inthisdayofage

Okay so you know I am a big fan of the Bachelor and an even more big fan of Melissa on the Bachelor. Last night was devastating. For those who didn’t watch this is a spoiler right here. So if you recorded it and will watch it later do not read. So the night was going good. The whole time my friend and I knew he would pick Melissa. I could feel it. Molly gets out of the car first. This means that she is getting dumped. So we cheer while all this goes on. Then Melissa comes and I’m about to cry because Melissa is soo happy talking about how she is always the one getting dumped but not this time. Then she goes on to say, “I’m a Mesnick.” This is Jason’s last name. So yeah I’m about to really start crying. I was soo happy for her!!! Then they pull this after the final rose ceremony where there is no audience. So we are like what is going down????? What happened??? This fool Jason DUMPS my girl MELISSA on NATIONAL TV!!!!!!! How could he do that to her??? Thats just wrong. He could have dumped her before he surprised her with all that on national TV. That is reeeeally bad on his part! Then Molly comes out and he tells her everything and her smile and happiness crush me even more. I just kept thinking what about Melissa? How could they do this to Melissa? Molly says, “I’ve been waiting for this to happen! Dreaming about it happening!!” Well you got your wish, Melissa is broken hearted now. Always getting dumped. I just don’t get why a guy would dump her????? Doesn’t make sense at all to me. I hope Melissa finds happiness soon AND that they make her the next Bachelorette!!! 

Today I was reading a book about Joseph Smith. This got me thinking about how things were in their day. I was reading a chapter about his grandpa and how he served the country and went to war here in the United States with Indians and what not. Then it stated that he met a young woman and they soon married. I wonder what I would have been like in that century. Then this got me thinking about Emily Dickinson the poet and how she felt so alone in her time. I’m not really a poetic person or sit there and read poems but I do know that a lot of her poetry is about her loneliness. She sat at the desk in her room and just wrote poems all day. What kind of life is that? She didn’t become famous for her poetry until after she died when her sister found all her poems written on scraps of paper. So I was just curious to what I would have been like. I was thinking our lives can’t be too much different? I mean in past centuries there hasn’t been all the technology that has been recently developed to make our lives easier. Would I have been like Emily Dickinson? Sitting in my room writing my blogs on the computer instead of scraps of paper. hahaha Probably not, but who knows. Anyway this blog is just random thoughts that popped up into my head when I was reading about Joseph Smiths grandfather.