Cheetos...

So I decided the ultimate comfort food for me: Cheetos. They need to be the crunchy kind, not the puffy ones... I hate the puffs. They stain your fingers, and are full of fat, but there is something about a bag of cheetos that makes me remember to smile. Easter candy also has a place in my heart. Those Cadbury chocolate eggs, not the creme filled ones so much, but the candy shell coated kind.... mmmmm. The best is chocolate chip cookies out of those. Peeps is another topic that needs to be addressed. I have mixed feeling about those marshmallow creatures... the bunnies I can tolerate, well I can tolerate eating one. The chicks are way too much mallow. Does anybody else prefer them hard? I've heard frozen is also a great option.

Rexburg

I just got home from Rexburg for the dedication of the temple. I was supposed to interpret for it, but no one showed up needing interpretation, so I was able to just be there. After the sessions finished, we cleaned up the temple. Nearly 4000 chairs needed removed, the furniture needed to be placed, and carpets needed cleaned. That was an experience. The best part was how the celestial room felt like a celestial room even in a pair of jeans. The spirit in that house dedicated to our Lord, was a testimony to me of truth found with in. I'm a bit discouraged to come back to Provo to be honest. The town kinda makes me sad, I just feel as if the world around us keeps moving, while we're lost in a dream land of marriage and school. Reminds me of Mr Bagina's talk... it's interesting how a paper occupies the space of our mind, and genocide is carried out silently to our ears. Random tangent, I know... just something I've been thinking about.

Rally for Change

Monday morning came and I woke up to watch the news before class. I saw that Michelle Obama was coming to SLC to campaign for her husband, and a rally was open to the public. It sparked my interest and I walked to campus with it itching my mind. I called my Mom for a voice of reason, and she encouraged me to go, "experience history in the making." I called my friend Ginger and asked if she was interested in ditching school for the Obama experience, she agreed and our adventure commenced. An hour later we found ourselves in line with others waiting to enter the Salt Palace. The news cameras were bright and in your face, and the people friendly. We gathered all the gratis items we could, and made our way into the reception hall. 3 rows behind the stand we were gathered with an enthusiastic group all seeking something... change. We did the wave, cheered and chanted "Yes we can" until our voices grew hoarse. Michelle's talk was amazing. It inspired me with hope, and refueled my belief in America. I found myself enthralled by here use of rhetoric. To quote her, "I didn't drink the kool-aid" but I heard the topics, and decided for myself. I met her after and thanked her for her moving words, and her belief in changing this world to make it a better place for our children. I walked away a believer and a dreamer. Yes we can.