Sunday, March 26, 2006

Temple Sealings... and Walls

On Friday, the boy was upset that I came home from work only to leave to go to the temple. I explained to him that I was doing sealings with Grandma and Grampa. We snuggled while I explained how going to the temple helps others and help our Heavenly Father.

I realized the understanding gap when he asked if I was going to do the walls.

"Walls? What do walls have to do with anything? Oh! You mean Sealings?"

"Yeah, the cealing."

I think he got the part about the temple helping people but not the finer details. I felt really blessed to be able to snuggle with my five year old son and explain the plan of salvation and how temples help unite families. It was one of those father-son bonding moments. It was wonderful.

Thursday, March 23, 2006


Found on the same site as the cheesy computer game reinactors from a previous post I found the following two gems, one of which is technically out of season but a classic nonetheless.

The Twelve Days of Christmas ala Cartoon Network - aka more cheese.


A love song made from more video games (Final Fantasy series I believe)
- This one is actually kind of touching and well made.

56k users may want to take my word for it... or wait patiently for the download to complete.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Why Write?

I've had this other blog for a while and I'm not sure but I suspect nobody reads it. I have been posting some of my short stories (and two of my longer stories) to it but I suspect it has not been well advertized, and thus, not well read. Anyway, its out there if you have time to kill and want to read an amature author's work.

One thing is, I suspect the longer the work, the less likely it is to be read all the way through. My Jane and Henry story is at 70+ pages and still far from completion. Combining all four of the Anaaka stories (only two of which have been posted to the blog) and you get over 100 pages of book to read.

The whole thing begs the question though of why write if nobody is going to read it? I supose it may some day be of value to somebody. After all Emily Dickensen's poems were locked away unpublished until after her death. I'd rather not die though just to get something I've written read. I can write because I enjoy it. That is reason enough.

Maybe I should offer up writer's commentary on this blog to encourage people to read the stories themselves on the other.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Please Remain Seated Until the Fasten Your Seatbelt Light Turns Off

I was driving home from Home Teaching today and a thought hit me. Why is it that when planes are taking off or landing, they make you move the seat into the upright locked position? The amount of inclination is just a few insignificant degrees of rotation. And if the plane buys the farm (pilot speak for crash), its not like a few inches difference in the configuration of your seat is going to make a difference. These are cramped airline seats, not Lazy Boy recliners.

Friday, March 10, 2006

And To Think That I Saw It On Mullberry Street: Part II

Today I had to drive through rush hour traffic... twice. It was my weekly drive to Springville to drop the boy off at his mom's.

As I flew down the freeway (at the part that was fast, ie the beginning), I saw a ski on the shoulder of the road. It looked kinda battered and perhaps ran over a few times. It reminded me of my other blog about random things I've seen while driving. Minutes after passing the ski, I drove past an empty pet taxi. I hope the pet wasn't in it when it bounced out of whatever vehicle it came from. Most of the rest of the trip, the bumper to bumper traffic kept me occupied with the road instead of the garbage along it. I did pass a deceased skunk but that's not really noteworthy because dead critters line our nations roadways by the thousands... no offense to the cute fluffy things.

If this is the best thing I can blog about, I should get a social life.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Earaches and Trampolines: A Ghost Story

This week the boy got an ear inection. Two actually, one in the left and one in the right. He told me "it only hurts when I burp or hiccup." Later in the day it got worse so we took him to the doctor to get it fixed.

He was bouncing off the ceiling. For a boy whose ears really hurt he was in a great mood. I wish I could bounce off the ceiling like that when I'm sick. Maybe I was just like that when I was young. Nowdays I stub my toe and it takes 5 minutes to recover. I feel old! Which is funny, considering that my favorite sport involves large amounts of sprinting, sliding, and getting welted by little balls of paint that fly through the air at 280 feet per second.

What does any of this have to do with trampolines? Nothing.

And then there was a trampoline... and a ghost.