Ditzyness

I don't think that there can be anything more frustrating than what I just experienced. Totally and completely engrossed in Season Four of Smallville, I continued to watch the episodes where I had last left off. Events in this disc were confusing me as I had not seen anything leading up to that point prior. Having just finished the last episode on the disc, I saunter out into the kitchen to retrieve the next one. As I am flipping through the little booklet which accompanied the discs, I noticed four episodes totally foreign to me. Yah, I skipped an entire disc and had no idea. That will explain why Lionel is out of prison and Chloe suddenly hints about Clark's powers. I simply attribute this moment of ditzyness to my hair color and the million other things happening in my life.

The Yardstick

"One good yardstick as to whether as person might be the right one for you is this: in her presence, do you think your noblest thoughts, do you aspire to your finest deeds, do you wish you were better than you are?"

—Ezra Taft Benson



I sure hope that I am girl, lady, woman, who promotes such actions in a boy, gentleman, man.



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Missionaries

Today was the last day for two years. Two years, 24 months, 730 days, 17,520 hours, 1,051,200 minutes, or 63,072,000 seconds that my parents are gone. My only correspondence with them will consist of letters, emails, and occasional phone calls to keep them in touch with my busy life as a senior in high school. They are leaving to serve the Lord in the New York, New York North, Public Affairs mission as members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I am so happy for this opportunity they have to serve. This moment is bittersweet though I as I contemplate the family events they will miss and the void that their absence will create in my life. For seven years Dad and Carolyn had traveled from Florida to Arkansas then back to Florida while I tarried in Utah with my mom and a majority of my siblings. When they finally returned to live in Salt Lake I could never had been more excited; I was finally going to have that father-figure in my life that had not been physically there when I was growing up. Now as I have to give them up again to the wonderful people in New York, I feel selfish and want to keep them all to myself, at least until I am graduated and living more on my own. I do not write this in anyway to worry them or any of my family, but I cannot keep these emotions in while I suffer through the drama of high school. Because of their willingness to serve, I know that I also will be blessed as well as my entire family. How wonderful that will be to notice things in my life and be able to attibute them to the mercies of the Lord. So many missionaries leaving ranging from my parents to Jeremy, Jason, Josh, Sean, Cody, Curtis, Andrew, Jon, Spencer, Pettit, Jess and so many more that I cannot even begin to start naming. They all mean the world to me and I am so proud of the choices they have made that have brought them to this spot. I love you all!