I broke up with pickle juice ...

I was planning to go to the Warren Miller shows last night to get a $16 ski pass but I missed it because I got very sick. I worked during the day and felt exhausted and hungry. I saw a big jar of pickles and was tempted to drink the juice before I left work.
Yes, I regretted it. I conclude that was the end of our relationship. I don't think I would want to drink pickle juice again. I was puking twice and had to go to the bathroom more than 3 times within half an hour. I lost a lot of water and felt like I was stranded in the middle of Sahara for a while. I started to get scared and was ready to call 911 if it didn't stop. Miraculously I slept fine and woke up alive this morning.

Whew!

I also testify to this ...

It's all about friends ...

Not too long ago, I read a post on the meaning of a good friend on my friend Jenny's blog. I thought about this a lot and I too want to be that friend who is always there for my friends no matter the distance is when it seems like the whole world is gone.

I had an amazing week by celebrating a close friend's wedding. It was a happy moment for all of us. I am so happy for her and wish the best for her in everything.
I also hang out with some friends from my mission. We were reminiscing mission stories from 8-9 years ago. We even had indian curry and roiboos tea to spice it better. We talked about visiting South Africa next year :-)
A good friend from overseas was visiting for General Conference with her family. Seeing their excitement about the Gospel, their faith, their confidence, and their sacrifice in all of what I also believe to be true gave me comfort and strengthened my own faith.