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The tractor in the sunset.
Close up Painted Ladies.
A southern Utah sunset.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Quote of the Day: February 7, 2010
"Let me reiterate what Brigham Young said: if you're 25 years old and unmarried, you're a menace to society. Just something for everybody to ponder."
~Brother Niner from The Singles Ward~
"You're not just an RM, you're an LDS RM, who's trained at the MTC who became a DL a ZL, and an AP, who was promised long ago by his bishop through a PPI after BYC that someday he'd be the EQP. I smell GA!"
~From The RM~
"Tartan spelled backwards is SATAN!"
~From Baptists at our Barbecue~
~Brother Niner from The Singles Ward~
"You're not just an RM, you're an LDS RM, who's trained at the MTC who became a DL a ZL, and an AP, who was promised long ago by his bishop through a PPI after BYC that someday he'd be the EQP. I smell GA!"
~From The RM~
"Tartan spelled backwards is SATAN!"
~From Baptists at our Barbecue~
Saturday, February 6, 2010
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Quotes of the Day: February 2, 2010
"Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love."
~Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey~
"The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's."
~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park~
~Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey~
"The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's."
~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park~
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Utopia
It’s a place that is quiet and serene.
All around is red,
And in the spring it’s covered in green.
Up the wash and up the canyon.
I pass a whale and a rabbit,
And many other rocks shaped as creatures.
Further up the canyon
A little stream flows.
I walk through a tunnel,
And come to a stage.
I sit in box five in the opera house.
I get comfortable and open a book,
Or grab a pen
And let my imagination run wild.
This is my place.
My place does not exist.
It is a desolate area.
Brown and hot,
Flat and covered in sagebrush.
Only a dream,
A figment of my imagination.
A utopia that will never exist.
Something I only dream about.
But the imagination can create this place.
I can build my own paradise.
I only need a pen and paper.
But my place is real.
It survives with me.
It is always in my fantasy.
The physical landscape does exist.
It is my utopia.
My escape.
All around is red,
And in the spring it’s covered in green.
Up the wash and up the canyon.
I pass a whale and a rabbit,
And many other rocks shaped as creatures.
Further up the canyon
A little stream flows.
I walk through a tunnel,
And come to a stage.
I sit in box five in the opera house.
I get comfortable and open a book,
Or grab a pen
And let my imagination run wild.
This is my place.
My place does not exist.
It is a desolate area.
Brown and hot,
Flat and covered in sagebrush.
Only a dream,
A figment of my imagination.
A utopia that will never exist.
Something I only dream about.
But the imagination can create this place.
I can build my own paradise.
I only need a pen and paper.
But my place is real.
It survives with me.
It is always in my fantasy.
The physical landscape does exist.
It is my utopia.
My escape.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Quotes of the Day: January 14, 2010
"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."
~Bernard Meltzer~
"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same."
~Anonymous~
~Bernard Meltzer~
"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same."
~Anonymous~
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