
This is a picture of The Shins playing Bingo. James Mercer (lead singer and the star of my dream) is the second one in from the left...notice the intensity.

This is a picture of The Shins playing Bingo. James Mercer (lead singer and the star of my dream) is the second one in from the left...notice the intensity.
I love this picture of President Hinckley. I am sure going to miss him and his upbeat personality. I will miss seeing him beem with life at his old age and thinking "I hope I am that happy when I get old." Odds are against me. I complain about anything that kind of hurts, or kind of bugs me...I need to work on that. When Tyler and I found out about his passing last night we just sat there. It was hard to believe it had actually happened, even though we all were surprised every 6 months when he stood at the pulpit. What an example of everything he was. I think I like his sincerity and ability to be optimistic the most.
It is strange to think of another man being the President of the church. President Hickley is the only Prophet I can remember hearing in my life time so far. I felt close to him, even though I had never actually met him, but I felt he cared for me individually. I know I will be just as fond as the next called Prophet as I am of President Hinckley, but he will be missed. It seems like there has been so much change in the First Presidency and the Apostles, but yet the church stays the same. It is so great that we never have to worry about the truly important things changing. What a comfort that is.
By the way: Picture 1) my mom smiling when I made her re-take a picture for not smiling. Picture 2) My mom (left) and my aunt as the Hottie Police at my bridal shower. Picture 3) Mom and dad at halloween...doesn't she make the best costumes?
I know these postings are out of order...but I had to include this:

Isn't Christmas magical? Apparently.
Last night Tyler and I has the pleasure of listening to our upstairs neighboor sing "Everything I do, I do it for you" to his wife. Wow. He sang the wrong words, might I add. Tyler and I have made predictions of what we might think these people look and act like...like what genre these people would catergorize into. It sounds like they move furniture all day long and stomp around there house. I often hear techno and/or opera gay Josh Groban crap. She vacuums at 11:30 at night sometimes. That's normal. And my favorite thing about them: They like to giggle before bed time. I am sure they are super-nice, just loud, and sappy.
Or maybe he looks and acts like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOkxI2YtZXw
Advice to neighboor: Leave it to Bryan Adams
n thinking about home a lot and about the food I miss, like Ted's, Mango's and going to Wings Express with my brother...I have b
een on the look-out and have seen no wing resturants in this town. It's kind of sad to know that I can't fix my addiction in a 5-10 minute drive. I kn
ow this is so white-trash of me...but so be it. I love them. I can't deny it. Tyler and I decided that it was necessary to know at least one wing joint some
where around our area. We got on the web and found a decent looking place called Wing Coop. Sadly...it is in Salt Lake. But did that stop us? NO WAY! We hopped in the car today and made the journey to have what some would call (some as in Gordon Weir) "bonding food". It took us a while to find the place...we were starving and starting to get irritable (oh, wait...that was just me...) but when we stumbled into The Wing Coop it was all worht it. They had multiple flavors...not that I ever ve
nture out...but the fact that they have options mea
ns that they know their stuff. They even had sides like cole-slaw (Tyler's fav.), fries, baked-beans...the good stuff. It was all delicious! I felt satisfied.

I started my new job and luckily I enjoy my fellow work associates. Ingrid and I sit, chat, and surf the interenet most of the day...it's kind of a slow job right now. I get to inspect the cleanliness of all the students everyday. People really like me because I come in there house and tell them that they owe us money because they can't keep a house clean. I just love it. Not to mention I get to climb stairs to get to their apartments...which anyone who knows me well knows that stairs are not my friend. Not to mention the freaking cold weather...enough said. Oddly enough, I look forward to the inspections because it is something to do. Sad. But all in all, it is a good job. And I would like to throw out a special thanks to Kelli for chatting online with me for hours everyday. Without you...I don't want to think about it.
