How Sue ‘C’s it!

I really like some of what she has to say. Including that homosexuality is far from defining most people, it is just a part of them like blonde hair, going running, eating carrots and big hands. And much nicer than the character she plays on TV.

 

That’s how Sue C’s it!

Someone Else’s Blog

Recently I’ve had a few friends join the blogging world. They write such happy inspirational posts. Sickening isn’t it.

I decided I was too depressing and so I opened up a new blog at wordpress and I even put a couple entries in. I might keep it, I might update it, but I realized today more clearly that the entries there were SO overwhelmingly contrived and forced. I don’t write about happy stuff that makes you all warm and fuzzy. Right now it’s just not me. I have good times, I have good thoughts and deep feelings, but when I write, I don’t really care if others read it and I might prefer it most of the time. I was trying to write someone else’s blog for someone else. I think a blog can be just about anything, mine can’t be for you. Not yet. Not now.

Winners and Losers

Last night the BYU Men’s Lacrosse team fell in the quarterfinal game to the Michigan Wolverines. 16-11. It was a tough, season ending loss. Our team has been up at 6 am everyday for the whole semester practicing and working out. They have been dedicated and determined. But they couldn’t pull away from 3 time national champions Michigan. We didn’t make it to the title game and we didn’t take it all, but I think we took home much more than a trophy.

Coach Schneck is a great inspirational speaker and he is quite composed. He spoke to the team following the game. Schneck didn’t sugar coat the loss, he expressed our collective disappointment, but he looked forward to next year. This year was good, we had a lot of success, but we can learn even more from our opportunities to grow when we lost important games. Today is a new day and a new season. New teams will be formed, unique from any other time. Nothing good comes from rolling over in defeat and shame, so we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and take a step into the darkness prepared to work harder and smarter than ever before. That is winning.

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. –Theodore Roosevelt

An Easy Goodbye

Last night I travelled to Salt Lake City with Parry to eat dinner and spend time before he left for four months to Europe. Conversation was a bit hilted, but it was nice, it was mostly comfortable and old fashioned. Gentle smiles and warm connecting conversations resulted in a lack of tears or extra worries. Parry’s gone, and I actually think he’ll miss me. I’ll miss him.

Attitude

Dude, Chill.

Gah! You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ll chill when I’m good and ready to, and that will probably include you living up to your commitments so I don’t have to stress out about you in the first place. Just do what you say you will and then I’ll have a great attitude and hopefully your honor will give you a good attitude too. But don’t be a smart ass. Please.