No. I did not find something miraculously awesome that was worth thousands sold for only a few bucks. But I found something better...a fun new past time that I will embrace next summer with vigor. I bet you facebook buds are wondering what I found. I started out with 20+49 bucks. Twenty from the bank account, the rest were tips I've saved cutting hair. It adds up. Saturday night I mapped it out. We would make a circle through Loveland and end up back at home. When I say we, I mean Julia and I. Travis was sick in bed. We went to about 5 yard sales, and we probably would've gone to more if my Uncle Bruce didn't want to stop by and say hi. He's totally awesome so I didn't mind going home. That and Travis was beginning to send the....when will you be home range of messages. We plundered, and I got sweet deals. Thinking back I wouldn't have spent less...in fact probably would've spent more. This lady was selling fabric and I should've expounded on that dollar a yard scrap pile.
Spoils are as follows:
3.00 - Tall square glass vase
0.80 - 10 white tiles (which will become coasters)
4.00 - 4 magnetic 2.5 foot long jewelry lariats...google it.
4.00 - Giant tree painting that matches the Tal Walton prints we have
0.50 - Stuffed pink pig (purely selfless purchase for Julia) It's adorable
5.00 - Curtains, 2 yards baby fabric, ice trays(needed)
4.00 - Giant flower ring, bulky chains necklace
5.00 - Fits like a glove dark blue lace knee length dress (worn once for 2008 prom)
0.25 - picture frame
0.25 - Hedgehog stuffed animal (because she really wanted a pig after seeing a photo of Ju's)
Then I got curtain rods at wal-mart for my lovely new curtains. These were the most expensive purchase of the day at nineteen bucks. And the painting/pig proceeds funded the Loveland High School Band. A busy morning. But relatively easy and stress free. I'll see how much I can save for next weekend, maybe I'll go back and buy the rest of the fabric lady's quilt batting. I should've caved on that. ahahah.
And....that's it.
- Heather Rand.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Crochet Craze and Sick Days
Apparently the only time I have time to post a new blog is a sick day. I won't bore you with my sinus-ed up head. Even though I'm not contagious do you want a student hairdresser sniffling the entirety of your haircut, perm, or roller set? I didn't think so. Especially since I'm super novice and take at least 2 hours to do a haircut. It's kinda ridiculous how long it takes, but I'll get faster.
This past Saturday we went to the Denver Zoo. It was more exhausting than fun, and pictures will follow on facebook. I was a little disappointed I guess I shouldn't have expected the same quality/size/variety of animals as the Houston Zoo. Houston is the fourth largest city in the nation (I knew that, but I googled to double check). In one picture my belly is all poking out. It's pretty cute. I like having a belly, and this is the largest I've ever been in my whole life. I know though that someone, somewhere is spitting out water (a thought that looks funny) at the fact that 115 is the largest I've been. I'll only get bigger. 115 was the largest number in High School, but I was really muscular. Right now I'm 106-ish and growing...and it's all concentrated at the womb. So biggest, but not heaviest.
The Zoo wore out Travis too because Sunday he was running a fever and coughing. Now I'm severely congested, and Monday was even worse. What a holiday. I only got like 6 hours of sleep, so naturally I'm exhausted. I hate waking up and not having a working nose. Done complaining.
We hung out with Ju-Ju-Ka-Choo, I'm glad she's willing to hang out with her boring older sister-in-law. Whatever I'm hip with the kids, yo. I'm sure she'd hang out even if I were a few years older and had kids running around. There wouldn't be room, but she'd come. We always have grand plans when she comes over, and end up not doing grand plans cracking jokes and watching movies (at the same time) instead. Darkness Falls is so not scary it's hilarious. Evil tooth fairy? Come on.
Then later that Monday we enjoyed Bar-B-Q at Travis' parents. I crocheted because my head hurt, and I started this poncho...and gosh darnit I was gonna finish it! It's pretty cute and done now. I used bits and pieces of different patterns to accomplish what I wanted. I haven't had a poncho since...ever. The wonderful thing about crochet, you can guess and still make something lovely. Only a pro will notice if you messed up a pattern, and a pro isn't rude enough to get in your face about it and point it out. If they are, avoid hanging out with that person.
Gonna accomplish setting up roast and probably make it to school after lunch, after all. Some sick days, you just need a few relaxing hours to feel better.
-Heather Rand
This past Saturday we went to the Denver Zoo. It was more exhausting than fun, and pictures will follow on facebook. I was a little disappointed I guess I shouldn't have expected the same quality/size/variety of animals as the Houston Zoo. Houston is the fourth largest city in the nation (I knew that, but I googled to double check). In one picture my belly is all poking out. It's pretty cute. I like having a belly, and this is the largest I've ever been in my whole life. I know though that someone, somewhere is spitting out water (a thought that looks funny) at the fact that 115 is the largest I've been. I'll only get bigger. 115 was the largest number in High School, but I was really muscular. Right now I'm 106-ish and growing...and it's all concentrated at the womb. So biggest, but not heaviest.
The Zoo wore out Travis too because Sunday he was running a fever and coughing. Now I'm severely congested, and Monday was even worse. What a holiday. I only got like 6 hours of sleep, so naturally I'm exhausted. I hate waking up and not having a working nose. Done complaining.
We hung out with Ju-Ju-Ka-Choo, I'm glad she's willing to hang out with her boring older sister-in-law. Whatever I'm hip with the kids, yo. I'm sure she'd hang out even if I were a few years older and had kids running around. There wouldn't be room, but she'd come. We always have grand plans when she comes over, and end up not doing grand plans cracking jokes and watching movies (at the same time) instead. Darkness Falls is so not scary it's hilarious. Evil tooth fairy? Come on.
Then later that Monday we enjoyed Bar-B-Q at Travis' parents. I crocheted because my head hurt, and I started this poncho...and gosh darnit I was gonna finish it! It's pretty cute and done now. I used bits and pieces of different patterns to accomplish what I wanted. I haven't had a poncho since...ever. The wonderful thing about crochet, you can guess and still make something lovely. Only a pro will notice if you messed up a pattern, and a pro isn't rude enough to get in your face about it and point it out. If they are, avoid hanging out with that person.
Gonna accomplish setting up roast and probably make it to school after lunch, after all. Some sick days, you just need a few relaxing hours to feel better.
-Heather Rand
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Preach My Gospel...Subtly
Today in school we were talking about overly religious people who openly judge others. Two sweet wonderful people on my top 20 list of nicest people I know were refused good service at a restaurant because they had....a lot of tattoos and pink hair. GASP* What rebels. Obviously they worship the devil and sacrifice virgins for their cult. So we began discussing how intolerant people sometimes like to hide behind their beliefs. Some use it to attack religion, others use it to judge and not feel guilty about making assumptions. After that, and me openly expressing that judgmental people bother me, they all began to compliment me for not stuffing my beliefs down their throats.
Then the conversation turned to how much I pay in tithing, why, and at what age we begin. Did anyone else notice I taught a group of roughly nine people the principle of tithing? Magical. And I didn't have to bring it up.
My point is, I'm super thankful that my mom taught me how to love people unconditionally. I can be accepting of a person, yet stand for my own beliefs. So if you're wondering how to do this. Imagine you're madly in love with this new shampoo. Naturally you tell your buddies how much you love it. Do you remind them everyday? Not verbally. You sniff your hair, or touch it. So what is a religious version of enjoying lovely hair.
Being happy. Loving. Standing for your morals, and not judging others. You don't even treat someone you can't stand any differently. Because if you act like you love someone, eventually you'll see some good in them to love. A friend told me that a loooong time ago.
Just my thoughts for the day.
-Heather out.
Then the conversation turned to how much I pay in tithing, why, and at what age we begin. Did anyone else notice I taught a group of roughly nine people the principle of tithing? Magical. And I didn't have to bring it up.
My point is, I'm super thankful that my mom taught me how to love people unconditionally. I can be accepting of a person, yet stand for my own beliefs. So if you're wondering how to do this. Imagine you're madly in love with this new shampoo. Naturally you tell your buddies how much you love it. Do you remind them everyday? Not verbally. You sniff your hair, or touch it. So what is a religious version of enjoying lovely hair.
Being happy. Loving. Standing for your morals, and not judging others. You don't even treat someone you can't stand any differently. Because if you act like you love someone, eventually you'll see some good in them to love. A friend told me that a loooong time ago.
Just my thoughts for the day.
-Heather out.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Dear John
To all my friends who know me, you may or may not know who John is. I changed his name so everyone wouldn't get offended or ask about it. It's kind of a touchy subject that not even Travis brings up because I'll start crying, and it becomes a sob story. But this is for my dear friend, who I've lost communication with.
Dear John,
I'm sorry that you felt that I never loved you. I didn't have the "I love you madly" feelings, but I did love you very deeply. You were an adopted brother who could make me laugh harder than anyone I knew. Your humor was so dry and your mind was unique and wonderful. I felt like I knew you better than many people in your life, and I still didn't know you as well as I wanted to. I was never more proud than to be at your baptism, and I was almost as proud when you decided to join the army. I go out of my way to thank soldiers in uniform hoping that one day they'll turn and it'll be you. I would demand all your personal info (number, address, etc), and invite you for dinner. But alas, we are no longer in touch. I feel I can sympathize with Nephi as he saw his brothers fade from the gospel and become evil men. I don't think you're evil, but I know you have strayed from the church.
You wrote me a goodbye letter when you thought you were going into a war zone and you might not return. It was that letter that struck me so deep. When you said that you told me so much about yourself because I didn't care, I was hurt. I was hurt, and angry at myself for not being comfortable enough to really tell you how much I loved you. I was worried I would tell you that and you would be hurt that it wasn't the same love you felt towards me. I still feel that we were meant to become best friends. You listened to me, and gave me the best gift in the world. You gave me the opportunity to feel what it was like to serve a mission. I suppose with the greatest joy, comes greater sorrow. Seeing you stray and adopt habits you never wanted before was heartbreaking. One day I'll serve a mission with Travis, and maybe I'll get to experience that feeling again.
It is my hope that one day you will become active again, and that you'll find someone who has a great laugh. And I hope that she'll support you in all your righteous endeavors. I hope that if you loose your life serving our country, you'll be in good standings with God. I hope that you'll have the strength to forgive yourself for any wrongs you may have committed. I had a dream about you once. You were there, and you gave me a big hug. Your hugs are pretty awesome. I still hope you didn't appear in my dream to say goodbye to this world. I woke up in tears and even though Travis didn't fully understand why it upset me, he made it better. I got lucky finding him. Maybe you'll find someone who can understand you completely at well. One day I hope to meet your grandchildren, and for you to say this is the person that helped me find Christ and made you(children) possible. My grandparents are like that with the people who baptized them. We're practically family. Maybe one day you'll stumble upon this post and realize it was written for you.
Oh friend, how I miss you and long to know what your life is like now, even if you have no life in this world. I need my other big brother here to give me a hug sometimes, and remind me of all the blessings I have. You were always good at helping me appreciate what I had. Loosing your friendship is like the death of a family member. I still play on the guitar you got me, but Travis is better at it than I am. I'm pretty hesitant to be a good missionary though. I'm so scared I'll open my heart to a friend and share the joy of Christ, and they'll drift away. There is no success in never trying, so I'll still try. I hope you find joy, and if we aren't friends in this life, maybe there's hope for the after one.
Smile often, and eat more food. You looked like a bean pole last time I saw you. I hope you've gained a little since then. The military feeds you guys air, and let you sleep like two minutes. And if you've moved on from this world, I hope I can settle on never hearing from you again.
With love,
-Heather
Dear John,
I'm sorry that you felt that I never loved you. I didn't have the "I love you madly" feelings, but I did love you very deeply. You were an adopted brother who could make me laugh harder than anyone I knew. Your humor was so dry and your mind was unique and wonderful. I felt like I knew you better than many people in your life, and I still didn't know you as well as I wanted to. I was never more proud than to be at your baptism, and I was almost as proud when you decided to join the army. I go out of my way to thank soldiers in uniform hoping that one day they'll turn and it'll be you. I would demand all your personal info (number, address, etc), and invite you for dinner. But alas, we are no longer in touch. I feel I can sympathize with Nephi as he saw his brothers fade from the gospel and become evil men. I don't think you're evil, but I know you have strayed from the church.
You wrote me a goodbye letter when you thought you were going into a war zone and you might not return. It was that letter that struck me so deep. When you said that you told me so much about yourself because I didn't care, I was hurt. I was hurt, and angry at myself for not being comfortable enough to really tell you how much I loved you. I was worried I would tell you that and you would be hurt that it wasn't the same love you felt towards me. I still feel that we were meant to become best friends. You listened to me, and gave me the best gift in the world. You gave me the opportunity to feel what it was like to serve a mission. I suppose with the greatest joy, comes greater sorrow. Seeing you stray and adopt habits you never wanted before was heartbreaking. One day I'll serve a mission with Travis, and maybe I'll get to experience that feeling again.
It is my hope that one day you will become active again, and that you'll find someone who has a great laugh. And I hope that she'll support you in all your righteous endeavors. I hope that if you loose your life serving our country, you'll be in good standings with God. I hope that you'll have the strength to forgive yourself for any wrongs you may have committed. I had a dream about you once. You were there, and you gave me a big hug. Your hugs are pretty awesome. I still hope you didn't appear in my dream to say goodbye to this world. I woke up in tears and even though Travis didn't fully understand why it upset me, he made it better. I got lucky finding him. Maybe you'll find someone who can understand you completely at well. One day I hope to meet your grandchildren, and for you to say this is the person that helped me find Christ and made you(children) possible. My grandparents are like that with the people who baptized them. We're practically family. Maybe one day you'll stumble upon this post and realize it was written for you.
Oh friend, how I miss you and long to know what your life is like now, even if you have no life in this world. I need my other big brother here to give me a hug sometimes, and remind me of all the blessings I have. You were always good at helping me appreciate what I had. Loosing your friendship is like the death of a family member. I still play on the guitar you got me, but Travis is better at it than I am. I'm pretty hesitant to be a good missionary though. I'm so scared I'll open my heart to a friend and share the joy of Christ, and they'll drift away. There is no success in never trying, so I'll still try. I hope you find joy, and if we aren't friends in this life, maybe there's hope for the after one.
Smile often, and eat more food. You looked like a bean pole last time I saw you. I hope you've gained a little since then. The military feeds you guys air, and let you sleep like two minutes. And if you've moved on from this world, I hope I can settle on never hearing from you again.
With love,
-Heather
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Things I learned from TV
We all watch TV, don't lie. I was watching say yes to the dress, and realized I'm smarter than most people on the telly.
Cake Boss-I learned how to make a shoe out of rice crispy treats for a surprise birthday party. I'm a visual person, so when I see Buddy rolling fondant I know I can roll it and make a cake flawless. Come on guys. Travis helped me make a wedding cake.
Say Yes to the Dress - I know that you should never take opinionated people, or a groom wedding dress shopping. If you're opinionated and you like to say the lie, "I'm brutally honest." shut your trap if you're helping a friend shop for the dress of her dreams. I say brutal honesty is a lie because I've found through experience it's an excuse to be critical and just plain rude. It's okay to be brutally honest if your mom does the "smoky eye" look, and she says, "I think I look like I got punched in the face, what do you think?"...tell her the truth. That look is for false lashes, and younger women. hahaha
Top Gear - If you have the money, any car is garbage. Also, cars are wonderful and fun to drive. Cars are easy to love....and Jeremy says, "baby Jesus" hilariously.
Psych - If someone I knew was that witty I would not be able to roll my eyes and keep a straight face. I would laugh so hysterically I'd pee my pants. The opportunity to say, "I've heard it both ways" never comes along if you never pronounce a word wrong. Also, it's impossible to introduce a friend by a weird made up name with a straight face.
Bones - I love awkward moments. I cause them in real life, some people are impervious to them...others make them opportune.
I already feel like I've said too much. I watch too much tv.
Adieu
-Heather
Cake Boss-I learned how to make a shoe out of rice crispy treats for a surprise birthday party. I'm a visual person, so when I see Buddy rolling fondant I know I can roll it and make a cake flawless. Come on guys. Travis helped me make a wedding cake.
Say Yes to the Dress - I know that you should never take opinionated people, or a groom wedding dress shopping. If you're opinionated and you like to say the lie, "I'm brutally honest." shut your trap if you're helping a friend shop for the dress of her dreams. I say brutal honesty is a lie because I've found through experience it's an excuse to be critical and just plain rude. It's okay to be brutally honest if your mom does the "smoky eye" look, and she says, "I think I look like I got punched in the face, what do you think?"...tell her the truth. That look is for false lashes, and younger women. hahaha
Top Gear - If you have the money, any car is garbage. Also, cars are wonderful and fun to drive. Cars are easy to love....and Jeremy says, "baby Jesus" hilariously.
Psych - If someone I knew was that witty I would not be able to roll my eyes and keep a straight face. I would laugh so hysterically I'd pee my pants. The opportunity to say, "I've heard it both ways" never comes along if you never pronounce a word wrong. Also, it's impossible to introduce a friend by a weird made up name with a straight face.
Bones - I love awkward moments. I cause them in real life, some people are impervious to them...others make them opportune.
I already feel like I've said too much. I watch too much tv.
Adieu
-Heather
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
The Best Two Years
Today is my Anniversary! Let me just point out, for all you teenage girls, an anniversary is the date on which an event took place in a previous year. There is also no such thing as a month-iversary. Pet peeve, moving on. Although, months count when going sober. I'm just pet peeving on the silly teenage girls who say, "OMG, it's the 22nd! My anniversary...for 6 months!"
So if I could talk to myself two years ago today. I would definitely let her get married, and then inform her of a few myths. The honeymoon phase does not have a specific time. It could be the first year, it could be the first 20 years (as wonderful examples in our family has proven). Regardless, I'd tell myself I'll still be happy. Deliriously so. My love for Travis seems to only grow with each passing day. It's something that takes work, and a lot of help from my loving Heavenly Father. Now some may say, you don't need God in a marriage to make it work/happy. Good point random person with opposing views, I do go out of my way to make sure Travis feels loved. I do go out of my way to remind him everyday that he is loved, and cherished. These are things I do in an effort to keep my husband, and by doing so myself, happy. And we are so blessed because of it. I would remind me, two years ago, that President McClure was right. We feel closer to each other, the closer we get to God. Just like the triangle he drew for us in our interviews.
The honeymoon phase is definitely not over; Communication is key to keeping it that way. I remember I once asked Travis how he wants me to react to help him get over a grumpy day. Surprisingly, cracking jokes and saying "who's mr. grumpy gills?" only makes him more grumpy. I stay cheerful, and politely tell him to knock it off and do the dishes. It puts him in a better mood when I stay happy, and start bossing him around. Just kidding, but I've adjusted to his moods and stopped noticing when he's grumpy because I adjust and turn his frown upside down.
I still turn into butter when his blue eyes gaze at me. And he's still respectful of my boundaries. When we were dating it was obvious that he respected our shared beliefs and kept his hands to himself. Something, I had never seen in a man before. Respect, and hands in pockets. I knew he was a keeper. Now he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself, but I know he's respectful in the way he doesn't speak about "last night" to all his buddies at work. In fact, I'm not even sure he's buddy buddy with anyone at work. At least not in that way. He doesn't slap my butt in front of friends, or make "rude" comments about how great my curves look in those pants. Which is wonderful! At least, I love it.
Maybe I'll come back to this post and add detailed descriptions of our first dates or that moment when I knew he was the one. Except it wasn't a moment, it was just a wonderful warm sensation in my head. Like a tingling in my heart, that only got greater. It was all the time I spent with him, and every moment that added up to the fact that we were meant to be together. Magic. Just like that cheesy scene in Sleepless in Seattle when the mother is talking about how she looked down at them holding hands and it was pure magic. Like a sign. Love that movie. Love my husband!
I'm so excited to spend eternity with you.
-Heather
So if I could talk to myself two years ago today. I would definitely let her get married, and then inform her of a few myths. The honeymoon phase does not have a specific time. It could be the first year, it could be the first 20 years (as wonderful examples in our family has proven). Regardless, I'd tell myself I'll still be happy. Deliriously so. My love for Travis seems to only grow with each passing day. It's something that takes work, and a lot of help from my loving Heavenly Father. Now some may say, you don't need God in a marriage to make it work/happy. Good point random person with opposing views, I do go out of my way to make sure Travis feels loved. I do go out of my way to remind him everyday that he is loved, and cherished. These are things I do in an effort to keep my husband, and by doing so myself, happy. And we are so blessed because of it. I would remind me, two years ago, that President McClure was right. We feel closer to each other, the closer we get to God. Just like the triangle he drew for us in our interviews.
The honeymoon phase is definitely not over; Communication is key to keeping it that way. I remember I once asked Travis how he wants me to react to help him get over a grumpy day. Surprisingly, cracking jokes and saying "who's mr. grumpy gills?" only makes him more grumpy. I stay cheerful, and politely tell him to knock it off and do the dishes. It puts him in a better mood when I stay happy, and start bossing him around. Just kidding, but I've adjusted to his moods and stopped noticing when he's grumpy because I adjust and turn his frown upside down.
I still turn into butter when his blue eyes gaze at me. And he's still respectful of my boundaries. When we were dating it was obvious that he respected our shared beliefs and kept his hands to himself. Something, I had never seen in a man before. Respect, and hands in pockets. I knew he was a keeper. Now he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself, but I know he's respectful in the way he doesn't speak about "last night" to all his buddies at work. In fact, I'm not even sure he's buddy buddy with anyone at work. At least not in that way. He doesn't slap my butt in front of friends, or make "rude" comments about how great my curves look in those pants. Which is wonderful! At least, I love it.
Maybe I'll come back to this post and add detailed descriptions of our first dates or that moment when I knew he was the one. Except it wasn't a moment, it was just a wonderful warm sensation in my head. Like a tingling in my heart, that only got greater. It was all the time I spent with him, and every moment that added up to the fact that we were meant to be together. Magic. Just like that cheesy scene in Sleepless in Seattle when the mother is talking about how she looked down at them holding hands and it was pure magic. Like a sign. Love that movie. Love my husband!
I'm so excited to spend eternity with you.
-Heather
Friday, June 22, 2012
Familiar Friday
You know how some days you got too much sleep and you're still so tired that you stumble around? I'm pretty sure my neighbors were wondering if I had a little too much to drink. Ahhh Friday, how I've missed you. Travis told me yesterday I should blog something, and I was like...ok.
I have no topic in mind. School? I could talk about school. I'm my classmates' example of a Mormon. I like it, but I feel bad if any of them meet a jack Mormon. They'll be like, "Hey...you guys don't drink!, etc."
Trends. The church always says we need to be in the world not of the world. That means, we shouldn't live in a compound. I would seriously consider it though. I will be in a fashionable field of work so I'll be as trendy as I can, but I wouldn't bet on serious trendiness. Men should never wear skinny jeans. I hate that fad like I hate energy drink stickers on big trucks.
Actually, on a serious-ish note, at school we've had random conversations. We've discussed every taboo topic, I don't mind discussing religion. I really enjoy learning about how other people believe. I really don't like discussing politics though. It's really hard to articulate my beliefs on that because 1. I care only enough to make sure a devil worshiper won't take offices 2. Facts are about as useful as guns underwater. I'm not gullible enough to believe a bunch of weirdo scientists are proving certain theories. So then it really becomes a war of beliefs versus facts. Facts can be altered. It's interesting though, I doubt I've said the words "I believe" more times in my life. Typically, I know. But in public you can't say I know the church is true. You can't say I believe there is a living prophet receiving revelation from God. And you definitely can't say I know families can be together forever. I have to say believe because I get the sneaky feeling saying the word know would start a passionate conversation. And by passionate, I mean heated.
How can someone know something so simple and so controversial? Well, when is the last time you prayed for an answer with an open heart willing to hear, feel, or experience a thought you never thought of before. It's a wonderful comfort to pray for confirmation. With that being said, I love the articles of faith. If you're looking for an overall belief system of the church read the articles of faith.
Will I continue to say I believe? Yes. Why? Because it's good manners. I don't want to strike up discord, and no one wants to experience is. An article of faith that explains why- 11. We claim the privilege of worshiping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own conscience, and allow all men the same privilege, let them worship how, where, or what they may. Underlined is my favorite part.
Stay friendly my friends
-Heather out
I have no topic in mind. School? I could talk about school. I'm my classmates' example of a Mormon. I like it, but I feel bad if any of them meet a jack Mormon. They'll be like, "Hey...you guys don't drink!, etc."
Trends. The church always says we need to be in the world not of the world. That means, we shouldn't live in a compound. I would seriously consider it though. I will be in a fashionable field of work so I'll be as trendy as I can, but I wouldn't bet on serious trendiness. Men should never wear skinny jeans. I hate that fad like I hate energy drink stickers on big trucks.
Actually, on a serious-ish note, at school we've had random conversations. We've discussed every taboo topic, I don't mind discussing religion. I really enjoy learning about how other people believe. I really don't like discussing politics though. It's really hard to articulate my beliefs on that because 1. I care only enough to make sure a devil worshiper won't take offices 2. Facts are about as useful as guns underwater. I'm not gullible enough to believe a bunch of weirdo scientists are proving certain theories. So then it really becomes a war of beliefs versus facts. Facts can be altered. It's interesting though, I doubt I've said the words "I believe" more times in my life. Typically, I know. But in public you can't say I know the church is true. You can't say I believe there is a living prophet receiving revelation from God. And you definitely can't say I know families can be together forever. I have to say believe because I get the sneaky feeling saying the word know would start a passionate conversation. And by passionate, I mean heated.
How can someone know something so simple and so controversial? Well, when is the last time you prayed for an answer with an open heart willing to hear, feel, or experience a thought you never thought of before. It's a wonderful comfort to pray for confirmation. With that being said, I love the articles of faith. If you're looking for an overall belief system of the church read the articles of faith.
Will I continue to say I believe? Yes. Why? Because it's good manners. I don't want to strike up discord, and no one wants to experience is. An article of faith that explains why- 11. We claim the privilege of worshiping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own conscience, and allow all men the same privilege, let them worship how, where, or what they may. Underlined is my favorite part.
Stay friendly my friends
-Heather out
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