Sortor Rules!: April 2009

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Whatever the Heck I Feel Like

All of my wildest dreams have come true. I survived another pregnancy. I have three scrumptrulescent little girls and a deadsexy husband. I wear cut-off overalls with slippers and nobody cares. I eat PB&J and apple slices on the trampoline for lunch. I rock out on my MP3 player while I fold laundry and watch Sponge Bob. I have lots of good friends, and lots of good books. And all of my wildest dreams have come true. Consequently this leaves me very little to write about. Apparently all my creativity stems from perpetual discontentedness. Who knew?

Diana - perpetual discontentedness = Happy Diana. Happy Diana = Unfunny Diana. Unfunny Diana = Unfunny posts = No more friends = perpetual discontentedness.

Just give it time, people.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

My Testimony

This Easter Sunday I just wanted to share my simple testimony that Jesus Christ is the son of God, and my Savior. That His sacrifice gives my life meaning, and reason to hope. I am humbled by his incredible love. I am grateful for the opportunity to repent each time I fall. I am grateful to have the opportunity to live with God again, to be with my family and friends forever, to continue progressing eternally. I am grateful for the peace I feel when I realize His hand in my life, when I consider His infinite patience with me. His infinite mercy towards me. I know He lives. And I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Elder Holland says it better. Click on the link below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpFhS0dAduc

About Diana

Raised in the backwoods of a Northern Californian town few believe exists, Diana spent the majority of her childhood hiding in trees and talking animatedly to her own reflection. She lived a quiet life. And by "quiet" I mean she peed when addressed directly. Due to a series of exciting but somewhat unfortunate events, Diana left "Cobb" two months before her seventeenth birthday for the less attractive but more substancial Salt Lake City, where she began simultaneously working on her social skills and her sock-selling skills. However, it was her wicked dance skills that overshadowed her awkwardness enough to win the heart of her tall, ruggedly-handsome, graphic-designer husband who laughed at all her good jokes and none of her lame ones. She continues to find both his honesty and his red-afro irresistable. Though Diana and Andy have failed to produce a male heir probably due to their insistance that their future son be named Jack Bauer, they have three little girls and a cat who desperately wishes to escape. Diana likes reading, writing, listening to music, decorating her house, thinking about her garden, and talking to her children. And prefers to do all in a highly unconvincing English accent.