tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21496087260517510152024-03-13T11:55:11.444-07:00Thoughts on LDSSome of my views about my religion. Note: I do not speak for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. The blog is purely my responsibility and I alone, am responsible for its content.Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.comBlogger241125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-14661704704575889622017-05-26T07:50:00.001-07:002017-05-26T07:50:05.950-07:00Colby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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ColbyDan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-83495514495526049312014-05-18T15:32:00.001-07:002014-05-18T15:32:39.907-07:00Kate's KicksI teach the 14-18 year old Sunday School class. It is by far the best calling in the church. The youth in my class are amazing. Here's an <a href="https://www.lds.org/church/news/14-year-old-texas-girl-uses-her-talent-to-help-family-in-need-?lang=eng" target="_blank">article</a> on LDS.org about one of them.<br />
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Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-77902316685232439602014-04-28T09:09:00.004-07:002014-04-28T09:09:44.878-07:00Likening the scriptures to us<object id="flashObj" width="480" height="270" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"><param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1&isUI=1" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="flashVars" value="videoId=2790283984001&playerID=1949328112001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAABxcy4RzE~,ShqhIv2iqxIqGwVGe8QsY68nic-60VGz&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" /><param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /><param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1&isUI=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=2790283984001&playerID=1949328112001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAABxcy4RzE~,ShqhIv2iqxIqGwVGe8QsY68nic-60VGz&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="480" height="270" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed></object>Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-62373711447120911782014-04-12T10:45:00.001-07:002014-04-12T10:45:32.476-07:00Easter Message<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I need to make a disclaimer at the beginning of this post. I have watched Duck Dynasty once. I found it very humorous, but I'm not a regular viewer. That said, whether I watch the show or not is irrelevant to my post. <br />
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Ironically, in the name of "tolerance" society is becoming extremely less tolerant of Christians. If you're paying attention to the news you're probably aware that the Patriarch of the Duck Dynasty clan, Phil Robertson, is being suspended from the show by the A&E network. He is being suspended for calling homosexuality a sin. <br />
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It is not my intent to cast stones at others than are sinning because I am not without sin. That said, sin is sin. The Bible spells out several behaviors, actions, etc. that are not endorsed by Heaven.
I read an article in <a href="http://www.usatoday.com/story/opinion/2013/12/19/duck-dynasty-bible-religion-palin-robertson-column/4124181/">USA Today </a>that sums up my views very well on the subject. In part it states:
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Irrefutable history documents that the Bible and its teachings were the biggest influence on those that founded the freest and most prosperous nation in human history. Yet nowadays if you believe that same Bible is true you will either silence your beliefs, or you will be silenced. Just ask Phil Robertson, one of the stars of Duck Dynasty, among the most successful shows on TV.
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In an interview with GQ, Robertson plainly repeated simple truths that are fundamental to western civilization—the Bible calls all sexual activity outside of holy matrimony sin and immoral, and it’s natural for a man to be attracted to a woman. You know, the birds and the bees.
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For that, the tolerance mob demanded his head on a platter, and the wannabe King Herods that work at A&E, the network that made untold millions off of Robertson's enormous popularity, gladly obliged. When we have now come to the point that pop culture would rather bow at the altar of rabid political correctness than make a profit, then we have reached a point of no return as a people.</blockquote>
It's a great opinion piece. I sent an e-mail to the A&E Network voicing my disagreement with their decision and encouraged them not to cave in to the demands of the vocal minority. If you feel so inclined you can send them an e-mail at feedbackaetv@aenetworks.com
Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-43722971110221250342013-12-15T12:23:00.002-07:002013-12-15T12:23:46.763-07:00The Nativity<iframe width="560" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/YijgnaGk2Us" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-92107560040313844192013-08-04T13:15:00.002-07:002013-08-04T13:20:10.326-07:00Temple Marriage and FamiliesA few posts ago I mentioned how I had moved to Dallas. Things have changed in the last year. I thought I was moving to Boston, but I was only there a month, and now I'm living in College Station, TX. It's awesome. At church I teach the 14+ youth Sunday School class. I love my kids. they are also awesome. This is by far the best calling in the church. Anyway, today in Sunday School we were discussing Temple Marriage and Families and how to tell others what we believe. In no particular order, here are their thoughts:
<blockquote>Temple marriage is talked about a lot in the LDS faith. It is said over and over again how it is so important. The reason this ordinance is so important is because it seals the spouses and their future children together forever. This means even after death you will get to be with your family. This is why so much focus is put on the family. It is the unit that you will be with forever. Other earthly things don't transfer over after death, but the family will, and can be together forever through temple marriage. - Jaylen Hinckley</blockquote>
<blockquote>Temple marriage is a sacred process in which worthy males and females are able to partake of. This consists of a marriage that lasts for an eternity as well as any children who have been born into that marriage. This marriage is only done in this sacred site and has the ability to further one's spiritual growth. This is important to me as I know of the importance of temple marriage, as I will one day pick a worthy spouse I will have the security & knowledge, &happiness to know that I will be sealed to my spouse for time and all eternity, and not just "till death do us part." This sacred and spiritual thing cannot be done without the right authority & power. Therefore knowing the temple does have this authority & power. I know this saving ordinance is true and real. - Brianna Aguilar</blockquote>
<blockquote>To me, temple marriage means you will be with your spouse forever, through all time and eternity. That's something special that can only take place inside the walls of an LDS temple. A temple marriage is something I'm striving for. I want to be with my family forever, not just here on this earth, and I can't wait for the day when I am married to the love of my life not just until death do we part, but for eternity. - Brooke Hanks</blockquote>
<blockquote>Temple marriage seals you, your spouse, and family together forever. It is the important step in your life to receive the highest glory in God's kingdom. Without temple marriage your family cannot be together for all eternity. - Emma Hanks </blockquote>
<blockquote>I think temple marriage is important so that families can be together forever! You don't have to worry about loved ones that have died because by being sealed at the temple you can know for sure that you will see them again one day. Being married isn't about 'until death do you part.' It's about being together forever. Your kids and spouse will live with you for all of eternity! Being married in the Lord's house is a sacred thing and he trusts that you will keep His commandments and live worthily to receive eternal life, which is the greatest gift He can give you! - Jared Garlick</blockquote>
<blockquote>Temple marriage is a sacred ordinance where a man and a woman are sealed, or bound together, for all eternity. It's unlike most marriages that occur as it is forever instead of the marriage covenant which says 'until death do us part.' Family is important because family is an important part of life. Families are also sacred as you can be sealed with your entire family instead of just your spouse. Not only that, families also are there to support you in times of need. Plus families are awesome. - Eugene Ryoo</blockquote>
<blockquote>Dear stranger/non-member:
Temple marriage for LDS members is a very sacred ordinance, used for binding a couple together for time and all eternity. Temple marriage is also required in order to obtain the highest portion of the Celestial Kingdom, the highest kingdom in heaven. As long as you and your spouse are following the covenants and staying close to the Lord, you will be sealed to each other and your family forever in the Kingdom of God.
Sincerely, Colton Decell</blockquote>
Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-83208381283018132572012-09-01T12:34:00.000-07:002012-09-01T12:34:30.919-07:00New blogI typically try to separate my political views from my religious ones. Therefore I started a new blog for my political leanings. <a href="http://danialolsen.blogspot.com/">Check it out</a> Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-24246616302848496102012-07-04T05:49:00.002-07:002012-07-04T05:50:46.519-07:00Indexing Record<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Family Search indexing set a goal to index/arbitrate 5 million names on July 2nd. Nearly 46K people participated in the historic event. They believed that no one had ever come close to indexing that many names in a 24 hour period. Indexers from around the globe participated. The final tally? <br />
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They hit the 5 million mark in 16 hours and then just kept going. What an amazing effort! <br />
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What is indexing? From the <a href="https://indexing.familysearch.org/newuser/nuhome.jsf?3.13.3">Family Search</a> website: <br />
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<em>Every person matters. Perhaps it is this feeling that prompts millions to seek out their family history. For most, records of their ancestors provide key links to their past. An army of volunteers from around the world is now helping to save and make these records available. Using our online system, they are able to easily extract data from valuable records and provide </em><a href="https://familysearch.org/"><em>free searchable indexes</em></a><em>—all from the convenience of their homes.</em></div>
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At the moment, most of my indexing is from the 1940 US Census. They have photocopied images like this:<br />
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Indexers take the information from this page and input it into records that can be searched by others on-line. Each sheet contains about 40 records and an average person can go through a page in less than 30 minutes, or if you're my wife, in about 15 minutes or less.</div>
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Congratulations on the amazing record fellow indexers! </div>Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-87707753383543136892012-06-30T08:09:00.001-07:002012-07-04T05:56:58.614-07:00Matthew 7: 7-11 Random Coincidence?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had a very interesting experience last evening. But before I get to it, I need to provide you with a little background information. If you scroll a few blog posts down you’ll see that we recently moved to the <a href="http://www.thoughtsonlds.blogspot.com/2012/02/move-to-texas.html">Dallas, TX</a> area. Whenever you move it gives you the opportunity to ask yourself, “Do I really want to lug, ‘that item’ again to a new place?” It’s a great opportunity to throw stuff away. <br />
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As is usually the case with our moves, I went first for work, and Wendy tied up loose ends at home and came later. In this instance the loose end was allowing our son, Colby, to graduate high school before moving. Anyway, we had dining room chairs that were well past their useful lives. They were broken, tattered, stained, etc. Wendy made the executive decision to leave them behind. <br />
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This presented unique challenges as we don’t really have any good chairs now. We had a couple of folding metal chairs, a couple of $10 plastic office chairs with wheels, i.e. we could sit, but our dining room was not what anyone would describe as aesthetically pleasing. It was functional, that was good enough to start with. <br />
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If you scroll further down my blog you’ll see that I was in <a href="http://www.thoughtsonlds.blogspot.com/2011/09/boston.html">Boston</a> a while back on a business trip. I had a great time there. I had the opportunity to attend the ward where I was staying. A kindly man asked if I wanted to join him and his wife for dinner. I think they like their anonymity so I’m not going to post their names, but if you visit Boston and you run into them your lives will be blessed by the experience I can assure you. Anyway, when I got to their house I was informed that they had a tradition that everyone that ate there had to sign the table cloth. The man pulled out his table cloth (you do not eat over this table cloth), and laid it across the table. I looked at him dumbfounded. He chuckled and replied, “Yeah, I know. Just try to find somewhere to sign.” The table cloth was covered in signatures. <br />
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I asked them if they knew how many signatures were on the table cloth. He, being a mechanical engineer, was tracking that in an Excel spreadsheet. His wife said, “We’ve gotten a little behind in updating the spreadsheet, but there’s a little over 2,000 names on it.” Seriously, how cool is that? <br />
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It was a wonderful evening. They had invited over others as well and we had a great evening together. It inspired me. I went home and bought a table cloth. I do not know if I’ll come near the 2,000 signatures they have, but we’re trying. <br />
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Okay, so that’s the back story. I own a table cloth. The intent of the table cloth is to motivate me to go out of my comfort zone and invite people over for dinner. I’m an accountant, so I like my Excel spreadsheets, but I’ll never be accused of being an extrovert. I don’t have enough chairs to be inviting people over for dinner, and we haven’t found money in the budget yet to buy enough for our dining room. <br />
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Enter <a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/matt/7.7-11?lang=eng#6">Matthew 7: 7-11</a>: <br />
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7 Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:<br />
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8 For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.<br />
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9 Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?<br />
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10 Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?<br />
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11 If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?</blockquote>
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After our family scripture study we have been praying to be able to acquire some chairs so we can invite people over for dinner. My friends in Boston seemed to invite over people that were visiting or brand new to the ward. I thought I would do likewise. It really meant a great deal to me that they invited me, a complete stranger, over for dinner. I was on the road, missing my family, and they filled a need when I needed it most. Maybe I could do the same for someone else. <br />
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I think at this point I also need insert <a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/ether/12.6?lang=eng#5">Ether 12:6</a>: <br />
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6 And now, I, Moroni, would speak somewhat concerning these things; I would show unto the world that faith is things which are hoped for and not seen; wherefore, dispute not because ye see not, for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith.</blockquote>
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We have invited the missionaries over a few times since we’ve moved here, but we hadn’t yet invited anyone else. Last Sunday, I invited a friend from work to go to church with us and I would make them their favorite meal, Mac n Cheese afterward. (Coincidentally, I make a killer mac n cheese with Smoked Gouda, Aged Asiago, and Sharp Cheddar). <br />
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My friend from work became the 25th signature on the table cloth; I’m not quite to 2,000 yet.<br />
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Last night we had the missionaries over for dinner. Just as a side note, missionaries don’t mind sitting in rickety, broken down chairs. Anyway, I’m driving them home and as I’m doing so, we’re going through road construction and it looks like they’re about to close the road down. I realize that I’ll have to find another way back home. As I was thinking it dawned on me that the way I would’ve chosen wouldn't work also due to the construction, so I traveled home along a different route that I had never gone before. I was fairly certain I could get home that way, but I wasn’t sure until I actually tried it. <br />
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As I’m driving through a residential neighborhood, low and behold, I see several dining room chairs on a lawn with a for sale sign on them. It wasn’t a garage sell. It was after 8:00 p.m. and it was just chairs and a couple of pictures. <br />
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I raced home and got Wendy. I had no idea what they were selling for, but if they were just sitting on a lawn I was guessing the owners of the chairs were willing to deal. The owners were a younger couple that had to move. They couldn’t fit the dining room table and chairs into their new place and so they were selling a complete set of six dining room chairs and four other very nice chairs. For less than the price of what two of the chairs would’ve cost retail, we acquired all ten. <br />
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Coincidence that I was driving a path I never had before? Coincidence that the very items I needed were sitting on a lawn? Not even by a long shot. I think the Lord now expects me to invite people over since he found us some chairs. Who knows, come visit our ward and you might get dinner out of it too.<br />
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<br />Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-76226272455952605892012-06-22T15:13:00.001-07:002012-06-22T15:34:56.015-07:00I Nephi 18 – A Study in Contrasts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have always been fascinated by this <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/18?lang=eng">chapter</a> of scripture. It shows a significant contrast in how Nephi and his older siblings, Laman and Lemuel, respond to calls from the Lord. <br />
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As we read in the previous chapter, Nephi was <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/17.8?lang=eng#7">commanded</a> to build a ship. He had never done this before. His brothers <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/17.17-19?lang=eng#16">mocked him, and refused to help</a>. Eventually the Lord required him to use a little divinely inspired <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/17.53-55?lang=eng#52">percussive persuasion</a> to get them moving. It was ONLY after this experience that they repented and worshipped the Lord. <br />
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I get the impression however, that they weren’t thrilled with the task of building a ship when they believed that their brother had no idea of what he is doing. This point is brought home in <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/18.4?lang=eng#3">verse 4</a>, when we read that it was ONLY after the ship was built and looked good that his older brothers “humbled themselves again before the lord.” <br />
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The point being that Laman and Lemuel would only repent after they saw a sign or received some blessing from the Lord. Nephi’s life is in stark contrast to that paradigm. <br />
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When Nephi was commanded to build a ship, his response wasn’t, “Love to Lord, but I have no idea how to do that so if you could find someone with a little know how, I’ll chip in.” He got to work, and by that I mean he dug the ore to build the tools he would need to build a ship and then built the ship. <br />
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So the ship is built. Everyone agrees that it is well made. They set off for the promised land. At some point in time in their journey, his <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/18.9?lang=eng#8">brethren and the sons of Ishmael and also their wives</a>, began to be very rude. I’m not exactly sure what that means, but it caused Nephi anxiety that it would cause the Lord to stop helping them on their journey. <br />
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Accordingly, he asked them to tone down their behavior. Did they comply? Of course not. They got angry at him and eventually <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/18.10-11?lang=eng#9">tied Nephi to the mast of the ship</a>. This is the part that really amazes me about Nephi. For most of us, at least for me, it would be human nature to say, “Really Lord? You had me go through so much grief just to get it built and now I’m tied to its mast by my ingrate brothers?” He was tied to the mast for <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/18.15?lang=eng#14">4 days.</a> Stop to think about that for a while. There are certain things that the human body needs to do on a daily basis, like use the restroom. He was not untied for 4 days. Anything he needed to do during that period was done strapped to the ship’s mast. How humiliating. Are you with me here? He built the ship to save him and his family, including his brothers. He has done everything he can to serve those that hate him and would like to see him dead. Instead of griping about his situation, or cursing the Lord for the injustice of it all, the scriptures state, <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/18.16?lang=eng#15">“Nevertheless, I did look unto my God, and I did praise him all the day long; and I did not murmur against the Lord because of mine afflictions.”</a>. <br />
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Awesome right? Here’s a person that had every right to complain…but didn’t. I try to think of this scripture often as I’m going through challenges and struggles. It helps me to remember that the Lord really is aware of what I’m going through, and He has his purposes for what He wants me to experience and become. I only hope that I can try to be a little more like Nephi as I’m traversing life’s difficult ocean of trials and tribulations.Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-80000208455027577312012-05-25T12:23:00.001-07:002012-05-25T12:23:44.322-07:00Memorial Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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During this Memorial Day weekend I wish to publicly state my gratitude to the fine young men and women that so graciously sacrifice their all to ensure the freedoms I so dearly love.Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-16542282298578051402012-02-26T11:40:00.003-07:002012-02-26T12:06:50.260-07:00The move to Texas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcP591NmcyjdEBYXY1XKfkxgFoQWYOm4V8axsRs6hVULdSTwbgjoFm65h0MNu-yrekvaV4QjPPCimh6WHYVF5FbijXbjiqq3WRmxiM-sRrI3QWC9LQ6BeJZToS0B0owfMX4hsN5kkL4DUb/s1600/dallas-texas-temple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcP591NmcyjdEBYXY1XKfkxgFoQWYOm4V8axsRs6hVULdSTwbgjoFm65h0MNu-yrekvaV4QjPPCimh6WHYVF5FbijXbjiqq3WRmxiM-sRrI3QWC9LQ6BeJZToS0B0owfMX4hsN5kkL4DUb/s400/dallas-texas-temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713517003604687602" /></a><br /><br />Wendy and I keep trying to put down roots wherever we move...it just hasn't happened yet. We lived in Layton, UT for the last three years. We loved it there and felt tremendously blessed that the Lord put us there for a short while. However, that while is now ended and we're in the process of moving again. <br /><br />As usual, I move first due to work and Wendy is left behind to take care of all of the difficult challenges of moving a house. Fortunately, my employer has provided a moving company to pack and move our belongings.<br /><br />I've been living in the Irving, TX area (between Dallas and Fort Worth) for the last month. I can testify to the truthfulness of Genesis 2:18, "It is not good that the man should be alone." I'm really looking forward to having my wife and son join me in a couple of weeks.<br /><br />In the mean time, I have found great strength in attending church on Sunday. I find my time with the saints to be a refuge from the storm of life. Fortunately, I think that I may have found the friendliest ward in the church. That would be the Dallas 6th Ward. I attended a couple of wards in the area. Walking into this ward, I was greeted by several people that all went out of their way to introduce me to others. I was sitting on the back row and Alfred, (a very kindly gentleman), came back to me and said, "Why don't you come sit with me?" You need to read that last sentence with a Scottish accent to fully appreciate Alfred. <br /><br />Alfred is also the class president for the Gospel Doctrine class. At the beginning of Sunday School he introduced me to everyone. After Sunday School, he assigned someone to take me to priesthood. <br /><br />I was introduced again to the group in opening exercises. I mentioned in both of my introductions that I was looking for a house to rent. The next week when I came back a woman came up to me and said, "Have you found a place to live yet? I found a place in our ward boundaries but I didn't know how to get a hold of you." That is fellowshipping. <br /><br />As I've been looking for a place to live I have tried to fashion my prayers along the lines of, "Lord send me where you want me to be." After attending the Dallas 6th ward my prayers were, "Lord send me where you want me to be, and if it happens that you want me in the Dallas 6th Ward, that's okay with me too."<br /><br />I found a house in the ward for my family and me. I'm so grateful to the Lord that I have found such a friendly ward and I look forward to the opportunity to getting involved.<br /><br />Good bye Layton, UT. I made a lot of great friends there. You were definitely the place I needed to live for the last few years. The Lord, Wendy, Colby and I all know why we lived there. <br /><br />We're looking forward to new chalenges and making new friends in Dallas.Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-86330470780418603402011-12-02T21:09:00.005-07:002011-12-02T22:13:13.053-07:00The Assassination of Governor Boggs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKCC3kHPkcHrsN7W3FX5GlIrzwADkKt3aBMnd911ERNmZhAJllPy7WYf9crumuXY4ZvdD80-CbT7NyE-ca5j8sn2qmTm6U0ksHnlzKWKFUj5N7vsmSIYHPXzBMvkrgdfoKymwIavBtrG9/s1600/The-Assassination-of-Governor-Boggs-is-by-Rod.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKCC3kHPkcHrsN7W3FX5GlIrzwADkKt3aBMnd911ERNmZhAJllPy7WYf9crumuXY4ZvdD80-CbT7NyE-ca5j8sn2qmTm6U0ksHnlzKWKFUj5N7vsmSIYHPXzBMvkrgdfoKymwIavBtrG9/s400/The-Assassination-of-Governor-Boggs-is-by-Rod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681749556257002626" /></a><br />From the Back Cover: <blockquote>Twenty-five years ago Governor Lilburn Boggs was shot at in his home, but the gunman was never found. Now Detective Calvin Pogue has been hired by the Boggs family to open the cold case. From one end of the country to the other Detective Pogue follows clues that lead him relentlessly to the legendary Mormon gunman Porter Rockwell - who still isn't making things easy for anyone! Join Detective Pogue as he steps into this hair raising mystery and tracks down Gov. Boggs’s enemies and friends to a finale you won’t believe.</blockquote><br />I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It’s hard not to like a book about a character described on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porter_Rockwell">Wikipedia</a> as “The Destroying Angel of Mormondom.” <br /><br />Most of the book is written from the point of view Detective Pogue. Since this is LDS Historical Fiction, I expected it to have a fairly strong LDS bias. I was pleasantly surprised that most of the book didn’t. Detective Pogue is trying to decipher who attempted to assassinate Gov. Boggs. The anti-Mormon people he interviews, like John Bennett, speak quite ill about Mormons and their religion. At the same time, the LDS members that are interviewed in connection with the case describe the persecution they experienced at the hands of Gov. Boggs and the Missouri mobs. <br /><br />Every now and then we get to read snippets from Porter Rockwell: <blockquote>If ever I had inclinations toward the Christian ways of turnin’ the other cheek, they left me that day. I determined to find the means to get me some guns and learn how to use them. Them mobbin’ pukes would never get away with attackin’ my family. Never Again.</blockquote><br />I was discussing this book with a friend at work. Once he heard that Porter Rockwell was a main character he became quite animated telling me what he knew about him. Ironically, that evening as I continued reading the book, I read in it, the exact things my friend told me about Porter. I appreciate when an author does their research and includes fact in their historical fiction.<br /><br />The author, <a href="http://www.writerrodmiller.com/">Rod Miller,</a> does an excellent job of “changing voice” for each character. It is a difficult thing to do, i.e. create several different ways of speaking and thinking for each character when they’re coming out of one person’s (the author’s) head. Rod did it very skillfully. I highly recommend this book to anyone that likes either historical fiction or just a good mystery. You can buy the book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Assassination-Governor-Boggs-Rod-Miller/dp/1599558637/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1322631107&sr=8-1">HERE.</a> This book will make a great Christmas gift. You might want to buy two copies though, because you’re going to want to read it too, and no one likes unwrapping a used book for Christmas.<br /><br />FTC note: I did receive a free copy of the book so I could review it. However, that didn’t influence my write up.Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-17693289067385913392011-09-17T17:09:00.017-07:002011-09-17T17:46:08.852-07:00BostonI'm in the middle of a business trip in Boston. Well, technically I'm in Danvers, which is about 19 miles north of Boston. Danvers used to be Salem Village which is where the witch trials all started. This is the view out of my hotel window.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e){}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEDl3wBwWJLmBpe3CPBXrt4d02wsBRP84Qobv8wSfCsYtf_dddzRiAYYXnpuIKNggTBdZwLl5BfPyfaLzToJUB_aZp2IkXkKRVCOnnYvq2UYyw8o9_i-RIEAldxSxWgfs8nx4ajiS7wAUG/s1600/downsize%252823%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEDl3wBwWJLmBpe3CPBXrt4d02wsBRP84Qobv8wSfCsYtf_dddzRiAYYXnpuIKNggTBdZwLl5BfPyfaLzToJUB_aZp2IkXkKRVCOnnYvq2UYyw8o9_i-RIEAldxSxWgfs8nx4ajiS7wAUG/s400/downsize%252823%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653486387398828802" /></a><br />Today's Saturday, i.e. I'm not working, so I decided to take the train to Boston. The train station dropped me off at North Station and I started walking towards Faneuil Hall. While walking, I came across a street called something like Robert "RIP" Valenti Way. It made me wonder, if we don't include "RIP" for all streets named after deceased persons are we being insensitive...?<br /><br />I finally got there. Here's a few pics. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjkeZmDVrcI4YEFY3otCrLHTzyvpi-lKlztnbP1GF8WCNrnlcfo7OpvAPQhAAln_mK7M9y2xs2dk87hOJjapJxMtzruklBE9N_ifRznf01OliDPQhs5r5AMAVVDF4yj_agd7uNqi9s1yAk/s1600/downsize%252811%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjkeZmDVrcI4YEFY3otCrLHTzyvpi-lKlztnbP1GF8WCNrnlcfo7OpvAPQhAAln_mK7M9y2xs2dk87hOJjapJxMtzruklBE9N_ifRznf01OliDPQhs5r5AMAVVDF4yj_agd7uNqi9s1yAk/s400/downsize%252811%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653488508396572066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismVLCL5AxEiOFo5Jcwc1cZWBMjHgOYFRocJOJdcNeD68H7x_2Xhn7GxOiuPHRJseY3BAtllb1D7T8EmvcydIxJJ2OdwFBKvAWnWQe2orbYl6fJ9NM80aejARs5VRuh0M7nJQEcDc8zEfX/s1600/downsize%252813%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismVLCL5AxEiOFo5Jcwc1cZWBMjHgOYFRocJOJdcNeD68H7x_2Xhn7GxOiuPHRJseY3BAtllb1D7T8EmvcydIxJJ2OdwFBKvAWnWQe2orbYl6fJ9NM80aejARs5VRuh0M7nJQEcDc8zEfX/s400/downsize%252813%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653488691949728930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgodECDXVNWveHP3HNuuWXURG07Is-C-tuOX2_K-uqMrJva2cUfJVz7ufbkKUKdTEJA448jByMQbYpjZqv1rdq8RRX3vhYWDrWWkd3Thu2uz8URaSAA60mfdaTH1ZTcZBE_MR_WS75RonE8/s1600/downsize%252814%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgodECDXVNWveHP3HNuuWXURG07Is-C-tuOX2_K-uqMrJva2cUfJVz7ufbkKUKdTEJA448jByMQbYpjZqv1rdq8RRX3vhYWDrWWkd3Thu2uz8URaSAA60mfdaTH1ZTcZBE_MR_WS75RonE8/s400/downsize%252814%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653488875543571186" /></a><br />There were several street performers there including a human statue and a guy riding a unicycle while flinging out two yoyos.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsXZETPcvjSWEF4qZKEbJu_jGz9MNAmYTmSXINN3sbuK8irmiY8UlnOCIv3Bb1FVdn4LKP9pqoyS6Mbifp_z_cmgeHtilZ7M66pSlvDM4Upr-yOBuxlz2gtGnByY_PS5zfjOcYXgVOpqI/s1600/downsize%252815%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsXZETPcvjSWEF4qZKEbJu_jGz9MNAmYTmSXINN3sbuK8irmiY8UlnOCIv3Bb1FVdn4LKP9pqoyS6Mbifp_z_cmgeHtilZ7M66pSlvDM4Upr-yOBuxlz2gtGnByY_PS5zfjOcYXgVOpqI/s400/downsize%252815%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653489221842148514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZ-I63dRs93IM7V17UdkGl8wOl4q8lh_FbW4-tjB8HXxQgXdeirLuWwREgXMdKkPIVVJrXlVJdsnxr_zjmO3RqRjRGX1ZnrsOpqijSFlIWAeCmRLPl_dEFqJKyq155zQbQdaVvFk_L3gx/s1600/downsize%252816%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZ-I63dRs93IM7V17UdkGl8wOl4q8lh_FbW4-tjB8HXxQgXdeirLuWwREgXMdKkPIVVJrXlVJdsnxr_zjmO3RqRjRGX1ZnrsOpqijSFlIWAeCmRLPl_dEFqJKyq155zQbQdaVvFk_L3gx/s400/downsize%252816%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653489367952409426" /></a><br />I kept walking along the Freedom trail and came across this: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoq2HXLoBiSeMyaNzzVU8oY3pcYo_7NJniOMqqwLgb40YruUi-g8KV0KUuxuzu9qoprpggnAkqQ-eYLBCUeN1AjDKial7iKiA7jmDrENFlnqODhfucVwbpPEc1oGTL8gxrePJFFbIjWQQl/s1600/downsize%252812%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoq2HXLoBiSeMyaNzzVU8oY3pcYo_7NJniOMqqwLgb40YruUi-g8KV0KUuxuzu9qoprpggnAkqQ-eYLBCUeN1AjDKial7iKiA7jmDrENFlnqODhfucVwbpPEc1oGTL8gxrePJFFbIjWQQl/s400/downsize%252812%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653489664844605202" /></a><br /><br />This is a picture inside the Old South Meeting House. Benjamin Franklin was baptized here and the seeds of the rebellion that led to the Tea Party in Boston Harbor started inside these walls. Here's a picture of the pulpit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRscbl6_B_QxYaDpMxQlLG7Xaz4dWJ-aWQuoAe4rP9cQ5EBU3vNG-u-t8bxAtwrIqWjnTQYp-SZCXSXbe4VH3vh3kfgTa1csuxGoY6OxVsWTcI3Jr2b-cFUbI_mn69AIdX-QJVRS72kNd/s1600/downsize%252817%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRscbl6_B_QxYaDpMxQlLG7Xaz4dWJ-aWQuoAe4rP9cQ5EBU3vNG-u-t8bxAtwrIqWjnTQYp-SZCXSXbe4VH3vh3kfgTa1csuxGoY6OxVsWTcI3Jr2b-cFUbI_mn69AIdX-QJVRS72kNd/s400/downsize%252817%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653490359966507618" /></a> <br />I figured I'd just keep walking to Boston Commons. It was on the Freedom Trail. When I get there I see two live bands at different spots in the park. There are food vendors and concession stands selling souvenirs, etc. There was a sea of humanity milling about and I was curious what kind of festival was going on. I get to the middle of the festival, passing through the middle of very interesting people, to see these booths:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUm67T8quVb5fSL_U5lNxbnFChDrOHXuU3ivFycsOKRzLgChHeTVkgdN-9CtlG9lCijzgSCkpr-UQJElPpF1Hmr5JcTsElK8Uehff6lJj4cs6sXsa-9Onup80rUPEhhQ2OaXuyQzxkdLgK/s1600/downsize%252821%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUm67T8quVb5fSL_U5lNxbnFChDrOHXuU3ivFycsOKRzLgChHeTVkgdN-9CtlG9lCijzgSCkpr-UQJElPpF1Hmr5JcTsElK8Uehff6lJj4cs6sXsa-9Onup80rUPEhhQ2OaXuyQzxkdLgK/s400/downsize%252821%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653491341953872162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNirZUANTvbC8vx93ik0IwDmIheed0vF6x4wkSZuzmbnHUAfmLFm6uht2Htw48FbU9cVfR6VMqiML7xyYRBVBi7RyfQQPTQpke5cT8tKuABo7KTSqP6tvDDg5Gh1ddSEI0TURMXXCFV2j5/s1600/downsize%252818%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNirZUANTvbC8vx93ik0IwDmIheed0vF6x4wkSZuzmbnHUAfmLFm6uht2Htw48FbU9cVfR6VMqiML7xyYRBVBi7RyfQQPTQpke5cT8tKuABo7KTSqP6tvDDg5Gh1ddSEI0TURMXXCFV2j5/s400/downsize%252818%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653491500317095250" /></a><br />Yes, unknown to me, I walked smack dab into a "Legalize Marijuana," festival. It was at this point that I truly realized I was no longer in Utah...<br />I wondered what that distinctive odor was that wafted through the crowds. I might still be buzzed. Thank you Boston for making me have to go confess to my bishop about indirectly breaking the Word of Wisdom...<br /><br />Anyway, once I realized what the festival was celebrating I decided it was time to leave. <br /><br />As I was on the outskirts of Faneuil Hall I came across an epic group of street dancers. Still images do not do them justice. They contorted their bodies into positions that I don't think humans were meant to twist into. I loved the guy that did a back handspring flip over four people. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGbzOBiLcbXgEc47woANS2H6ycTOgcSWGABEtJP_5L9yz5YKmDtI_9TuShWVPJ6y79wf_kfHQ_wQcPTp1JAEsfHmtTrDikgxHXkYYs75l1YxDItDdLRn9Ou1hJpEjMG462lBwkWwzQNvI/s1600/downsize%252822%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGbzOBiLcbXgEc47woANS2H6ycTOgcSWGABEtJP_5L9yz5YKmDtI_9TuShWVPJ6y79wf_kfHQ_wQcPTp1JAEsfHmtTrDikgxHXkYYs75l1YxDItDdLRn9Ou1hJpEjMG462lBwkWwzQNvI/s400/downsize%252822%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653493054586973714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYsx8TCaz26-R6Uuj4PP-zF1C81tyEXFJ6huuPLhJohCpJhO2mf5WxivXhitcMI7h2hxQk1ItIY7cQxtnTtR9_DTqvIGXhsLuO6FsUdN5q0VMZVcb3FGWUAyzlAVG-PdbvQRpd3-Fszyg/s1600/downsize%252819%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYsx8TCaz26-R6Uuj4PP-zF1C81tyEXFJ6huuPLhJohCpJhO2mf5WxivXhitcMI7h2hxQk1ItIY7cQxtnTtR9_DTqvIGXhsLuO6FsUdN5q0VMZVcb3FGWUAyzlAVG-PdbvQRpd3-Fszyg/s400/downsize%252819%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653493490358290130" /></a>Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-17921643481777566222011-09-11T06:07:00.004-07:002011-09-11T06:24:10.168-07:00The Key of Kilenya<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sr4s9nDfswuILe1lvnPi_biNRjPNfyzH076yQVrgg8opdubRjWQ30k_IQBMoGjgmFnPvLY8k9F4TkxUPu7MdbLlHYyWrPq3HQb5j7DQmRa8PaXqeR1_iJv1FXBBnK6ClhKwBcGlHUy-Q/s1600/KeyCover+%25283%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sr4s9nDfswuILe1lvnPi_biNRjPNfyzH076yQVrgg8opdubRjWQ30k_IQBMoGjgmFnPvLY8k9F4TkxUPu7MdbLlHYyWrPq3HQb5j7DQmRa8PaXqeR1_iJv1FXBBnK6ClhKwBcGlHUy-Q/s400/KeyCover+%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651088319347388258" /></a><br /><br />The Key of Kilenya is the debut novel of Andrea Pearson. From the back cover of the book:<br /><blockquote>When two vicious wolves chase fourteen-year-old Jacob Clark down a path from our world into another, his life is forever changed. He has no idea they have been sent by the Lorkon--evil, immortal beings who are jealous of powers he doesn't know he possesses--powers they desire to control.<br /><br />The inhabitants of the new world desperately need Jacob's help in recovering a magical key that was stolen by the Lorkon and is somehow linked to him. If he helps them, his life will be at risk. But if he chooses not to help them, both our world and theirs will be in danger. The Lorkon will stop at nothing to unleash the power of the key--and Jacob's special abilities.</blockquote><br /><br />I love fantasy novels and found this to be a worthy first effort into the genre. Andrea's writing improved as the book went along. <br /><br />The protagonist, Jacob, is assisted by a race of people called the Makalos. Someone else described this race in their mind as being a cross between Native Americans and Ewoks. That's about how I pictured them too. The pacing in the book is good, I would've liked more descriptions of what the primary characters looked like, i.e. Jacob, but the action of the book helped me overlook some of the lack of descriptions. <br /><br />One minor nit, sometimes the characters all spoke with the same voice. They all used the word, "wow" way more than they should have. <br /><br />The beginning of each chapter had a journal entry from another person in the tale. I really enjoyed that. While following the primary line of the story, I was allowed to see briefly another character line. That gave two very different and distinct views of what was happening, and why it was happening. <br /><br />I look forward to the sequel and reading the continuing saga of Jacob and his friends as they try to save damsels in distress and two worlds from annihilation. <br /><br />You can purchase a copy of the book <a href="http://www.kilenyaseries.com/p/purchase-information.html">here.</a><br /><br />You can learn more about the author <a href="http://www.kilenyaseries.blogspot.com">here.</a>Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-23759167234082009062011-07-29T18:24:00.005-07:002011-07-29T18:54:51.645-07:00All That Was Promised<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4WROeapxCDY069Lvmwqh33XOXtgUJq-QmdqRZLc5RrJfsLBRJpv091eLNj1e-U2tA0LpAv_7UrDS85KDvp-Oe3WByXwv7s79Nw8gb1YIKAuI3oXNUS93jlOqpaC4tRVK9g-l5ihJ8lL3/s1600/allthatwaspromised.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4WROeapxCDY069Lvmwqh33XOXtgUJq-QmdqRZLc5RrJfsLBRJpv091eLNj1e-U2tA0LpAv_7UrDS85KDvp-Oe3WByXwv7s79Nw8gb1YIKAuI3oXNUS93jlOqpaC4tRVK9g-l5ihJ8lL3/s400/allthatwaspromised.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634951500814367666" /></a><br /><a href="http://vickiehall.com/Home_Page.html">Vickie Hall</a> is a new and promising author. Her debut novel <a href="http://www.amazon.com/All-That-Promised-Vickie-Hall/dp/1599554798/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1310103800&sr=8-1">All That Was Promised</a> was a very enjoyable read. <br /><br />From the author's website:<br /><blockquote>In 1847 Wales young Methodist Minister Richard Kenyon converts to Mormonism. Richard's newfound faith is put to the test as he faces down the anger of his former congregation, his wife's indecisiveness, the betrayal of his brother, and the murderous intentions of misinformed villagers.</blockquote><br /><br />I've read a few blog posts about the book that suggest to really appreciate the story I should be either a woman or a teenager. I am neither. So either I'm awfully confused about my gender and/or age, or this book has a larger target audience than previously stated. My wife and I did read the book together. In fact we enjoyed it so much that we took turns reading it out loud to each other and didn't stop until the story was completed. <br /><br />Anyone, male, female, teenager, whatever, that enjoys LDS historical fiction will be drawn into this riveting tale that follows the life of early Welsh saints. All That Was Promised paints a compelling portrait of what it was like to convert to Mormonism in its fledgling years. Richard Kenyon is the protagonist, but the book follows the lives of several characters. Some that join the church in spite of difficult challenges, some that are extremely antagonistic towards the church through out the tale. Some start off well, but like a seed planted amongst thorns, they struggle with their faith as overwhelming trials and hardships test their faith. <br /><br />The story and character development is very believable. I yearned to reach out and help those facing tribulations and rejoiced with those that remained true to the faith and were blessed beyond measure in the end. <br /><br />The story ends with the invitation for the faithful saints to emigrate to Utah. I am hoping that a follow up book will be in the works that continues the characters' stories of what transpired when they arrived, if they arrived, in the Salt Lake Valley. <br /><br />As a matter of full disclosure, I need to say that the book has several mid-scene POV shifts that did confuse me from time to time as to whose head I was supposed to be in. As this is Vickie Hall's debut novel, I will cut her some slack and place the blame where it belongs with the <a href="http://cedarfort.com/">publisher.</a><br /><br />I look forward to watching Vickie hone her craft as a writer, and hope to read more of her books as she writes them. <br /><br />You can purchase a copy of All That Was Promised <a href="http://www.amazon.com/All-That-Promised-Vickie-Hall/dp/1599554798/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1310103800&sr=8-1">here.</a><br /><br />Another note for full disclosure. I did receive a free copy of the book so I could blog about it. However, my opinion of the book was not swayed by getting a free copy.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.tristipinkstonbooktours.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i816.photobucket.com/albums/zz90/desertrosedesigns/TristiBookTourButton2_220.jpg" /></a></div>Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-65833578866090421302011-07-16T09:08:00.000-07:002011-07-16T09:09:16.751-07:00Watch your step<iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gWQ5dPeixdw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-548421082268386632011-05-25T08:35:00.001-07:002011-05-25T08:38:36.383-07:00RetirementQuestThe state of today’s economy is insecure, causing concern in many people and fear in many others. It used to be that we relied on our retirement income to see us through our golden years, but we now have to face the reality that we must take action to ensure our well-being in the future. How do we go about this? What steps do we take, where do we go, how do we know we’re doing it right?<br /><br /> <br /><br />Financial advisor John Hauserman, CFP®, has created a no-cost <a href="http://retirementquest.com/Home.aspx">website</a> as a tool for you to use on your financial journey. This site features the amazing Planning Map, designed to help you think like a financial planner. You can begin by setting up an account at no charge, complete with your zip code which will enable you to save your progress, but your information will never be sold or given away to any outside party. Or, if you prefer, simply skip registration with a single click. As you chart out your financial situation, you will never be asked for account numbers or personal information.<br /><br /> <br /><br />As you go through and create your personal profile, you’ll feel in control of your future—a sense of freedom and independence that perhaps has been missing since the economy went downhill. You will get the tools you need to help:<br /><br />1. View the financial planning process from the eyes of a CFP® professional in a user-friendly format that most find easy to understand<br /><br />2. Get the whole story on various investment products, not just “the good stuff” that financial (snake oil?) sales folks talk about<br /><br />3. Find useful links to government and other helpful websites<br /><br />4. Identify if a financial advisor has been thorough in their duties<br /><br />5. Identify and avoid fraudulent advisors<br /><br />6. Make better financial decisions<br /><br />You’re invited to stop by the <a href="http://retirementquest.com/Home.aspx">RetirementQuest® website </a>and see for yourself if this is a tool you can use. Again, it’s no cost, and all you have to lose is your financial stress. Those who take action now will find themselves in a much better place later—why delay your future security? Plan ahead and be prepared.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />Securities and advisory services are offered through Commonwealth Financial Network, member FINRA/SIPC. A Registered Investment Advisor.Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-49870135044215604542011-03-04T22:09:00.003-07:002011-03-04T22:11:25.393-07:00Star Scout Rising--First Trail Volume One<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxD0SKX2aVs6NUzIu3v8NM_ij339WaUanY-qWAPcQp6ah6KTN_m2rThfOAiJWTiNrjvccAN5owDSyeWHq93wfag6y6APXgNmFkV-1wcxVN-fBbQzElx5KdXPwuCMhTKyz-pZGsunfyRzCo/s1600/Darby_Final_Cover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxD0SKX2aVs6NUzIu3v8NM_ij339WaUanY-qWAPcQp6ah6KTN_m2rThfOAiJWTiNrjvccAN5owDSyeWHq93wfag6y6APXgNmFkV-1wcxVN-fBbQzElx5KdXPwuCMhTKyz-pZGsunfyRzCo/s400/Darby_Final_Cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580458786687838610" /></a><br />From the last frontier, Space. A must-have, out of this world adventure! Star Scout Rising, First Trail by Gary Darby is a thoughtful, awe-inspiring, and spine-tingling Sci-Fi mystery that follows a young man named Del Baldura during his quest for knowledge, truth, and discovery in the distant future of human and alien kind. This story has it all superb background, surprises, mystery, love, futuristic technological possibilities, bizarre life forms, and a hero trying to make sense of his duty and loyalty, his current leadership responsibilities, and his search for truth about part of his and his family's history. Volume One of a three-volume set, Darby hits a grand-slam with this first novel. Smart and thought provoking. Volume Two due out in 2011.<br /><br />I thoroughly enjoyed Star Scout Rising, First Trail Volume One. Sci-Fi fans will thoroughly enjoy the “technical” descriptions that explain deep space exploration so believably. I really liked the writing. Each character of a story should have his or her own unique voice. Since typically a story is told by one person—the author, that can be a challenge.<br /><br />I’m always pleased and very impressed when I can read dialogue and know exactly who is speaking even if the author didn’t spell it out. Of course, writers do spell out who’s talking, but if the character really has their own voice, the reader will come to recognize it. My favorite character in the story is Sami. He is not the main character, that would be Del Baldura. However, he is Del’s close friend and fellow Star Scout Cadet. He’s quirky, fun, and when he was in a scene a smile automatically came to my face. <br /><br />The content of the story is clean and appropriate for all ages. The plot is compelling and will have you turning pages until you reach the final one. There are several story lines that don’t have closure. This is the first book of a trilogy and so you’ll have to read the next two books to get everything. I for one am eagerly awaiting volume two which should hit the shelves in 2011. <br /><br />You can purchase the book by going <a href="http://www.amazon.com/StarScout-Rising-First-Gary-Darby/dp/0982301723/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1297726243&sr=1-2"> here.</a> If Kindle is your thing, try this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/StarScout-Rising-First-Trail-ebook/dp/B003PPD94Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=books&qid=1297726243&sr=1-1">link.</a><br /><br />Legal disclaimer: I did receive a free copy of this book to review. My opinions of the book are in no way influenced by receiving a free copy.Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-1559089888375988542011-02-15T09:58:00.002-07:002011-02-15T10:02:33.893-07:00The Christian case for Mormon valuesI read an interesting article today from the <a href="http://onfaith.washingtonpost.com/onfaith/panelists/john_mark_reynolds/2011/02/an_american_trumpet.html">Washington Post</a>. The author is a professor of philosophy for Biola. He is not LDS, but sees a lot of good things about LDS people and their values. <br /><br /><blockquote>Mormonism is old enough by American standards to feel "ancient," but young enough to make the founding stories easy for Americans to understand. Joseph Smith received his revelations closer than four score years after the American founding. Any literate English speaker can read founding Mormon documents without the need for much translation or scholarly explanation, but knowledge of American history is vital. Most Americans look abroad for "holy land," but Mormons look here.</blockquote>Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-46149450208959999932011-01-06T10:41:00.002-07:002011-07-16T09:13:19.517-07:00A Priesthood Duty<object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/miVYHY7tg8U&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/miVYHY7tg8U&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-23040172624845356532010-12-30T09:17:00.002-07:002011-07-16T09:13:40.404-07:00New Year's Eve Message<object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrZij9MSTRI&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrZij9MSTRI&rel=0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-53353619157046612292010-12-01T18:40:00.018-07:002010-12-01T19:26:41.477-07:00Trip to New YorkI had to go to New York yesterday to present the annual budget to the ownership group for the hotel I work at. Developing the budget is always a highly stressful time of year. You prepare the budget. The corporate offices review the budget and then tell you to do it over again. You repeat this process (not unlike lather, rinse, repeat) several times. Once corporate gives you their blessing you're ready to go have a little face time with the owners to see if they will accept the budget. <br /><br />Four of us from my hotel flew out of SLC International airport on Monday morning at o'dark thirty. Actually, we tried to but the plane sat on the tarmac for an hour as they performed a complete de-icing. We then flew to Denver, and then on to La Guardia airport in NY. It was pretty much a full day affair. Once we got to our hotel, we went and ate at a nice little diner across the street. We came back and brain stormed for about an hour to prep for Tuesday morning's meeting. <br /><br />Our meeting with the owners' representative lasted all of about 90 minutes. I spoke for about 5 minutes. Mostly they were interested in top line revenue, so our Director of Sales did most of the talking. It was undoubtedly the most painless budget presentation that I've ever done. We finished by 10:00 a.m. and our flight didn't leave until 5:30 p.m. That's when the boondoggle started. Our hotel spent several thousand dollars to get us there, and it seemed a waste to spend all that money for a 90 minute meeting that easily could've taken place via e-mail and perhaps a phone call. So here's my pictures of the boondoggle. If they're going to be that short and painless in the future, I'm hoping that next year's presentation is in Jamaica.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglbt3KffpHxB3ZhtjlCGuWwZnfZqr4zlmF0WZvapbo9zMvA-yraTlTiquqjwLsu2SGZChO-ow0qBMD2CKJjYf-qiZfvy_ZPC1AM6_rgsiLSBhho03fy4x4e3n52-qnwloUqApCWOz3RUar/s1600/NY1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglbt3KffpHxB3ZhtjlCGuWwZnfZqr4zlmF0WZvapbo9zMvA-yraTlTiquqjwLsu2SGZChO-ow0qBMD2CKJjYf-qiZfvy_ZPC1AM6_rgsiLSBhho03fy4x4e3n52-qnwloUqApCWOz3RUar/s400/NY1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545898256170033698" /></a>Here we are walking somewhere near Broadway.<br /><br />Our first stop was the Empire State Building.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_y-Xu_dy3tO6geCR3TXYCQzmKyKHkj3Rg5ik8zjDNd7ZuH7aBWTC3p1CrWLa3ueEEjnsDNBzmYzQv9gRHs9FsluwlR1acbN7AkTmtt48nPYQIrsEbEjNAhHb5bP2wIEs9iNKC8vsM2apm/s1600/ESBInside.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_y-Xu_dy3tO6geCR3TXYCQzmKyKHkj3Rg5ik8zjDNd7ZuH7aBWTC3p1CrWLa3ueEEjnsDNBzmYzQv9gRHs9FsluwlR1acbN7AkTmtt48nPYQIrsEbEjNAhHb5bP2wIEs9iNKC8vsM2apm/s400/ESBInside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545898652842997362" /></a>This is just inside the Empire State Building. The woman sitting at the desk gave me directions to find Ray's Pizza. I heard a lot about the many incarnations of Ray's Pizza on the Food Network. She's sitting at the Information Desk, so when she said that Ray's had the "best pizza in New York," I knew she had to be telling the truth. You can't lie if you're working at the information desk. Anyway, I have much love for that woman.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVbjw94Jmovjcn_VaIcjtLKZVPX3exSN12-JaAiHbgDw2-r_66kHirFo5gTrgKnD33Ofpfdo6r8M-EVn0M4pkokVitGydbefkyOQxu1jBk5FGb_CQXqmCXTgkZl6vgfoWN619T-L6OkYg/s1600/NY2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVbjw94Jmovjcn_VaIcjtLKZVPX3exSN12-JaAiHbgDw2-r_66kHirFo5gTrgKnD33Ofpfdo6r8M-EVn0M4pkokVitGydbefkyOQxu1jBk5FGb_CQXqmCXTgkZl6vgfoWN619T-L6OkYg/s400/NY2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545899574906402434" /></a><br />Here's a picture looking at Lower Manhattan from the 86th floor observatory of the Empire State Building. There is a bit of a gap in the center right of the buildings. I think that is where the World Trade Center used to be. If someone could confirm or deny that suspicion, that would be cool. There are a few islands in the middle of the Hudson river. Though you can't really see it in this picture, on the center island is the Statue of Liberty. If I had known I was going on a boondoggle I would've taken a better camera. These pictures where simply taken with my phone.<br /><br />The next two pictures are also from the 86th floor looking in different directions.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGSjmNgNg6w4e6-zDmLR6YPq3ZHOnelezuGRDqdc9bmacVUmdSfxVe9159YfN_sNm_n_1P4zh7igqE5ahRVm6TQfXe52dtZZL35xiKUFWSt6vwWawVk1Hwh4rgqXD03vsKTD2nXRlbPDi/s1600/NY4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGSjmNgNg6w4e6-zDmLR6YPq3ZHOnelezuGRDqdc9bmacVUmdSfxVe9159YfN_sNm_n_1P4zh7igqE5ahRVm6TQfXe52dtZZL35xiKUFWSt6vwWawVk1Hwh4rgqXD03vsKTD2nXRlbPDi/s400/NY4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545900648176583970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7mbSDOrsbFAbNI-xGMlFeDSFwlFInwrPxzFddW4KEqUEfm1EyVK9m4CvFoQi7O43PMRZUzfEepXtGdG5QR7BZuSAyOxl0NNTuitWzljX3Op9DnMlyfy9ov7w_wg2rFC3Znsz2A1ZAk0E/s1600/NY3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7mbSDOrsbFAbNI-xGMlFeDSFwlFInwrPxzFddW4KEqUEfm1EyVK9m4CvFoQi7O43PMRZUzfEepXtGdG5QR7BZuSAyOxl0NNTuitWzljX3Op9DnMlyfy9ov7w_wg2rFC3Znsz2A1ZAk0E/s400/NY3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545900533353007490" /></a><br /><br />And finally, a picture looking up at the top of the Empire State Building.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVYH0OIsgApChly94q01Oi6VQO-d4SZf8UxlaiM7-YWkiP3AM6HzY82lF3g3D_qtonasIeCHZHnO2OZgpg6F7HU4lId3cFDh605WloXZCFjPf2kfbtmxkQ0cyup2VCtW4bZLPXwytUlWE/s1600/ESBTop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVYH0OIsgApChly94q01Oi6VQO-d4SZf8UxlaiM7-YWkiP3AM6HzY82lF3g3D_qtonasIeCHZHnO2OZgpg6F7HU4lId3cFDh605WloXZCFjPf2kfbtmxkQ0cyup2VCtW4bZLPXwytUlWE/s400/ESBTop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545900880368028546" /></a><br />For the record, I am extremely afraid of heights, but when you get the chance to go up the Empire State Building, you've got to take it right? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYbWEJSOdI5oSOLH_UrPWTowpF1w2cuEHg_0q10cywsUHOEAQB33wFm2n6Lcvga9h-I6fpThiAzapfVYhYdKNwX5lJuQ2gIoOUz00sHFIw4qeGpSLYixDME8Db49UbeMm7ghmY1j-R9RG/s1600/Rays+Pizza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYbWEJSOdI5oSOLH_UrPWTowpF1w2cuEHg_0q10cywsUHOEAQB33wFm2n6Lcvga9h-I6fpThiAzapfVYhYdKNwX5lJuQ2gIoOUz00sHFIw4qeGpSLYixDME8Db49UbeMm7ghmY1j-R9RG/s400/Rays+Pizza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545901208020943538" /></a><br />We did find Ray's Pizza, thanks to the nice lady at the information desk. There are several different Ray's Pizza in New York all claiming that they were the first. This one said that it was the "Original Famous Ray's Pizza" but I'm not sure if it really was or not. Regardless, the pizza (bought by the slice) was amazing. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyqZGxfOtzC54Y2X51N0OR1ExSaFiR251SQkA-P3dr8frhDzQKcCKQ9KtDksOoMQH8x0Rx-RXA1dDQz42BrAqLPV6V3uq0yh8ujzAm18Lft_sgxhvQ3mbLUKaFvGF-SQsbOtif8Jpcmll/s1600/Time+Square.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyqZGxfOtzC54Y2X51N0OR1ExSaFiR251SQkA-P3dr8frhDzQKcCKQ9KtDksOoMQH8x0Rx-RXA1dDQz42BrAqLPV6V3uq0yh8ujzAm18Lft_sgxhvQ3mbLUKaFvGF-SQsbOtif8Jpcmll/s400/Time+Square.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545901878555955346" /></a>This is near Times Square. I saw the ball that will drop on New Year's Eve.<br /><br />Just by chance we drove around Broadway and the Rockefeller Center. They lit the Christmas tree last night, so we saw it just hours before it was lit. There were barricades and police everywhere. It's a very big deal there. We were lucky to get past it before the streets shut down.<br /><br />Anyway, I went there on a business trip and basically had a one day vacation.Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149608726051751015.post-2872115546266541802010-10-28T08:15:00.003-07:002010-10-28T08:21:53.475-07:00My Gift to You -Book Review<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfSqNnpG18hiLVQCzzP98kamM-61m-GwPSTDBJy8DNw7fVA1V3poX3juVPl_uMI7nYnt7AT6d-eR2z0V2GFdto2zJdu7ssExOM1yzCiLEn5vsRB1RgMnlfGdR0aQstuIXWA_IFTvLA9JO/s1600/My_Gift_to_You_COVER.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfSqNnpG18hiLVQCzzP98kamM-61m-GwPSTDBJy8DNw7fVA1V3poX3juVPl_uMI7nYnt7AT6d-eR2z0V2GFdto2zJdu7ssExOM1yzCiLEn5vsRB1RgMnlfGdR0aQstuIXWA_IFTvLA9JO/s400/My_Gift_to_You_COVER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533116144013711458" /></a><br />Lori Nawyn, “My Gift to You”<br /><br />From the back of the book:<br /><br />Trish Ingram works hard to maintain the perfect suburban household—or, at least, the appearance of one. By managing her outer world with lavish attention and rigid control, she’s able to ignore and conceal the darkness of her inner world, which is plagued by traumatic childhood memories of loss. Her terminally ill sister-in-law, Jamie, sees through the façade and reaches out in love to Trish, inspiring her to seek a more meaningful life and a more authentic self. But the childhood scars run deep, and despite Trish’s best efforts, she’s unable to be the wife and mother her family needs. <br /><br />Devastated by the departure of her husband and daughter, Trish faces the challenge and opportunity of a lifetime. She desires to move forward in faith, but this desire alone cannot mend her family's shattered trust. The hollow realm of denial and fear has been her safe haven. To confront pain and transcend the shadows of her past will require a level of courage she’s not sure she possesses. This gripping story of familial love and conflict tenderly reminds us that forgiveness—of self, and others—is both a difficult choice and a precious gift.<br /><br />Why I wrote the book:<br /><br />“My Gift to You” is about forgiving ourselves, despite what we perceive as our shortcomings. <br />When we judge ourselves as less than acceptable for any reason, small mistakes can cripple us with discouragement. It becomes easy to lose sight of our potential, as well as precious opportunities for growth.<br /><br />I was an only child with ample time to ponder the intricacies of human behavior. At a young age, I became fascinated by the fact that while several people in my life were happy, upbeat, and in possession of inner peace in most if not all circumstances, some seemed inherently unhappy no matter what happened—good or bad. Money and possessions didn’t seem to have a bearing, and I wondered what did. <br /><br />Though I’d been baptized when I was eight, my family didn’t attend church. If I wanted to go, I had to attend on my own. It took me a while to grasp gospel concepts, and I found that most of the time I was among those who were unhappy. About twenty years ago I decided to stop asking Why me? and instead start asking What if?<br /><br />One by one, I replaced negative emotions with those of a positive nature. Instead of wondering why I couldn't make everyone around me happy—and becoming despondent because nothing I did seemed to change them or their opinions—I started asking things like, "What if happiness really is a choice? What if it can be my choice, no matter what anyone else thinks or feels?"<br /><br />Instead of commiserating over why my extended family couldn't accept me for who I was and what I believed in, I asked myself, "What if I could choose my own thoughts and emotions based on what I know in my heart is right and true?" In short, "What if I accept myself for who I am?"<br /><br />And, "What if I forgive—knowing that forgiveness doesn't mean acceptance?"<br />When I began writing “My Gift to You,” I decided I wanted my main character, Trish, to discover something important about herself: I wanted her to discover her own inner strengths and worth—much like I had when I began to unravel my own life. <br /><br />Some of the things I hope the book will lead the reader to consider:<br /><br />What does charity mean? Why is it important we extend it to ourselves?<br /><br />What can happen when we base our worth on what the world values? On what should we base our worth? <br /><br />Why are women so hard on themselves? What defines true success? <br /><br />What can result when we judge ourselves to be less than others? Why is important we have a clear sense of self and purpose?<br /><br />Are cruelty and shallowness signs of strength, or weakness? Why can cruelty be the result of fear? <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmQ2F1NdwWlu5IgbIlJpOEnJLdsi7dT-E6fpBaF1PsXxNDzfrfy6he0BUC7gZS_HJbdGB29lZj7cKHU-IDI4bCcc_jTzX9rrmWo59qNaRxBRxVi0b4KarVhGkm_oWYOQ1EiMpmrP4HuBD/s1600/LoriNawyn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmQ2F1NdwWlu5IgbIlJpOEnJLdsi7dT-E6fpBaF1PsXxNDzfrfy6he0BUC7gZS_HJbdGB29lZj7cKHU-IDI4bCcc_jTzX9rrmWo59qNaRxBRxVi0b4KarVhGkm_oWYOQ1EiMpmrP4HuBD/s400/LoriNawyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533116983632227826" /></a><br /><br />Bio:<br /><br />Lori Nawyn's award-winning writing has appeared in regional and national publications including Outside Bozeman, Segullah, Deseret News, CraziBeautiful Women, and Latter-Day Woman. She is also a columnist for her local paper and a former member of Utah Press Women. One of her short stories was published in the anthology Stolen Christmas. Her first novel, My Gift to You, was released in October 2010.<br /><br />Lori is currently writing her next novel, Day, about a mother’s relationship with her son. She works as a freelance artist and is the illustrator of the award-winning children's picture book What Are You Thinking? which was released in July 2010 by ThoughtsAlive Publishing. She and her fireman husband live in northern Utah where they enjoy spending time with their four children and two granddaughters, plus an assortment of dogs, rabbits, and chickens.<br /><br />Finally, here is a trailer for the book. Enjoy.<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_4KbOI3PjTc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_4KbOI3PjTc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Dan Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03478846532686229790noreply@blogger.com2