MUST See

So I feel kind of guilty admitting it, but I have been a bad "blog wife" and have not been checking Robert's new blog. I finally just got up-to-date and was laughing SO HARD. It is hilarious, enlightening, and easy-to-read. Do check it out. Do comment. DO bookmark it and send it to all your friends. Robert is really proud of it (as he should be) and he was EVEN recently called "delightfully witty" by mormontimes.com. GO HONEY! You deserve the props.

So before you waste another moment... CHECK OUT THE BLOG!!! You won't regret it. :)

Quit Peeking!

There's only one thing I'm sure I learned from the last science class I took at BYU (I don't even remember the title of the class; it wasn't Physics or Biology). That one thing was: Light behaves as a particle when it's observed, and as waves when it is not observed. I tried to observe if anyone else in class was as incredulous as I was when our teacher tried to explain this. They weren't, but I think that's because most of them were sleeping.

Anyway, I've always been curious to know more about this, and then I came across this video today. It doesn't really shine any new light on the subject, but it's very entertaining and serves as a reminder of how small and pathetic we are with our limited understanding of quantum physics.




Final Thought: Take a look at this Mormon blogger's theory for a discussion on how this relates to the mind-blowing doctrine that there never was a time in the past when nothing existed. And especially read the end where he brings The Light of Christ into all of this.

The Mormons Are Coming!

In Logansport, Indiana, one of the areas I lived in during my 2-year mission, we were nearly run over by the Stake President, who shouted (jokingly) out the window of his car at us: "Lock up your women and your horses! The Mormons are coming!" Good ol' President Tincher.

On that note, I decided to start a new blog (like any of you need another blog to read, I know) over at http://themormonsarecoming.blogspot.com/. While there are already many blogs/news sites which incorporate Mormon news stories, I wanted a blog which focuses more narrowly on current Mormon news without editorials or personal philosophies. Feel free to check it out.

Car Bed (or "why Peter rightly thinks we are the best EVER")

Watch the full video for the complete effect. And then view the first-night bed pics from last Saturday night. (He has since slept in the bed every night very successfully... only fell out once. We heard him fall and went to his room to comfort/help him and he had already crawled back into the car bed and was on his way back to sleep. He LOVES this bed!!! THANK YOU Craigslist!)

4 Years Ago Today...

For Robert, My Love, On Our Fourth Anniversary

4 Years Later--
more than 7 if you count dating--
still it's hard for me to pinpoint
what my love for you is.

I used to think love was that gut-tickle,
light-headed, giddy feeling--
the one I had the first time you held my hand
(Elder Eyring's talk, Saturday Afternoon, April 2002 Conference)
or the first time I read you loved me
(May 15, 2002-- my Mom's birthday).

Then love turned into a consciousness
and an ache.
I longed for your kiss, your hug,
even just your voice or e-mails.
In London, you were with me, in
my thoughts, in my hands.
I was bruised inside waiting for
(usually on Tuesdays)
or rereading your letters for the
20th time-- listening to
that piano song from Nicholas Nicholby,
sometimes crying softly, holding your picture.

During our engagement and early marriage,
love was a rickety old rollercoaster
and a torrent sea.
My coldest day was when I gave you my ring.
You gave it back in the morning.

Love then was an addiction;
more than just in me--a dangerous need,
driven by passions and rage.
We survived,
steadied only by the quiet,
often forgotten surety that
I was yours, completely.

Now our love is Four--
words and people
(February 9 our great start in parenthood; February 16 our new addition).
A little of all it's been--the feeling, the consciousness, the addiction--
but mostly
love is you.
Simply--
love is who I am, how my heart beats,
the steadiness of breathing.
Love is kissing you goodnight
("I love you; goodnight.")
Love is you holding my hair and cleaning up
after many of the 45 Peter pregnancy throw-ups.
Love is seeing you in our sons' features day in and out--
knowing they are lucky to be so handsome.
Love is a peace in my life;
calling you and knowing you'll be there;
the realization that without you,
I am hollow, in-
complete, disjointed.
Love is us. Forever.

--Jocelyn S. Gibbons