Ah, Harry Potter...

Those that know me well know I LOVE movies. Julie and I have this little joke thing going on. Yes, last night was our "anniversary date". Brian, Julie and I went to Harry Potter - IMAX. I might be addicted now. Oh, movies are great!

Just when I think my heart is going to explode with love for my kids, I think of them and realize it has expanded again. I feel SO blessed to call these wonderful people my children.

Minding my own business and the law...I thought.

So, I took a few days off work - just to chill, relax do whatever. One of the things I had decided was to attend the Family History Conference at BYU. So I'm headed over to Provo taking the back way because I hate the freeway these days. Pretty soon I see a highway patrol car behind me. No worries, I'm going the speed limit. As I turn on to the frontage road his lights go on. I pull over, while I grab my license, car registration etc. So, he's asking me these weird questions, where am I headed, where do I work, do I always take the back roads rather than the freeway? Finally, the reason I'm pulled over---did I know I had a brake light out? He takes my license and goes back to his car. I'm sitting there and happen to glance into my review mirror. Another highway patrol has pulled up. So I've got two cars with their lights going while they are sitting in the car talking and laughing. I'm thinking it's a bit much. So lessoned learned - when you see a car pulled over with a bunch of highway patrol cars lined up. It isn't a drug bust or something. It could be a little middle-aged lady with a burned out brake light just trying to get to the family history conference. So much for a "restful" drive to work early on a Tuesday morning. PS The bulb has probably just come loose from all the "bumps" due to road construction. I hate road construction. And brake lights.

Technology is not agreeing with me these days...

It is not good for me to discover at 3:00 in the afternoon the day before a Pioneer Day weekend that the migration of my information to a new email account didn't include my contacts.

I've worked at BYU for nineteen years. All my little addresses have followed me through my jobs. All my group lists that go out to various committees and groups. To have my little CSR Tech's calmly say: "oh, sorry, yeah - they're probably gone" did not sit well with me. I called the main number and found out that really the old account wasn't totally gone and they COULD just activate it for a bit and transfer the information over. BOY, am I glad I didn't take the little techie's word for it. Within a half hour I was breathing normally again happily looking all all my Outlook Email Contacts.

All was good in my world again. Technology - worst enemy/best friend. It is a total love/hate relationship!

It is a good thing that it IS a long weekend. I need to get away from work.

162 Days Until Christmas

Time doesn't just "fly" by it is worse than that. I find myself shaking my head and wondering why it seems so fast. I feel like a scene from the old TV show "Bewitched" when she would make herself move really fast to get things done. Well, it feels like I'm moving really fast, but I don't think I'm getting things done.

Perhaps that's why sometimes I just go for a drive. Provo Canyon on my lunch hour. Pull in a parking lot and just sit and listen...to the river, the birds and eventually feel like I'm back in touch with me again.

Heavenly Father is wise to counsel us to "BE STILL".

The Storage Room

Boxes yellowed with age. No - they are not boxes from great great grandparents. They are from when I was a student at BYU and first married. THAT was a few years ago!

I've cursed myself lately for keeping too many things. This morning when I opened a box, I knew I was going to really walk down memory lane. 1974-1975 - my freshman year at BYU. Letters from my father. Having lost him earlier this year it didn't take long for tears to come as I read. My mind was thrown back to sitting on my bed in Wells Hall. I was just as eager to read the letters this morning as I remembered first getting them. And of course, his closing to his letters, "God Bless" always present.

Oh, I know I can certainly do better about throwing things away. But this morning, I'm very grateful that I've shuffled that box from place to place for the last thirty-five years.

So, attack of the potato vines - new horror flick from the Swenson basement. Laurel said to put Christmas lights on them - I did. What can I say - I'm home de-junking and needed a break!