brilliant
mailed off the form to the "health comisar" to request baby's birth certificate. one month later, get a notice in the mail: forgot to include check. guess they won't bill me later; need to re-send. doh!
"Situations in life often permit no delay; and when we cannot determine the
course which is certainly best, we must follow the one which is probably the
best; and when we cannot determine even that, we must nevertheless select
one and follow it therafter as though it were certainly best."
(Descartes)
mailed off the form to the "health comisar" to request baby's birth certificate. one month later, get a notice in the mail: forgot to include check. guess they won't bill me later; need to re-send. doh!
Today, we helped Jill's sister try to track down a Blockbuster Express Kiosk so she could return a movie. SIL and family are staying in the Memphis, TN, area right now.
There was one the Blockbuster Express website said was at Dodge's; across the border in Mississippi (about 8 miles).
Submitted my third, and final, paper for this semester's course (only worth 40% of my grade).
Had quite the go writing this one, with travel, work, BYUPAS, and family stuff distracting me. (Some very cute distractions!)
Since some of my readers like charts and graphs, and I like Excel, I worked up a quick graphic of my labor on this paper.
Figure 1 Timeline of Paper 3's Progress
It's been a long time since I've written.
And it's been a long, somewhat stressful week. I'm not really sure why -- I think I've been less busy (as far as work projects with short deadlines go)...but between work, school, playing with the goober, and other "extra curricular" activities I'm involved in, I've felt pretty thinly stretched.
Listened to Jill last night as she finished preparations for her Relief Society lesson on pride.
Then today I succumb to one of the many manifestations of pride and became judgmental, standoffish, and a little defensive during an experience at church. I was trying really hard to not be those things... but I thought the "process" and execution was awkward, and thought of ways I'd do it "better"; I was listening half-heartedly and providing minimal responses; and answered some questions evasively because I imputed perceived motives into the scenario.
Now, I don't think I was outright rude [that wasn't my intention], but I know I could have responded with a better attitude.Later that day we had dinner with some new friends in the ward, and at one point in our conversation the person (with whom I had met earlier) came up. I learned a little more about them as a person, and could then (re)view today's experience--and several past experiences--in a new light. The "execution" of our interaction and what I perceived as awkwardness seemed to make more sense in this new context. It's still awkward, but I can feel less abrasive(?) towards it--and learn to expect and accept it.
* My apologies to the author; I haven't seen the text written anywhere other than in the music, so this is my non-English major/poetically immature attempt to put it in stanzas.
From: MR JOHN BALI <johnbalizzz@rediff.com>
Date: 1 April 2011
Subject: PLEASE KINDLY OPEN THE ATTACHMENT FILE FOR MORE DETAILS
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