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Feeling Lost

Several months ago Tara and I started a Netflix subscription. We figured it would be a good way to catch up on some movies that we never saw in theaters. Truthfully, we don't go to movies very often. If it isn't animated - we usually don't see it.

Sure, we've enjoyed several good movies through Netflix, but last month we discovered something that has really captured our attention. Don't look now, but 7 years later we finally found LOST!



I knew this was a series I wanted to see. Even when it first aired it looked amazing. Still, there was always something that came up and we never watched the show. After a while I knew it was too late and so we gave up.

Until Netflix that is.

About a month ago we found the entire series available in the Instant Queue and that was all we needed. We started watching Season 1 and buzzed through all 25 episodes.

We usually end up watching the show once the kids are in bed. The trouble is that each episode ends with a cliffhanger. Several times we've agreed to head to bed. Then we get all wrapped up in our current episode and end up watching one more. I'm embarrassed to admit that we've watched past midnight on more than a few occasions.

I guess you could say we're addicted, I just think we're catching up. That's what happens when you're LOST.

Photo of the Day

For Alex's class this week he was able to see the Reptile Guy! I can't say I'm totally surprised to see Alex in the back instead of hands-on with the snake...

Delivering Service

For our combined Stake YM/YM activity this month we headed out to the Utah Food Bank.  It's a great place to pitch in and help those that really need a hand.  Our Stake was divided into two groups:  deliveries and warehouse.  Now I've done both of these tasks in the past and I've always enjoyed going to deliver the food the most.  There's something about getting out of your comfort zone and seeing what food means to various people.  I know I take it for granted that I always have some in my fridge.  I felt happy to be part of the delivery group this time.

We packed up a few boxes of different cans, bread, vegetables, etc. and headed out to find the recipients.  I had another YM leader and a van full of YW to take out for the drop offs.  For the girls it was their first time to deliver food as part of a service activity and I was excited to see their reaction.

We had some mixed results. One no show at the door. A mixed up identity issue at an apartment complex. A trip to the "Duck Lady's" house (You just have to imagine a garage full of 20 ducks - sure the neighbors love that one). Our one sure fired success was a visit to an older widow who made the girls feel so good about their visit. She gave them each a hug and thanked them over and over for coming to visit her. What a great chance to feel the spirit of service!

As our night was drawing to a close I asked the YW what they had learned through our activity. I was sure they'd mention the joy of service, or the chance to meet someone who's lonely. NOPE.

"Don't become a HOARDER!"

You've got to love the Youth.

I've Been Jimmered

I can't believe I'm saying this, but - like the rest of the country - I've been Jimmered. I just love watching this guy shoot.

From anywhere on the court.

With guys up in his face.

No matter what the score.

Jimmer Fredette is an amazing college basketball player and it is fun watching him score. Jared Fawson and I were talking about this yesterday and we reached a consensus.

Growing up we both wished we could be Jimmer.

You know the Mormon kid who could really play ball. Someone who scored at will. Someone who was willing to take the big shot and capable of making it. I spent hours working on my shot, and that was just to play high school and church ball. This guy is doing it on the national stage. It's really amazing to watch.

Secretly, I hope the Jazz have a shot at him in the draft. We need someone who can shoot.

Does that make me less of a Ute? I don't think so. I am certainly no fan of the cougars, but I am a fan of Jimmer.