What do I know.

I felt like making a special tribute to Sugar, my long time friend. From a very young age I began a relationship with this delightful substance. My mother would add Karo syrup to my formula, and we haven't been parted since. I think to say that I love sugar is an understatement. I love water, I love hotdogs, but Sugar?...I can't survive without it. Although avoiding diabetes could be impossible, I can't resist. Whether it's a brownie for breakfast, a little sugar packet while waiting for food at the restaurant, or what ever misc. sugar laced deliciousness I eat in my sleep I just can't let go. I can't say that I've never tried to stop, to break the connection that we have. It was a terrible experience, that left people wondering if I was really a coke addict (not the beverage). So our relationship will be life long, its either all or none of us, we'll go down together. Here's to you sugar, and your secret powers to brighten every day.

I should be writing one of my many philosophy papers but instead I'm distracting myself with this. A more serious note than usual. We had Stake Conference today, and I've decided to set a goal for myself. If I ever am asked to speak in a church setting in the future, I'm going to focus whatever topic I'm given on Jesus. It seems like people don't take the opportunity to reflect on their personal testimony of the Savior or incorporate His teachings and blessings into their talk as much as they could (or at all). And since the scriptures teach us that we are forgiven of sin every time we bear testimony of the Savior, I might even start slipping it into my presentations for work. Although people seem to find other topics to talk about I'm not complaining, they make some interesting points, or at least inspire further reflection. Today one of the speakers talked about how much he loves to run. He's ran in over 14 marathons, but he said it wasn't for the race...

There has been a lot of question about an alleged "deleted comment" from the 'I Hate Disneyland' post. I know that most of you assume some unsuspecting Disneyland loving person happened upon my blog and blasted me for being the spawn of satan, and questioning my moral values, sense of humor, shoe size, and childhood upbringing; because Disney is in fact wonderful. The truth is that someone posted an obscene watermark of a Duck and a Mouse that were more than friends. Someone followed up that post with this comment. Dwight: I grew up on a farm. [blocked for adult/farm content] ... couple of pigs watching. Whoever drew this got it exactly right. I know that holding an immediate press conference would have allowed me to maintain control of the situation but I thought if I let it go no one else would have to be subjected to such plain, factual, abrupt, quoted, brain burning unforgetable comments. In the future I will refrain from deleting comments and instead focus...

It's true. Although this, my third time, was much more successful than preceding visits. Honestly, the first day was almost a success until I was tricked into riding the elevator to hell. Straight to hell. I know that you can't wait to read how I really feel about it. Here are my thoughts on the "Magical Kingdom". A. Its full of people, thousands and thousands of people. Let's face it I can't even go to Target on a Saturday without getting a little angry. 2. Germs. You can't have thousands of people without billions of germs crawling on things from unwashed hands, sneezing, coughing, throwing up, etc. III. Walking. I appreciate a nice brisk walk now and then, but 20 miles later the appreciation start to wane, just slightly. Q. Strollers. I hate strollers, it makes me shiver just to think about it. Although, I might change my opinion on strollers if next time someone pushes me in one. In conclusion, I love Space Mountain, I want to ride it every day 15 ti...

I'm not. But you are, weird bloggers. All you need to do is read your blog out loud while you type it and you might as well put on the white dr. coat and a pair of reeboks. Congratulations Dr. Howser on spreading your obsessive habits of documenting lifes quirks and wonders on a computer to a whole new generation. We owe you.