
I was shopping at Trader Joes and a young twenty something store employee stopped me, "Mam", she said, (Mam?? is she really talking to me? mam??) "where did you get your cardigan?" (now that's more like it) "LOFT" I answer. And she stares blankly--"you know, Ann Taylor's LOFT?" Still blank. So I instruct her where to find a store, and move along. So I have found my niche-my choice of caridigan color-still cool, my choice of store to purchase it at--only cool to those of us "Mams".



I was laying down on the couch, resting from my early morning butt kicking at the gym. And Josie brought the book Pinkalicious and said she would read it to me (she can't read). So she was doing pretty good getting through the pages, and then we got to the page where the little girl is sticking her tongue out at her mom."We cannot walk as other men, or talk as other men, or do as other men, for we have a different destiny, obligation, and responsibility placed upon us and we must fit ourselves [to it]."
----Elder John A. Widstoe





