What's in a Name?

I have a feeling that this generation just doesn't have enough respect for people in positions of authority. This whole rebelliousness probably began in the '60s and has snowballed into the problem it is today. Take me for example. I'm a freakin' NOTARY PUBLIC, man!!! Just me saying that should make you bow, or quake, or at least "honk your horn if you see this sign." But nooooooooo, I don't get a lick of respect. I get Nothin'. If anyone had any idea of the power I have... Let me just give you a little glimpse of my far-reaching powers. If you sign a document, then I can say that it was actually you who did sign it, and not some phony pretending to be you. All I have to do is affix my trusty Official Notary Stamp (complete with the official Seal of Utah) and - VOILA - it's legit. You can take it to Court, but you can't take it to the bank, baby (if you know what I mean). Anyway, I am all-powerful.

Sickness

I recall that Elder Maxwell and Elder Hales have both previously talked in General Conference about pain and sickness and how it makes you better and more spiritual and stuff. I've been sick this week with just a little cold (not even close to cancer or heart surgery) and I'm pretty sure that I decline spiritually when I'm sick. I don't feel like reading scriptures or even being nice to people.

Lent

I've finally decided what I will give up for Lent, a Catholic holiday where you "give something up" for 40 days - a quasi fast. Lately, I've spent a lot of time mindlessly watching TV just because I didn't feel like doing anything productive. So, I'm going to give up TV. There have to be ground rules of course. I can watch DVD's. I can also watch anything extraordinary, e.g. State of the Union address, something a roommate really wants me to see, etc. The 21st of March will be the next time I turn on a television set.