Thursday, April 28, 2011

Offended?

This morning I was Visiting with some of the ladies in my church. About half way through the three of us talking the lady to my left turns to me and says," you so remind me of Bella from Twilight! the Beautiful dark hair, fair skin, and that you just moved here from Arizona." I know that I might get shot for this, but I don't like Twilight and never will. I have read part of it once. don't get me wrong she is a good Author(some would say), but I am not into the vampires and I don't like the way that she writes. I am also LDS like the author and do not agreed with some of the things that are in her writing. I know that every other little Mormon girl has read the books, but I am not most Mormon girls! I like to read stuff that has more substance to it than just a fling read. Thanks for the compliment of a character that i know that you like! :)

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Kathryn Schulz: On being wrong | Video on TED.com

Kathryn Schulz: On being wrong | Video on TED.com


I Have had a lot of theories, philosophies and beliefs. But sometimes, sometimes they just didn't end up the way I hoped, and I am left standing thinking,' I was just ignorant or to proud?'. Sometimes we just have to say 'I don't know' and admit we are wrong.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Mine once again!

I wrote this on the plane ride back to Maryland. I was tired and grumpy. I didn't really want to leave the heat or my friends/family. But here I am, still wanting to know what I am doing here.

Mine once again

From the smell of the dust in the air to the way the ground is so dry, I have missed everything about you.
Your bright, hot, unforgiving sun I have craved for you long from the hell I know dwell in.
I see my solo friends with their arms in the air, almost as though they are greeting me.
'Salutations, Sir. Saguaro!' though unmoving his arms, and his dangerous lips do not open, he says more than the coyotes at night.
'Your home! Now please stay." His plea is not the only one. The rocks, the lizards, and even the few plants appear from no where to give me this same plea.
Wet magic slips from my eyes as I turn away. 'Please, do not ask me today.' as a gentle breeze pulls dust past my face I wish I could give them a different answer.
But for now the West is mine! so I raise my head to its sun, and let him sizzle my tears away. For today this is mine, my Arizona once again.