March Madness

One day we might have this: 

And then a few days later we might have this:

People tell me that it may still snow again, and I know that's a real possibility, so I'm hanging onto the warm and sunny days when they come around. Mostly it's been overcast and 40's-50's with the "dun colored heath" dominating the landscape. Not my favorite.

The sunny pictures are from a day when Elizabeth was home "sick" from school a few weeks back. I'm pretty sure she was totally faking, but for whatever reason it seemed like she needed a "mommy day" at home being "little" with Rachael. This happens so infrequently, I am totally happy to indulge. The thought of a day at home with two cute little girls playing together is right up my alley. Am I bad?

But back to March Madness . . . the schizophrenic nature of the weather is enough to drive me MAD!  I just want spring to get here already and STAY PUT!

Did you really think I was talking about basketball? I'm sorry to say that I've never even seen Jimmer make a basket. We really are sport viewing LOSERS!

But who wants to talk Brandon Davies and the BYU honor code? I am alumni after all. Isn't it fascinating?

For even more stuff to think about, click here and here.  I am POSITIVE I would be "happier" (as defined here) without children. But if you consider the greek definition of happiness as mentioned near the end of the second article . . . now that's a different story.

“When you pause to think what children mean to you, of course they make you feel good,” he says. “The problem is, 95 percent of the time, you’re not thinking about what they mean to you. You’re thinking that you have to take them to piano lessons. So you have to think about which kind of happiness you’ll be consuming most often. Do you want to maximize the one you experience almost all the time”—moment-to-moment happiness—“or the one you experience rarely?”

Which is fair enough. But for many of us, purpose is happiness—particularly those of us who find moment-to-moment happiness a bit elusive to begin with. Martin Seligman, the positive-psychology pioneer who is, famously, not a natural optimist, has always taken the view that happiness is best defined in the ancient Greek sense: leading a productive, purposeful life. And the way we take stock of that life, in the end, isn’t by how much fun we had, but what we did with it. (Seligman has seven children.)

What do you think?