Stories

I like to tell stories. Stories about my life, stories about my parents, stories about grandparents, about my children ... pretty much anything that happened ever.

I didn't realize this trait had carried over into my children until we were expecting the exterminator to come and they were telling exterminator stories.

Exterminator stories. Really? All he does is come in and silently traipse through the house with his little backpack and spray wand. Then I hand him a check and he leaves.

There's no interaction. My children don't say a word to him, and yet he's left enough of an impression on their lives to warrant stories.

It makes me wonder what kind of lasting impression we make on others, no matter how fleeting, when we think we are living in isolation and touching no one.

It makes me wonder if the claim 'it's my life and I can do what I want' is really true. Is it my life?

Only my life? I effect no one else? Isn't that a little narcissistic?

Aren't the things we do like little ripples of water touching the ripples of other's lives and creating new patterns?

Crooked Smile

It's time to discuss another romance novel cliche! Oh boy! You know how I love those!

This time it's the male lead's crooked smile! I know! You love them! I know it because so many male love interests have one!

So I've been wondering, if we took a survey, what percentage of men would have crooked smiles? How would that compare to the percentage of romantic males in novels?

Men have a distinct disadvantage over women in this regard, whereas a female might feel scarred for life over not having the ability to look through her eye lashes, (this has been discussed in a previous post) I suspect men are blissfully unaware that love is so dependent on a crooked smile.

Perhaps this is why nerds are nerds. Many men don't read romance novels. Any publisher will tell you the target audience for romance is people of the female persuasion. Don't argue the point with me, I'm just stating the way it is.

Now how is a guy supposed to understand how to not be a nerd and how to be a romantic hero if he doesn't read romance? There is a sad lack of critical education going on here. A guy could be born, live and die a nerd and never know it.

No wonder the 'male ego' is a thing. How is society supposed to manipulate and subvert men with this kind of business going on? How are men supposed to find out they should have crooked smiles and rumpled hair in order to find true love?

Instead they go around defying all the rules without having these horrifying deficiencies hanging over their heads and destroying all hope of happiness.

Life is so unfair.

Beautiful Utah

People wonder sometimes what it's like to live in Utah. If you ask me, it's a beautiful place to live. (But don't ask my siblings or parents, they'll tell you different.)

I went up American Fork Canyon last month and I thought it'd be fun to post some pictures, a little sampler of what's up there.

We went on a couple hikes.

And had a picnic.

There were wildflowers, trees, streams and rocks. Lots and lots of rocks.

I can't think of a better way to spend a day.

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Wherein I'm Not as Stupid as I Thought

All horrible things must come to an end. I tell myself that all the time. Anyway, after much frustration, my technological difficulties have been sorted out...for now.

Posts on this blog will resume. Life will go on. Someday I'll get a technological clue. Miracles will happen.

And one day there will be world peace.


Editors note: This was posted during my unfortunate foray into the world of having my own website. I have since repented.