake are LDS.   Not all LDS are active.   Though many wards have great support and members work well together, there are just as many whose members may go through the motions each Sunday but may not carry it out the remaining six days – like the “Come Follow Me Program”   -   I’m just curious.   Although I have good friends in the Church who really do live a Christian life 24/7,   I didn’t often feel my values were the same as others living in Salt Lake. As a whole, I usually felt so uptight with the hurriedness, the crime, profanity, dysfunctional relationships, etc.   I was part of the minority – which is not a bad thing.   Evidently, I’ve been part of the minority m...

Thank you bags are not twice as big as other grocery bags, but large enough that they are a perfect size for our bathroom waste baskets.   Yesterday morning Roland decided he would collect the garbage all throughout the house.   He removed the “Thank you” bag and replaced it with a Wal-Mart – which sinks down into the can each   time I have tossed in waste.   I like THANK YOU bags.

How many of your elementary school teachers do you remember?   Did you have a favorite?   Least favorite?         I had three different teachers in kindergarten alone.   The names in order were Mrs. Cannon (I don’t remember her at all but had recorded her name in this post ) Miss Nelson (I have no idea what the correct spelling was) and Ms. Wambsley.   I may have liked the first two okay, but hated Ms. Wambsley (I can’t remember for certain if she was a Miss or a Mrs.   I would imagine a Miss as I can’t visualize anyone would purposely pursue a marital relationship with the witch)   I must have mentioned somewhere that she was so horrible that even the parents didn’t care for her or unique methods of teaching – or attempting to rather.         My first-grade teacher was Mrs. Godown I believe.   There were four first grade instructors – each new to the district the year I was in first grade.   They h...

Roland has always told the boys that all businesses consist of product, knowledge or service. Services might include daycare, mowing lawns, yard work, and hotels working as maids, in reservations, waiters, chefs, bellhops, etc. There are also cleaning services and service providers like phone and internet.   Just about every product business has customer service. Service: the action of helping or doing work for someone.       We give service through the church or community.   Some of the service projects we have done through the Church include babysitting, painting, cleaning, and weeding to name a few.   We have also had community service projects that involve sprucing up the park and cleaning up Main Street.   There are community services sponsored by businesses that allow seniors to go to the movies once a month.   There is community service in which hygiene and medicine are taught to the poor.   There is also ser...

Whenever I have watched the Food Network series “Chopped” I think how challenging it would be to make food that is going to please all three judges as they have different opinions about why something is good or bad.   It’s pretty much the same thing with turning in assignments to different instructors.   Some are sticklers for the APA.   Some won’t accept anything written in first person.   Fortunately, I have had many, like me, who prefer the first person to boring textbook narration.           In each class I have had, the instructor has encouraged the students to use the writing center.   Again, there is a huge array of people that have their opinions on what makes for a good assignment and what doesn’t.   Granted, I realize two days work is NOT a lot of time for a proper paper, but I cannot wait until the end of the week for the writing center gets more backed up.   I want to have my paper now. ...

Someone posted this link to facebook yesterday.   Wow. I remember filling sandbags.   I remember standing on state street and looking at the river.   I remember standing there the following year as the Olympic Torch was being passed.   I believe it was Senator Orrin Hatch   running on State Street.   I remember thinking how surreal that was as the path he was on was under water the year prior.   I couldn’t find a picture of the torch being passed on state street, but here is an article that maps out the run.

Our biggest reason for moving to Oregon was so that I could breathe.   I didn’t wish for my family members have to listen to me hack out my lungs or gasp for air – and yet this month has seemed to defeat the purpose.   Yesterday I spent the majority of the day in the emergency room – first the waiting room and then a small section in another room divided by curtains.   I thought Dial-up AOL was the slowest thing ever.   They are speed demons next to Urgent Care.   And Urgent was five times faster than Emergency.   Granted, it was Memorial Day and there was nowhere else to go.   Most of the patients there didn’t seem in bad enough shape to require emergency care.   I heard three or four of them just chatting away as if they were there to socialize.   I clung onto my head so that it wouldn’t roll off or explode.   I suspect I was dehydrated as I had left large evidences of my DNS at different Urgent cares that Google had said were open...