Thursday, March 25, 2010


I got a kick out of this little e-mail circulating the office today. I thought it was pretty telling of the times we live in:

I'm so depressed. Over five thousand years ago, Moses said to the children of Israel, "Pick up your shovel, mount your asses and camels, and I will lead you to the Promised Land." Nearly 75 years ago, Roosevelt said, "Lay down your shovels, sit on your asses, and light up a camel, this is the Promised Land." Now Obama has stolen your shovel, taxed your asses, raised the price of camels and mortgaged the Promised Land!

I was so depressed last night thinking about Health Care Plans, the economy, the wars, lost jobs, savings, Social Security, retirement funds, etc . . . I called Lifeline. Got a call center in Pakistan. I told them I was suicidal. They got all excited and asked if I could drive a truck....

Monday, March 15, 2010

Spring Break

Ian got his Patriarchal Blessing.

Jared got his Driver's Permit.

I walked a bunch of miles. And watched a bunch of movies.

Didn't see too much of the girls. Tara dropped by one afternoon, but I had a Relief Society meeting, so we couldn't visit long. She helped me make dinner, which stressed her a little, but I was grateful. She was busy this week finishing moving in to her new condo, organizing and decorating. I should go visit her today.

Kudi was up north doing clinicals and ride alongs with the Provo fire department and Primary Children's pediatric unit. She stayed with her friend Kaitlyn, and as usual, called and asked if she could keep the car one more day. She always stays longer than planned when she visits Kaitlyn. I guess that's a good thing.

Scotty didn't get a Spring Break. His ESL class for Southwest Adult Ed met on both Monday and Wednesday night and he had a project to complete for Dixie College while computers were down for everyone else's spring break. And University of Phoenix never takes a day off. Never. Ever. (And I am sure for Scotty it feels like FOREVER and EVER.) Poor guy. I pray for him all the time, for the Lord to help him learn what he needs to, and to help him accomplish what he needs to, and to help him succeed and get the grades he wants. And that his burden will be lightened and lifted, and he won't be stressed. I'm so proud of him now, and I'll be so proud of him when he earns this Masters Degree. I think he should go on, too. "Dr. Ford." Doesn't that sound nice?

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

This is a keeper

Broken clouds give rain.
Broken soil grows grain.
Broken bread feeds man for one more day.
Broken storms yield light.
Break of day heals night.
Broken pride turns blindness into sight.
Broken souls that need His mending.
Broken hearts for offering.
Could it be that God loves broken things?
---Kenneth Cope