My brother's reaction to Pride and Prejudice

"Girls think too much! If I had to worry like that about relationships, I'd never have one."


Imagine what he'd say if he watched the six-hour version.

Nothing a little electrical tape can't fix

Yancy found this on his lunch break. The culprits changed every hand in the intersection.

Why are the obvious lessons so hard to learn?

Friday, I was so frustrated about cooking dinner, restuarant prices, eating healthy and the lack of enchilada sauce at my grocery store that I was almost in tears. To top it off, I knew when I came home Yancy was going to be extra nice to me. Ahh, PMS.

After being home a while, I transitioned from venting to Yancy to telling him about a sick friend I've been worried about. And all of a sudden I realized, "I'm not irritable anymore!" Magic.

This morning, when I called to tell a friend some good news, she sounded so low that I debated skipping my news. Who was I to be happy when she felt such grief? But I told her anyway, and again, the same magic happened. She sounded happier.

This is divinity, a bit of the divine in our nature. Hers is greater; it is more selfless for a mourner to rejoice in another's happiness than for a mourner to feel gratitude not to have another's trials, but both are good.

I'm glad the Lord knew I'd need at least 27 years of mortality to start to grasp this concept.

And, just in case my opinion counts, I think I'd enjoy another 60 or so to master it.