Thoughts from ME

 So I come from divorced  parents and one thing that really frightens me about this is the increased likelihood of my own divorce. I asked the 100 Hour Board the following question: Dear 100 Hour Board, I looked in the archives and I'm pretty sure this question hasn't been asked before. If it has, I'm sorry and could you point me to it? Okay, so getting to my question. I know that with divorce rates, it is the same outside the Church as it is inside of it, meaning fifty percent of all marriages end in divorce. It's also been scientifically proven (somewhere? by someone?) that the likelihood of being divorced is increased if your parents were divorced. Is this true inside the Church as well as outside of it? If you grew up in the church with divorced parents, is it still more likely you will get divorced yourself? I'd like some sources if you can find them. - An inquisitive child of divorced parents A Dear Child, Don't fret, your exact quest...

 This is my 90th post! Which is cool because it's my favorite number times 30, which has my favorite number in it ten times. All cool math numbers. Anyway!  Just going to talk about my knee surgery and recovery. I'm three weeks out today! Which means in three weeks I can ditch my crutches!!! I'm a little frustrated with how slow the recovery is going though. Because I had meniscus repair, my doc and Larry (my physical therapist) are making me go really slow in the pt.   So I had surgery the first time in 2008. Doc thinks my ACL had been deteriorating for awhile or I hurt it when I was really little. I didn't notice it until May 2007 I was playing football with my brothers and some friends and a girl tripped me, twisting my leg and subsequently tearing my medial meniscus - Ouch! But I ignored the knee for the summer and finally got it checked out that fall. My doctor suggested surgery and I met Dr. Brad J. Larson in Logan, Utah. In June 2008 I had ACL reconstruction ...

 I've been reading the 100 Hour Board this morning and I haven't blogged for awhile so I think I'll take a stab at it. Another reason is I'm texting my little sister and I'm in a weird mood - perfect blogging mood. So I have a few things I'd like to touch on. First of all, my sister sent me a text saying that in her English class (at my old high school, my old teacher blah blah blah) there was found in a book cover My name. And what book would that be? Their Eyes Were Watching God. Zora Neale Hurston is the worst writer I have ever read! I HATED THAT THING!!! ... So, I reply to my sister the obvious: "What?! Why would My name be in a book I HATED?" The answer, "I don't know." Hm. I don't know either. But, according to her, it was maybe in my handwriting and it had my middle initial. My thoughts on this? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! So I say to her, "Erase it!" But it's too late. The thing has been put away. Lef...