Life...

It's so hard sometimes, no?

Yesterday these kiddos went back to school. Why was that so sad? Why do they have to grow up anyway?
Life is also good, though. Yesterday for FHE we talked about this picture:

Somehow, our discussion went from the blessings of the sacrament, to "would we act differently if the Savior was with us?" to "the Savior is always with us - through prayer" to "You can pray anytime, anywhere, for any reason."

And isn't that great?

Manic Monday

A few things happened today:

1. The train engine died on my way to work. Boo.

2. Two mice in the last week were caught in the office right next to mine. Double Boo.

3. The vending machine candy went from 90 cents to 1 dollar. Boo Hoo. I refuse to spend a dollar on a peanut butter Twix.

Here's my Five:
1. I still wasn't late to work. Yay!
2. There are no mouse "tracks" (aka poo) in my office. I checked all my drawers. Double yay!
3. I could use some cutting back in the vending machine department. Yay?
4. FHE tonight: going to the unveiling of the Utah Jazz jerseys. Go Jazz!
5. My internship people gave me LOTS of work today! I can't wait to get started (and finished!). Sigh of relief...

cRaZy bUs

I have a new favorite bus driver. I think he's crazy, but that's what makes it fun.
It's not the fizzy long hair that's sort of in a pony tail that I like.
It's not the way he turns corners at lightening speed, either.
It's not even the way he's lead-footed on the brakes at red lights.

No, it's his love affair with the speaker that makes me laugh.

He has a quiet, mumbling, barely audible, rambling voice, but he uses it whenever he can.

He wishes every passenger getting off a nice summer ("Have-a-nice-summer-Have-a-nice-summer-Have-a-nice-summer-Have-a-nice-summer-Have-a-nice-summer").

He plays tour guide to downtown Salt Lake City ("Coming-up-on-your-left-is-Wells-Fargo-across-the-street-is-the-copy-shop-then-there-is-that-hotel").

He even forecasts what's going to happen next ("As-soon-as-the-light-turns-green-we-will-go-straight-at-about-40-miles-per-hour-I-suspect").

Other passengers roll their eyes and start furiously texting. Or they turn up the volume on their IPOD and fake sleep. Or they watch Star Trek on their laptop.

But me, I smile.

Have a nice summer.