I'd rather have a spodify playlist than a life

King Charles is currently my latest singer/song-writter obsession.

My favorites of late are:

The Ballad of Love and Hate/ Avett Brothers

Into the Wild/ LP

You and I/ Ingrid Michealson

Dead Sea/ The Lumineers

Lady Percy/ King Charles

The Boxer/ Mumford and Sons-Jerry Douglas

Classy Girls/ The Lumineers

Wanted Dead or Alive/ Bon Jovi

Friday I'm in Love/ The cure

Mississippi Isabel/ King Charles

The Brightest Lights/ Mumford and Sons-King Charles

After my Sunday afternoon nap:

I guess I can nap and do a spiritual post. 

In case you didn't know this before, I am a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I've never really shared much about what I believe here, even though it is a really big part of my life. I intend to change that. I shared a little about General Conference, but now I want to share with you more. Warning: there are a lot of words coming. 

This man is Elder Neil L. Anderson. During the most resent General Conference, Elder Anderson gave a talk called "It's a Miracle", it's about missionary work. One of the things that really stood out about it to me was this quote: 

If you’re not a full-time missionary with a missionary badge pinned on your coat, now is the time to paint one on your heart—painted, as Paul said, “not with ink, but with the Spirit of the living God.”

Elder Anderson spoke a lot on the miracle of the missionaries who responded to President Monson's call for younger missionaries. But what really touched my heart was how he talked about how each of us can be missionaries in our own homes and how we live.

Elder Anderson shared the example of how when Christ was asked where he lived, he responded to "come and see"

"I like to think that the Savior was saying, 'Come and see not only where I live but how I live. Come and see who I am. Come and feel the Spirit.'"

I know that we need to share the gospel by how we live. We need to share the gospel by the words we use and the jokes we make. We need to share the gospel by how we treat others and how we treat ourselves. 

Today in Sunday School we talked about Pure Doctrine. Our teacher taught us that there are three kinds of doctrine: pure doctrine, the world's doctrine, and the most dangerous doctrine of all, the doctrine that is somewhere in between. How well we preach the gospel is determined by the kind of  doctrine we partake of. If we live the pure doctrine, then our lives will be a blessing and a testimony to those around us. 

I guess I'll close this with a testimony because that seems the proper thing to do. I know that if we make those small changes in our life to choose pure doctrine instead of the "in between doctrine" then we will have The Spirit more fully in our lives to bear witness to those around us. 

"But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you for a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear:"

-1 Peter 3:15

Amen

23 post beginners.

1.Blogs. Journals. What's the diff?
2.I'm scraping the edges of my brain for posting ideas now.
3.I test and then test and test some more.
4.My back's out of line and the chiropractor is going to twist me like a pretzel.
5.Hallway swimming isn't as glamourous as it sounds. My brother cleans those floors and I promise you don't want to slide around on them.
6.I'm writing a poem about my pile of laundry; I'll finish it as soon as I find my room.
7.Maybe I should start doing spiritual posts on Sundays. That might get in the way of my naps.
8.I have a doctorates degree in time wasting and procrastinating. Or I will as soon as I write my thesis. Eh. I'll do it later.
9.The camera is lonely. It needs pictures.
10.I could probably use all the oil on my face to make oil paints. But I won't, because that would be nasty.
11.I don't think I'll ever fully understand punctuation and maybe I'll just stop trying.
12.My favorite pass time is to not do whatever it is I should be doing. From this perspective, I get a lot done.
13.Raise your hand if you hate racist jokes. Actually raise your hand if you hate anything at all and we can be friends.
14.Everyone thinks my lion shirt is a tiger. Ignorant idiots.
15.Shakespeare is my homeboy. Let's leave it there.
16.Who else likes it when their dad brings home candy from Great Britain?
17.I wish Teacher Appreciation Week was every week. I also wish we didn't have school during Teacher Appreciation Week. I bet the teachers would appreciate that.
18.These are all things that I could post about but probably never will incase you missed that point.
19.I'm addicted to crayons, water and chapstick.
20.Who else names zits? I find it helps them heal faster. My newest friend is called Don Jon the coward. More Shakespeare. Sorry.
21.This part of the school year is like the end of an awful movie. You just want it to end.
22.This part of a post is similarly annoying.
23.Whatever.

Titles are too mainstream.
Mainstream is the stupidest word ever invented.

Truth time:
I hate when there's too many words.
Whether it be posts, comments or facebook (seriously).
I take one good look at a big long chunk of words and I think "I'm not going to read that."
Not unless you're some kind of celebrity like Megan Livingston or something.

I also hate posts without pictures.
"but I don't have a picture!"
That's the main reason for blog dormancy for me.
See that picture over there?
It's just so there's some kind of picture for this post. I just stole it of Pinterest thinking "hey, this is kind of cool. I'll just use it and pretend to be a hipster."



Writters block. Sorry. Also I'm a little distracted. End of year tests. Brain fried. Unable to form complete sentences.
You want to know what's cool about this post? I wrote it while wearing a lion shirt and wasting time.
I'm thinking of going pro.

Posterity

 Remember those missionaries I told you about? Well These are their kids:

And these are their grandkids:

Give or take a few. My sister, Cammie, is the only grandchild missing. During my grandma's farewell talk she talked about us mentioning how only one child was missing. My dad leaned over to my brother and asked who was missing. My Grandpa described how he used to make cigarets out of newspaper when he was a kid before he joined the church. He also spoke another language for a lot of his talk. Gosh I'm going to miss those guys.  

My favorite missionaries

You're looking at a picture of my favorite missionaries. 

Yep, that baby is my mom and that couple is my grandparents. 

They are 4 days away from going off on their second mission as a couple. 

They will be serving in Quezone City, Philippines. 

I'm so excited for them. 

It's actually sort of creepy

 In case I haven't said it enough, I have pretty gorgeous friends. 

Maybe I'm a creep but I like quotes and pictures of these people so I made these things. 

Enjoy:

Second Wind

Couldn't agree more. 

When I grow up I want to be a Middle Aged Mormon Man.

Confused by that title? Good I got your attention. Have you ever heard of the blog, Middle-Aged Mormon Man? If you haven't and you are a fan of hilarious LDS writing and lovely spiritual insights then I suggest you take a look at it. If you're not a fan of clicking links, then I guess you'll just have to keep reading and hope you catch on.


Well this cool Middle-aged Mormon Man decided to write out his thoughts on conference and I found this so entertaining that I decided to do it myself. (Hence title) So, for your pleasure (or maybe not if you hate long posts and joy) here are a few thoughts I had on General Conference:


The plan was not to take any notes and then Sister Dolton got up and said some pretty cool things and I had to whip out my journal. "What e're thou art, act well thy part." Secretly I think that was directed to the women who think they need the priesthood.  Learn thy part ladies. Also M. Russell Ballard talking about the priesthood and how everyone has a part. Coincidence? I think not! Saturday morning is always my favorite session.


I thought I was doing pretty good at not falling asleep but then I looked back at my notes and realized I had slept through all but two speakers from the Saturday afternoon session. Also, has anyone else noticed that President Uchtdorf always has to say all the names to the releasing and callings? I'm pretty sure that they assume that since he has an accent he can pronounce spanish names.


Sunday morning session is the hardest for me to take notes because all I really want to do is go back to sleep or get ready for the day. Plus I listen to part of it in the car on the way to my grandparents house. All I got out of President Monson's talk was obedience. I was too busy with my mouth hanging open and drooling. His voice makes me extremely happy.


My problem with Sunday afternoon session is I just barely finished eating a lot of really good food and then I snuggle down into my Grandma's comfy couch and it's just hard to pay attention. I didn't sleep though so I think that's a pretty great accomplishment. Who else was counting the scripture mastery's? Who else had a hard time spelling the last few brethren's names? I mean, Kopishke? How am I supposed to figure that one out?


Basically I love conference and I can't wait to go back and read the ones that I missed. If you don't really know what the heck General Conference is or who all these people I'm talking about are visit here and knock yourself out. Or ask the missionaries. They can help you.

Insta-vacation

For Spring Break we went down to St. George and I kind of got addicted to Instagram. Just a lot. So here for your enjoyment, are some pictures of what we did down there.

     Monday:

        Chilling at the condo and driving up snow canyon.

    Tuesday

        Shopping at the Cowboys and Indians store and reading by the pool.

    Wednesday:
        Hiking up Angles landing.

    Thursday:
       Visiting the St. George temple and going to the Dinosaur Museum.

All in all a pretty great trip. Now I get to go do all my homework.

Whoopee. 

March the fart

March was a bad month for blogging.

But I got myself that lion t-shirt so it's ok.

True friends. Who knew?