Watch General Conference

S. Gifford Nielson

http://www.lds.org/general-conference/watch?lang=eng

Haha!!! THis is awesome!!!

To all those who are Whovians.

Remember My Works

The hurt, the pain

The sorrow, the chain

With love I saw thee

Right there before me

Now, you are just gone

And there is nothing left

I blame, myself

There is, no one else

You were there with me

You loved so dearly

Now I am alone

And I fear emptiness

Yet I still live

I, contemplative

No place can I fall

No place here at all

My thoughts are gone too

There’s nothing for me now

So I smile my little smile

I do a little dip

No one would notice

The love that I miss

I dance across the room

With a tune all my own

No one can hear it

Just my playful spirit

I laugh a little laugh

I sing away the tears

No one would guess

Not in a million years

But that is the way

The way the world works

But remember my pain

But also, remember my works

Random of Me

I am different from everyone else. Yet everyone is different from each other, so does that make me the same as everyone else? Or does looking at me make it more obvious that everyone is unique? It can confuse someone, but to me, it is obvious. 

LOVE!

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  A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they'd be asked the "half empty or half full" question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: "How heavy is this glass of water?"
  
  Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.
  
  She replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn't change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." She continued, "The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything."
  
  It’s important to remember to let go of your stresses. As early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don't carry them through the evening and into the night. Remember to put the glass down!

Cinnamon- who knew righht? Not my mom!

My mother wanted to know where Cinnamon came from. So she made me write a paragraph on it. Here it is!

Marie Jon

History at the Table B1a

M, till forever

Confusing Cinnamon

(Who can get it right?)

There are many reasons why I shouldn’t write a paragraph about where cinnamon comes from. Cinnamon comes from so many places, and there are so many different types, not to mention two cinnamons that are used almost interchangeably. All these make this topic confusing and not very good for which to use for a topic for a paragraph. As I have said, there are too many places from where it has roots and come from. It comes from Arabia, Ethiopia, Sri Lanka, north of India, China, and Egypt. Not to mention all the countries that came in contact with these countries and started to trade and replant cinnamon in other countries. Also there are several different types of cinnamon that people get confused with each other all the time. There are 4 basic cinnamon trees that other cinnamon tree species branched off of. They are Cassia (Hebrew קציעה qəṣi`â), the bark of Cinnamomum iners from Arabia and Ethiopia, and literally means 'the peel of the plant' which is scraped off the tree; true Cinnamon (Hebrew קִנָּמוֹן qinnamon), the bark of C. verum (also called C. zeylanicum) from Sri Lanka; Malabathrum or Malobathrum (from Sanskrit तमालपत्रम्, tamālapattram, literally "dark-tree leaves"), several species including C. tamala from the north of India; Serichatum, C. cassia from Seres, that is, China. In addition to all this, there is Cinnamomum verum which is sometimes called "true cinnamon", most cinnamon that we get from international commerce comes from a related species, which is also referred to as "cassia" so people can tell the difference between it and "true cinnamon". All of this makes this topic very confusing and not at all a paragraph that should be written on.

References

Wikipedia. Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. various sponsers, 7 Feb. 2013. Web. 11 Feb. 2013. <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinnamon>.

Y? O, Y?

       It's Ty's birthday tomorrow. (He's my younger brother) Sam wanted me to help her draw a tree for his present. She complained when I drew a regular tree. She wanted a Christmas tree. So I turned the paper around and drew one. Then she complained that the tree was tooo fat.
        So I asked her to get me a new piece of paper. This time I drew a skinny tall tree. (I mean, what was wrong with the first one?) Anyway, then she wanted a pink star. She had left behind red pen. So I was an idiot and picked it up and used it. Then she came back she was outraged! She had not wanted a reed star.
                     SHE HAD WANTED A PINK ONE! EMPHASIS ON PINK!!!!!!!!
        So I got a pink highlighter and changed it to pink. Suddenly she loved me! Yeah, like I care. Then she complained she couldn't make a scribble to draw ornaments on.
                                                                    I ignored her
      She cried (I could tell it was fake) and was writhing on the floor, despairing at ever being able to do it. She cried, whined, grew quiet, then started it all up again. I finally told her if she didn't stop she would be put into timeout. She came up to me and asked me to do. I did.

                 SUDDENLY, i WAS THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!

And I didn't care. But I got peace and quiet. So at least I got something out of that whole exchange.