The question seemed to come out of nowhere last Sunday, when a young woman asked about my current betrothal.
"Of course I am. Why do you ask?" came my response with conviction.
"It's just that I've not seen Jessi in the ward since her last visit in July."
Hmm … interesting logic. I probed for supporting evidence on her claim.
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Don Osmond: Limbo in a singles' world
"I don't belong here anymore."
This thought runs through my mind on a Sunday occasion.
Now engaged and still attending the local singles' congregation, I'm feeling a self-imposed ostracism.
Don't get me wrong … I'm not saying that I'm neglected by my fellow ward members. No! Rather, it seems as though this engagement time has me experiencing limbo in a singles' world.
Obviously, singles' wards cater to the needs of maidens and bachelors — as they should. Events occur nightly throughout the week focused to help singles mix, mingle and find an eternal companion: family home evenings, institute dances, mixers, ward prayer. You name the day, there's an event happening that night.
So … what if you've already found your "one and only"?
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This thought runs through my mind on a Sunday occasion.
Now engaged and still attending the local singles' congregation, I'm feeling a self-imposed ostracism.
Don't get me wrong … I'm not saying that I'm neglected by my fellow ward members. No! Rather, it seems as though this engagement time has me experiencing limbo in a singles' world.
Obviously, singles' wards cater to the needs of maidens and bachelors — as they should. Events occur nightly throughout the week focused to help singles mix, mingle and find an eternal companion: family home evenings, institute dances, mixers, ward prayer. You name the day, there's an event happening that night.
So … what if you've already found your "one and only"?
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Why singles stay single longer -- conclusion
By Don Osmond
Monday, Apr. 19, 2010
Read all of Don's past columns here
We're closing the "singles staying single longer" topic at just about the right time. These past few articles kicked up the dust, and it doesn't look ready to settle just yet. Emotions are at a fever pitch, and I don't blame anyone.
Being single late in life (... and that's all relative) places burdens on some backs. It poses the question, "Why me?"
Left out of the proverbial circle of wedlock, we are filled with a gamut of emotion:
* Suspicion, "Am I going to get married?"
* Denial, "I don't need to be married"
* Resentment, "It's not my fault! He broke up with me."
* Guilt, "I missed a chance to be married"
* Self-hatred, "Why would anyone marry me?"
Amidst all of this, each of us finds our own reasons for staying single longer. We want to see the world. We want to accomplish lofty goals of success. We seek autonomy to fulfill our wildest dreams.
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Monday, Apr. 19, 2010
Read all of Don's past columns here
We're closing the "singles staying single longer" topic at just about the right time. These past few articles kicked up the dust, and it doesn't look ready to settle just yet. Emotions are at a fever pitch, and I don't blame anyone.
Being single late in life (... and that's all relative) places burdens on some backs. It poses the question, "Why me?"
Left out of the proverbial circle of wedlock, we are filled with a gamut of emotion:
* Suspicion, "Am I going to get married?"
* Denial, "I don't need to be married"
* Resentment, "It's not my fault! He broke up with me."
* Guilt, "I missed a chance to be married"
* Self-hatred, "Why would anyone marry me?"
Amidst all of this, each of us finds our own reasons for staying single longer. We want to see the world. We want to accomplish lofty goals of success. We seek autonomy to fulfill our wildest dreams.
MORE @ MORMONTIMES
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Don Osmond: The Facebook addiction
By Don Osmond
Friday, Jan. 29, 2010
As some of you may be aware, I've recently had my bout with Facebook; even committed myself into going "cold turkey" for a time. But the blasted Web site still confounds me.
Did you know that some the most popular Web sites tout success as maintaining an audience for a mere minute and a half? In contrast, the average person spends 25 minutes every day on Facebook. We're gonna have to face it, we're addicted to Facebook.
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As some of you may be aware, I've recently had my bout with Facebook; even committed myself into going "cold turkey" for a time. But the blasted Web site still confounds me.
Did you know that some the most popular Web sites tout success as maintaining an audience for a mere minute and a half? In contrast, the average person spends 25 minutes every day on Facebook. We're gonna have to face it, we're addicted to Facebook.
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Saturday, November 28, 2009
DonSense: Many congratulations to Dad
When "Dancing With The Stars" began more than two months ago, 16 couples jockeyed for a finalist spot. Now, after 10 weeks of rehearsals, performances and eliminations, this week's spotlight rested upon Mya, Kelly Osbourne and Donny Osmond.
Monday night's performances kept the heat on the dance floor as the competition came to a close. Looking at the finalist lineup, all three were deserving of the coveted mirror-ball trophy, but for different reasons.
Throughout this season, Mya displayed continually her dancing prowess with grace and elegance. Her unwavering ability to execute sophisticated routines week after week proved what an amazing dancer she is. And, how could we forget ... how did judge Len Goodman put it? Her "Tutti-frutti what a booty" moves. She definitely proved to be a veritable opponent for Kelly and Donny -- both of whom have stories so different that they're nearly opposites.
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Monday night's performances kept the heat on the dance floor as the competition came to a close. Looking at the finalist lineup, all three were deserving of the coveted mirror-ball trophy, but for different reasons.
Throughout this season, Mya displayed continually her dancing prowess with grace and elegance. Her unwavering ability to execute sophisticated routines week after week proved what an amazing dancer she is. And, how could we forget ... how did judge Len Goodman put it? Her "Tutti-frutti what a booty" moves. She definitely proved to be a veritable opponent for Kelly and Donny -- both of whom have stories so different that they're nearly opposites.
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Chasing a (DWTS) star
About a month ago, I wrote a blog on how I would be supporting my father throughout his run in "Dancing With The Stars." Little did I know I would literally be running just to keep up with him.
I'm young and single; working all day and partying all night is status quo. So, keeping up with a 51-year-old is no problem, right? That is, of course, unless your dad is Donny Osmond.
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I'm young and single; working all day and partying all night is status quo. So, keeping up with a 51-year-old is no problem, right? That is, of course, unless your dad is Donny Osmond.
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DonSense: Text message disconnect
People don't talk anymore; maybe we've forgotten how.
Grammar-impaired text-based chats are much easier, and less evasive, especially if the conversation is heated. It's just too difficult to pick up the phone and confront those who have wronged, or frustrated us.
Dyadic dialog is a thing of the past. Never had that been so apparent to me than a few months ago when a friend sent me a text. It's the classic example of textual frustration.
"Just 2 let u know ... we're still fighting! :'("
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Grammar-impaired text-based chats are much easier, and less evasive, especially if the conversation is heated. It's just too difficult to pick up the phone and confront those who have wronged, or frustrated us.
Dyadic dialog is a thing of the past. Never had that been so apparent to me than a few months ago when a friend sent me a text. It's the classic example of textual frustration.
"Just 2 let u know ... we're still fighting! :'("
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DonSense: More than a backstage pass
More than a fifth of my life has been spent backstage, just wandering around. It is fun to see the intricate goings-on that take place during a show.
But, even though I'm issued a backstage pass at every concert, that pass isn't a license to do, or go, wherever I want. It takes time to build a rapport with the crew before they'll let me hang around. There's a lot going on, and I don't want to get in the way.
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But, even though I'm issued a backstage pass at every concert, that pass isn't a license to do, or go, wherever I want. It takes time to build a rapport with the crew before they'll let me hang around. There's a lot going on, and I don't want to get in the way.
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DonSense: Remembering 9/11
Eight years ago, I woke up early on Sept. 11 to get ready for work. While attending college, I taught a religion class in the mornings on the BYU campus to young men and women who were preparing to travel nationwide, or abroad, as Mormon missionaries.
Upon arriving at work, I was informed by my supervisor that an airplane had crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City. Because we were unclear about the situation's gravity, we made the assumption that a small plane must have veered off course, causing the accident.
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Upon arriving at work, I was informed by my supervisor that an airplane had crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City. Because we were unclear about the situation's gravity, we made the assumption that a small plane must have veered off course, causing the accident.
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Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Don’s ‘Dancing’ Debrief
Three weeks of Dancing With The Stars, and I’ve been interviewed every Tuesday on 101.5 The Eagle (Utah-based Country Radio) to share my thoughts about the show. I was a little apprehensive to the invitation the first time, but these interviews are getting better with practice.
I kinda find it funny that they’ve even got my picture plastered up on the radio’s Web site. I suppose this is a regular gig now. (That’s the reasoning behind the picture attached to this blog posting.)
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I kinda find it funny that they’ve even got my picture plastered up on the radio’s Web site. I suppose this is a regular gig now. (That’s the reasoning behind the picture attached to this blog posting.)
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Tuesday, October 06, 2009
DonSense: If at first you don't succeed ...
If at first you don't succeed ...
...then skydiving is definitely not for you. But, if you choose other adventures, go for it!
For the past few months, I competed in a worldwide blogger's competition to become the official blogger for an Antarctica expedition. Talk about the chance of a lifetime! I've never been that far south.
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...then skydiving is definitely not for you. But, if you choose other adventures, go for it!
For the past few months, I competed in a worldwide blogger's competition to become the official blogger for an Antarctica expedition. Talk about the chance of a lifetime! I've never been that far south.
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Don Osmond on MormonTimes.com: Life's war on a road hog
I love my motorcycle. Maybe that's why I'm still single — I already have the love of my life. It'll be hard to put it away when the snow falls. Of course, that's why I bobsled. There is always a need for speed.
I digress, but there's a reason for all this.
Have you ever watched a conversation between two passing motorcyclists on the road? Don't blink, because you could miss it. Almost in unison, the two will drop their left hands as a cordial salutation. The intended greeting can mean a myriad of things depending on the riders, but the overarching message is, "I see ya."
DonSense: Same beat, different song
What does it take to sell a million albums?
Nothing! These days, publicity sells us anything from the garbage heap.
Music is no longer about talent; it's about marketing.
Oh, the irony. "Don't worry; we can Milli Vanilli the voice if they're really bad." (It's funny how that has become the standard.)
This is the reason why I don't go to concerts. Listening to the real voice of some artists just ruins the music -- yes, I'm guilty of liking cookie-cutter, overproduced, synthesized beats. We all embrace the facade of MP3s.
Music is fun to listen to, but only because it is digitally mastered to the point where no flaw can be heard.
So, where is the real talent? You know, the concerts we walk away from in awe after witnessing the most amazing show -- not the "wow" factor of lights, crowd surfing and deafening noise levels.
Or, have we all become so desensitized to the point of pathetic passiveness that we can't differentiate between real talent from a marketing overhaul?
Truth be told, I've got music in my iPod that is too embarrassing to even write on this blog for fear of ridicule. Why? 'Cuz it ain't cool.
Isn't that unfortunate. It's a shame we can't appreciate talent for talent's sake. We're a society purchased by the ploys of marketing and spin doctors who create the appearance of talent-laden celebrities.
Maybe the next time we are about to turn our backs on uncool music, we'll take a second look (or another listen) and consider the talent therein.
We may just open our mind to a new genre of music, or dare I say -- the ballet?
Nah!
Mormon Times
Nothing! These days, publicity sells us anything from the garbage heap.
Music is no longer about talent; it's about marketing.
Oh, the irony. "Don't worry; we can Milli Vanilli the voice if they're really bad." (It's funny how that has become the standard.)
This is the reason why I don't go to concerts. Listening to the real voice of some artists just ruins the music -- yes, I'm guilty of liking cookie-cutter, overproduced, synthesized beats. We all embrace the facade of MP3s.
Music is fun to listen to, but only because it is digitally mastered to the point where no flaw can be heard.
So, where is the real talent? You know, the concerts we walk away from in awe after witnessing the most amazing show -- not the "wow" factor of lights, crowd surfing and deafening noise levels.
Or, have we all become so desensitized to the point of pathetic passiveness that we can't differentiate between real talent from a marketing overhaul?
Truth be told, I've got music in my iPod that is too embarrassing to even write on this blog for fear of ridicule. Why? 'Cuz it ain't cool.
Isn't that unfortunate. It's a shame we can't appreciate talent for talent's sake. We're a society purchased by the ploys of marketing and spin doctors who create the appearance of talent-laden celebrities.
Maybe the next time we are about to turn our backs on uncool music, we'll take a second look (or another listen) and consider the talent therein.
We may just open our mind to a new genre of music, or dare I say -- the ballet?
Nah!
Mormon Times
Don Osmond: Irresponsible accountability
"You are so lucky!" a married friend said to me. "You can do whatever you want; no responsibility."
Although I agree with half of that statement, lucky is hardly the word I would have chosen to describe "no responsibility."
However, he's right. Single people are accountable to no one but themselves. If we want to make a large purchase, we buy -- even on credit. If we want to travel to Europe, we set the e-mail auto-response message to "away." Sky's the limit.
Sounds like the life, right? (Every married person is daydreaming right now.)
Unfortunately, a lack of outward accountability creates a problem. There is no definitive sense of consequence, not necessarily to be taken as a negative connotation.
Accountability creates drive and reason for projects we set out to do. For example, when starting a new business, that person reports to investors to make sure the business is profitable.
Changing pace, and without getting too personal... a couple months ago, I set goals for myself: bobsledding, personal finance, self improvement. I kept these goals to myself, and didn't share them with anyone, figuring I could do it on my own.
Unfortunately, those deadlines are coming to term at the end of this month, and it's looking like most of my goals will not come to fruition.
The only person to blame is myself.
If I had only informed a friend or family member of my intentions, a better sense of accountability could have encouraged me to work harder on obtaining my goals.
Oops! Lesson learned.
So, to my married friend, even the irresponsible need to be accountable. It's by those "small and simple things... great things" can be accomplished.
Although I agree with half of that statement, lucky is hardly the word I would have chosen to describe "no responsibility."
However, he's right. Single people are accountable to no one but themselves. If we want to make a large purchase, we buy -- even on credit. If we want to travel to Europe, we set the e-mail auto-response message to "away." Sky's the limit.
Unfortunately, a lack of outward accountability creates a problem. There is no definitive sense of consequence, not necessarily to be taken as a negative connotation.
Accountability creates drive and reason for projects we set out to do. For example, when starting a new business, that person reports to investors to make sure the business is profitable.
Changing pace, and without getting too personal... a couple months ago, I set goals for myself: bobsledding, personal finance, self improvement. I kept these goals to myself, and didn't share them with anyone, figuring I could do it on my own.
Unfortunately, those deadlines are coming to term at the end of this month, and it's looking like most of my goals will not come to fruition.
The only person to blame is myself.
If I had only informed a friend or family member of my intentions, a better sense of accountability could have encouraged me to work harder on obtaining my goals.
Oops! Lesson learned.
So, to my married friend, even the irresponsible need to be accountable. It's by those "small and simple things... great things" can be accomplished.
Don Osmond: Musical medicine
Paolo Nutini's song, "New Shoes," played on my car radio the other day. It was just what the doctor ordered: driving the open road, singing to my heart's content with the windows down.
Can life get any better than this? I submit that it cannot!
However, four hours earlier, my day was ... well, let's just say it's what Daniel Powter calls a Bad Day. Too many thoughts weighed heavily on my mind; burdened with projects needing to get done, and dealing with life's expectations.
On top of all that, a friend called me up just to say he heard a song that reminded him of me -- "Desperado" by The Eagles.
Thanks! I needed a reminder. (sarcasm intended)
Despite feeling sorry for myself, the radio provided musical medicine that helped rebuild the sense of optimism that had previously left me.
It's obvious that music runs deep in my blood, and that I have an affinity toward it. Music reverberates deep within the soul and is a powerful instigator of emotion.
We all experience different songs throughout life. Sometimes all we need is to sing to a good song -- just let it all out.
Now, if you don't mind, I've gotta get back to singing in my car ...
"Life is a highway; I want to ride it..."
Mormon Times
Can life get any better than this? I submit that it cannot!
However, four hours earlier, my day was ... well, let's just say it's what Daniel Powter calls a Bad Day. Too many thoughts weighed heavily on my mind; burdened with projects needing to get done, and dealing with life's expectations.
On top of all that, a friend called me up just to say he heard a song that reminded him of me -- "Desperado" by The Eagles.
Thanks! I needed a reminder. (sarcasm intended)
Despite feeling sorry for myself, the radio provided musical medicine that helped rebuild the sense of optimism that had previously left me.
It's obvious that music runs deep in my blood, and that I have an affinity toward it. Music reverberates deep within the soul and is a powerful instigator of emotion.
We all experience different songs throughout life. Sometimes all we need is to sing to a good song -- just let it all out.
Now, if you don't mind, I've gotta get back to singing in my car ...
"Life is a highway; I want to ride it..."
Mormon Times
DonSense: Role reversal
Parents often dote upon their children's endeavors, giving the youths hope for success.
Between soccer practices, band performances and extracurricular activities, parents cheer along the sidelines and lose themselves by living vicariously through their kids.
Even within my family, my parents are extremely supportive of my ventures -- including the worldwide Antarctica blogger's competition; my mother thinks I'm crazy.
The point is, when we are supported by our parents, we have a stronger sense of perseverance and dedication in everything we do. As a result, we feel as though success is more obtainable.
But, what about our parents? Who supports them in their endeavors? It seems odd to have the roles reversed. Just picture a youth soccer match with the parents playing the game, and the youths cheering while capturing the moment with cameras.
Well, as funny as that sounds, this fall is looking to be a lot like that scenario. This week, my father, Donny Osmond, announced that he will be on the upcoming season of "Dancing With The Stars."
Because of this, I've received a few e-mails asking if I'll be watching the show, voting, or even going to the tapings.
Of course! This is exciting. I don't want to miss it.
This time, it's my turn to cheer for him along the sidelines.
Sure, I'll get a little over-zealous about voting for my father, but I'll do my best to curb enthusiasm and keep the excitement on Facebook ... and Twitter ... and my blog.
Best of luck, Dad! I'll bring the water cooler with the after-the-game treats.
Between soccer practices, band performances and extracurricular activities, parents cheer along the sidelines and lose themselves by living vicariously through their kids.
Even within my family, my parents are extremely supportive of my ventures -- including the worldwide Antarctica blogger's competition; my mother thinks I'm crazy.
The point is, when we are supported by our parents, we have a stronger sense of perseverance and dedication in everything we do. As a result, we feel as though success is more obtainable.
But, what about our parents? Who supports them in their endeavors? It seems odd to have the roles reversed. Just picture a youth soccer match with the parents playing the game, and the youths cheering while capturing the moment with cameras.
Well, as funny as that sounds, this fall is looking to be a lot like that scenario. This week, my father, Donny Osmond, announced that he will be on the upcoming season of "Dancing With The Stars."
Because of this, I've received a few e-mails asking if I'll be watching the show, voting, or even going to the tapings.
Of course! This is exciting. I don't want to miss it.
This time, it's my turn to cheer for him along the sidelines.
Sure, I'll get a little over-zealous about voting for my father, but I'll do my best to curb enthusiasm and keep the excitement on Facebook ... and Twitter ... and my blog.
Best of luck, Dad! I'll bring the water cooler with the after-the-game treats.
DonSense: License, registration, autograph, please ...
Last week's blog got me thinking about a recent funny experience.
I was pulled over for speeding through BYU campus the other day. Seeing those blue-and-red flashing lights in the rear view mirror conjures up one of the most gut-sinking feelings on the planet.
A husky figure got out of his tailgating patrol car, and from my mirror, I watched him adjust his sunglasses as he prepped himself to deliver the standard lecture.
"License and registration, son."
As if being pulled over is not humiliating enough, he assumed an overbearing fatherly disposition to put me in my place.
"Do you know how fast you were going?"
I sat there thinking snidely ... Fast enough to get your attention.
Knowing better than to mouth off, I politely responded, "It was a little too fast. I apologize, officer."
After gathering my effects, he moseyed back to his squad car, still flashing lights in a blaze of glory. The victor was waving his banner for all to see as he basked in the grandeur of his afternoon kill.
Five minutes later, the conversation became interesting.
He loomed over the driver's side window and asked, "Are you related to THE Osmonds?"
Hmmm, do I lie and get this over with, or ...
"Yes, I am."
"Really? Can you get me an autographed picture of Marie?"
I considered this an opportunity to barter my way out of getting a ticket, but knew the officer wouldn't budge.
He kept me there for a solid 15 minutes where I answered trivial questions about purple socks, white teeth and puppy love.
That afternoon, we both left the side of the road disappointed; me with my ticket, the officer without an autograph.
He wasn't seriously thinking about scoring an autograph, was he?
Mormon Times
I was pulled over for speeding through BYU campus the other day. Seeing those blue-and-red flashing lights in the rear view mirror conjures up one of the most gut-sinking feelings on the planet.
A husky figure got out of his tailgating patrol car, and from my mirror, I watched him adjust his sunglasses as he prepped himself to deliver the standard lecture.
"License and registration, son."
As if being pulled over is not humiliating enough, he assumed an overbearing fatherly disposition to put me in my place.
"Do you know how fast you were going?"
I sat there thinking snidely ... Fast enough to get your attention.
Knowing better than to mouth off, I politely responded, "It was a little too fast. I apologize, officer."
After gathering my effects, he moseyed back to his squad car, still flashing lights in a blaze of glory. The victor was waving his banner for all to see as he basked in the grandeur of his afternoon kill.
Five minutes later, the conversation became interesting.
He loomed over the driver's side window and asked, "Are you related to THE Osmonds?"
Hmmm, do I lie and get this over with, or ...
"Yes, I am."
"Really? Can you get me an autographed picture of Marie?"
I considered this an opportunity to barter my way out of getting a ticket, but knew the officer wouldn't budge.
He kept me there for a solid 15 minutes where I answered trivial questions about purple socks, white teeth and puppy love.
That afternoon, we both left the side of the road disappointed; me with my ticket, the officer without an autograph.
He wasn't seriously thinking about scoring an autograph, was he?
Mormon Times
My two cents of $4,500
Sweet! Not only is my trade-in worth the government's $4,500, but the dealership will throw in the car's scrap value. That's some money guaranteed.
Buying new cars -- that should help stimulate our economy, right? Not to mention, purchasing a more fuel-efficient car is environmentally conscious. Who wouldn't want to drive more miles on less gas, and save the planet?
I'm all for being environmentally friendly and energy aware (and that's the over-arching message of this program), but how can people expect to purchase a new car while foreclosures loom?
Maybe we should be a more concerned about creating jobs rather than finding experimental ways to spend credit. Logic would conclude; if we make money, we'll spend money. Not vice versa.
Speaking of ridiculous spending, $1 billion started this program, and we've tapped that out in about a week. Now the government wants to throw in another $2 billion. Does money finally grow on trees? I love deficit spending. (Sarcasm.)
I can see the political cartoon already: Grown men sitting around the dinner table eating cars, and in the background, a toddler reviewing the bill.
Obviously, this only scratches the surface. Remember the old axiom: If something looks too good to be true ...
It may be free now, but we'll all pay for it later.
Editor's note: Don Osmond is participating in a worldwide competition to be the official blogger for an Antarctica expedition. He is currently ranked near the top of 400 entries. If you wish to help him on his way, go to:
www.blogyourwaytoantarctica.com/blogs/view/356
MORMON TIMES
Friday, July 31, 2009
You know this guy ???
Don Osmond
Deseret News blogger | July 30, 2009 at 6:01 p.m.
Can I share a secret with you? Do you promise not to tell anyone?
Oh, the irony of that statement.
I have the hardest time remembering names.
If remembering someone's name is considered the best compliment one could ever give, forgetting someone's name is probably the biggest social blunder one could make at parties and gatherings.
Well, events like the one below, happen to the best of us more often than we would like to admit. And, the scenario usually plays out something like this:
Being socialites in our late-20s and early-30s, we attend parties and functions where we fraternize with new acquaintances all the time. During those get-togethers, jokes and good times are shared.
Unfortunately, at the close of the evening, we go our separate ways and disappear into our private lives. We rarely consider getting each other's contact information; we'll just connect on Facebook.
MORE: Deseret News
Editor's note: Don Osmond is participating in a worldwide competition to be the official blogger for an Antarctica expedition. He is currently ranked in second place out of 400 entries. If you wish to help him on his way, go to:
www.blogyourwaytoantarctica.com/blogs/view/356
Deseret News blogger | July 30, 2009 at 6:01 p.m.
Can I share a secret with you? Do you promise not to tell anyone?
Oh, the irony of that statement.
I have the hardest time remembering names.
If remembering someone's name is considered the best compliment one could ever give, forgetting someone's name is probably the biggest social blunder one could make at parties and gatherings.
Well, events like the one below, happen to the best of us more often than we would like to admit. And, the scenario usually plays out something like this:
Being socialites in our late-20s and early-30s, we attend parties and functions where we fraternize with new acquaintances all the time. During those get-togethers, jokes and good times are shared.
Unfortunately, at the close of the evening, we go our separate ways and disappear into our private lives. We rarely consider getting each other's contact information; we'll just connect on Facebook.
MORE: Deseret News
Editor's note: Don Osmond is participating in a worldwide competition to be the official blogger for an Antarctica expedition. He is currently ranked in second place out of 400 entries. If you wish to help him on his way, go to:
www.blogyourwaytoantarctica.com/blogs/view/356
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