sunday thoughts on a monday morning

Oh Utah altitude. eat poo and die.
Does anyone know how to spell pooh? I like mine with an H, but someone told me that only goes for the bear.

my stake president promised us in sacrament meeting that if we would read at least 3 pages of the Book of Mormon everyday for the rest of our lives, we would be exalted in the Celestial kingdom.
I believe him. Not because he had power to grant us some once in a lifetime fairy blessing or genie wish. but because the Book of Mormon has power to change us. That book is from God and when you study it you can't help but become like Him.
When I read it I feel my heart soften. It becomes easier to separate out the cares and philosophies of the world from those things that are eternal.
I am filled with the desire to know God; to be close to Him through obedience.
Oh, it is delicious to me. It is perfecting me. I think that if you had been visiting our ward that day, he probably would have still offered that promise. to you.

so let's get on it Holmes! I don't want to be up there alone ;)

my sweet ride

Well, it's a cuter. what can I say.
what a great week I've had with my family.
I have decided that provo (in all its glory) is one place I come to get strong again. like Lenk on the Legend of Zelda game and those crazy caves where fairies fly around you and fill up your power hearts. give me some P town and I feel ready to bump into jumping spiders and get hit by those fireballs the dude in the water spits out at you.
I know soon enough I will grow antsy,
because I am a rover. hiked a hundred highways and never found my home.
but for now it is sweet surrender:
david's hugs, madison's wet baby kisses
jenny's cooking
andrew's insanity
and jeff's conversations
mandy's nooks and crannies (!)
mom in general

and that's just my family. they soothe that nag for other places and other people who I have loved. who I love now. and give me space to rejuvenate without too much missing.
one day, you know, we will never have to miss again. because that is my heaven and where I hope to head

I am so Mormon

I believe it all.

sorry to be vague on that point.

I'm a little nervous

about being unemployed
about preparing for the MCAT (6+ years after taking the pre-reqs)
about my new phone--can't figure out the text messaging. HELP!!
about RM Andrew

and apostate Erin
about leaving old friends
and seeing older friends
about driving in this snow
about the way my voice sounds on tape
about the old milk
about this orange blog

Blog-xiety

Hey buddies. well, to cut straight to the meat and mayhem, I have had more than a few nervous inquiries into the future of my Boston blog since I am, dun-dun-dah!!, no longer in Boston.
Well, you better believe I've thought long and hard:
I thought about giving it up
thought about dedicating the blog to one subject, like fly-fishing
or Narwhals
thought about pretending I never left

But I finally decided the other day, checking out the crazies in maroon aprons unloading my car at the DI drop-off, that Provo can be a pretty fascinating place through the right eyes. and why not through mine? I've been away and maybe gained some perspective. and, when push comes to shove, I'm still as Provonian as the joggers on 9th east. as Cafe Rio knock-offs.
as the one homeless dude who always hangs-out outside of mi ranchito on center street asking for your leftovers.
so, yeah. let's do this thing mariah! it's temporary. so what do we have to lose
no more than your precious time
erin