How to Lift the World

(for more about this pic, click here, it is 11 rules to change our world...very cool)
I am daily inspired. I look around me and I see so many people doing so many incredible things with their life that I am often get emotional just thinking about how much good an individual can do.

My motto in life has been: While you can’t change the entire world tomorrow, you can change someone’s world today.

I see friends who go to Africa for the orphans, South America for the poor, Asia for the undereducated, inner cities for the homeless, nursing homes for the elderly, hospitals for the sick, next door for the lonely…anywhere for the people.

I keep these types of friends close.

They change the world by changing someone’s world. They change my world daily.

To be totally revealing, sometimes I will almost get a hinge of jealousy wishing I could be more involved in their cause, but I have realized something that a leader of the LDS church has said, “Lift where you stand.” We can’t spread ourselves too think among the philanthropic enterprises in the world, but we can do what we can with what we have.

How grateful I am and we all should be for the pillars of charity we have in our lives. My daily interactions with my friends—my heroes—has instilled in me a desire to change the world where I stand.

Together, we can lift the world.

Farting in the Library.

So the other day I’m in the library writing, minding my own business and sitting silently.

Al of a sudden I hear this sound very similar to a person passing gas, breaking wing, cutting the cheese, tooting, blowing out hot air from the wrong end…farting.

Ya. Loud.

I tried not to be rude, but I looked over very nonchalantly and to my surprise saw the culprit: a middle-aged woman sitting at a table with what looked like to be her daughter (visibly embarrassed, but continuing to read as if she didn’t notice anything).

This would be a good point to mention that the chairs in the library are wooden—ever so unforgiving for a slip of this sort. I won’t get into the anatomical reasoning, assuming your minds can piece together the missing links in this chain of logic, but needless to say, sitting on wood amplifies the reasoning behind the actual sound your bumbum makes.

…think of clapping your hands. Now think of clapping onto a wooden chair…in a silent library.

ANYWAYS, so I’m trying not to stare, but do kind of want to see how she will cover up the situation. She proceeds to stand up and I think Ah, the ol’ ‘it was the chair moving on the carpet and not me farting’ technique. Wise. I was wrong.
Dead wrong.
She stand up, grabs her BAG, and puts it under to fanny to MUTE her next attacks on the odor-neutral air! YES! A bag to manually silence her deadlies.

No apologies.

None needed.

She farted and the world knew it.

Moral of the story: Don’t cover up—just prepare.

…just prepare.

A Post that has Nothing to do with Love

I had a whole post written about love. But then something hit me…it is so fleeting. I write about love and the moment I do, it seems to be gone. So why don’t I write about something less fickle than love…hairstyles for example.

Yes, hair comes and it goes.
It fades and it grows.
It hides and it shows.
It doesn’t, yet it knows.

You can comb it and tame it and try to blame it,
But in the end it’s your job to maintain it.
It speaks and pikes it swirls it spikes,
Whatever it is, that you must like.

Whether bowl cut or the bell,
There’s more to it than gel.
But if you have it, treat it well,
For there’s no hair in hell.

Don't Make an Ask of Yourself

Do you know what really get’s me going? What really irritates me?
Dumb questions.
Do you wanna know what irritates me more?
People that say there are no such thing as dumb questions.

Really though. Think of how many dumb questions there are. Can you? Hm? Can you? Well?
There are three in a row right there. The first “Can you?” would have sufficed. But then to proceed to repeat the question and then ask two more one-syllable questions, one of which isn’t even a word, seems a touch superfluous to me. But my point stands.

If you want to know if you are asking a stupid question here are some questions to ask yourself. If your question falls under these categories, don’t ask your question because it is dumb…k?
1. Was the question already asked and answered properly?
2. If the answer right in front of you and you just aren’t looking?
3. Is there any point at all, even a little, to your question?
4. Does anyone in the world care?
5. Will the question lead to anything good?

With that all being said, there are more smart questions than dumb ones. I try to avoid the latter, although, as I always say, ‘better the latter than the stairs’—but not in this situation. You are smart intelligent people who just like to do dumb things every now and then (you reading this blog, point and case). But let’s make this world better through questions that aren’t stupid.

…shall we?