My life is not boring!

At least it hasn't been for the past week.  Hence posting twice in the short span of only four days.

On Wednesday, we went up to Temple Square to see all the Christmas lights.  I ended up getting separated from the group along with another kid and we took the opportunity to head inside and get warm with some hot chocolate.  I mean, once you've seen the lights all that's left to do is slowly freeze to death.

I ended up getting a free bag of chips out of the deal when the cashier spilled hot cocoa all over the kid and floor while we were paying.  We laughed it off as things were being cleaned up and she said we deserved the chips for not getting mad at her, especially during Christmas.

It made me sad to think that it is the exception, rather than the rule, these days that people react to accidents or adverse situations with compassion and understanding.  It has gotten so common to freak out when something goes wrong that stores and restaurants scramble to appease irate customers by giving them free things, or vouchers for free things.

This has caused a feeling of entitlement to those who assume that they have been wronged through common, everyday occurrences when people make mistakes.  It goes back to the adage of "casting the first stone." We have all made mistakes that have adversely affected someone, taking away our right to condemn anyone else who makes a mistake.

There are situations where retribution is deserved in accordance with the offense, but more often problems encountered could be resolved more quickly and amicably if the world were to be doused in a huge vat of common courtesy.

So try to spread a little Christmas cheer this year and be a little more courteous than normal.  A poor, frazzled cashier will probably be the first to be thankful.

Uh, now to get off this soapbox, I'll tell you of all the other cool things I'm doing.

Friday, we had another ward activity--this time the semester closing social.  We had it at an ice arena so that we could play broom hockey on ice.  There are soooo many sports that I never knew existed until I moved to Utah.  We ate some crepes first and then hit the ice (the crepes were catered and were dinner crepes, not dessert kind).

I played to the middle left side of the rink and was mainly on defense.  I have no idea what I was doing but it was FUN.  The best part is that you are in your street shoes and not ices skates.  I can't ice skate worth ANYthing but I got really good at sliding across the ice in Russia, so I was more comfortable in shoes anyway.

Don't get me wrong, I still fell a few times going for the ball or getting plowed down by an opponent but it was a blast.  We won, too, so that makes the memory all the better.

Last, but not least, you should know that I was wearing an "Ugly Christmas Sweater" for most of the time until it got too hot to wear.  We couldn't find any at the thrift store because apparently they are quite the fashion these days.  So we made our own.

Enjoy the slide reel of pics and pay no mind to the horse on the wall in the background.