Angie asked: "Why do you have an "open" sign and why is it in your profile picture?"
Well I guess I can answer this question with a question of my own: why do I do anything that I do?! :) This picture is just me in the middle of more of my antics. I was visiting the Missionary Training Center (MTC) about two years ago. I had just returned from my mission and my good friend Astrid was a week away from reporting for hers. Astrid (who is from OKC) wanted to see the MTC so my companion (Moffitt), Astrid and me hit up Provo and walked around the MTC. This open sign is actually part of a bigger sign that says "the missionary field is open" (or closed, depending on how you flip it). In a nutshell this was me taking a sign at the MTC and turning it into a veritable dating advertisement. It's my profile picture because it was really the only pic I had of myself when I set of Blogger and also because it doesn't show my double chins. Two birds- one stone.
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IF-- Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
and lose and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you, except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, if all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run--
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more-- you'll be a Man, my son!
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
and lose and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you, except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, if all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run--
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more-- you'll be a Man, my son!
2 comments:
You forgot to mention you're hotness in this picture! =) Sheesh.
Oh, I get it!
Your so funny! Thanks for answering my question.
=)
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