The Little Things

Jessie and I got a coupon in the mail the other day for $3.00 off a large Casey's pizza.

Jessie pulled out the coupon to see when it expires and found out it expires February 31st.

Hmmmm

Ya Never Know

I love the Antiques Roadshow.

On Sunday I was watching a show on PBS and I saw a "Tomorrow on Antiques Roadshow" clip and I thought one of the people they showed getting an appraisal looked very familiar.

I tuned in last night to watch and I totally knew someone on there!

You don't have to watch the video, but it's here just in case you want to watch it.

Watch the full episode. See more Antiques Roadshow.

I had to go to physical therapy for my arm and the lady getting the appraisial (Joy) was my physical therapist. Well actually she isn't a physical therapist...she was more like the assistant who helped me do all my arm exercises and stuff.

During therapy we'd talk about the Antiques Roadshow and how much we love the Keno brothers!

It was just fun seeing someone I know on there!

...And it's still snowing!

Yay!

A Blizzard!

And it's still snowing!

We are all stuck at my parents for the night...well all but Nathan who, after unsuccessfully trying for an hour to dig his truck out of the snow, decided to walk home to check on his cats.

Hmmm....not the brightest considering the snow came halfway up Jessie and when I went out to take a picture of Jessie I couldn't see 1 foot in front of me due to the wind.

Fun!
I can't wait to build a snow fort tomorrow!

The Fugitive Moment

I just had a birthday and I can't believe how much I've already lived.

When I was younger (and I am still young...this isn't an 'I'm so old' blog) I seemed to have so many hours in the day, and now I feel like I have so few.

It is already February.

Can you believe it?

I was listening to a hymn today and it said:

"...our time as a stream Glide swiftly away

and the fugitive moment refuses to stay."

It has made me think: What do I do with my fugitive moments?

I have missed quite a few, I've made the most of some, and I hope I have the sense to do the best I can with the ones that remain, because they DO refuse to stay.

This life is meant to be enjoyed, and I know one thing for sure, I'm not going to "waste" my fugitive moments being busy.

"Screw you cat!"

My sister Jessie LOVES animals.

We caught a mouse in my parents house and the mouse was breathing its last breaths and Jessie cried because it was a dying creature.

Animals, though, do not love Jessie.

Jessie and I are on a committee planning a bingo night in Nauvoo. The first meeting we had concerning the bingo night was at a ladies house and she has a cat that she said is "overly loving" and she apologized ahead of time for the cat, because it would probably try to jump in laps or rub against our legs.

It did jump on peoples laps, and it did rub legs, just not Jessies.

Jessie had to go to the last meeting by herself and the cat again was being it's friendly self just not with Jessie.

She was relaying me the story and she said, "...I think I just want animals to love me too much, well SCREW YOU cat!"

Haha.

I thought it was funny.

Do You Believe in Santa?

I've been saddened lately with the amount of people who deny their children the joy of believing in Santa.

Francis P. Church responded to a little girls inquiry about the existence of Santa by saying:

"Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there was no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished."

I feel like kids are no longer given the opportunity to be kids, and not believing in Santa is a major factor in that.

Why do people want their kids to grow up so fast? I see so many parents who, as Francis P. Church said, "have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age."

What is wrong with a little make believe?

It is OK to believe whole heartily in something that isn't there, it restores our youth!

And Jesus (the reason for this holiday season) even said in Matthew 18:4 "Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven."

I think we should all look in ourselves and decide if we believe in Santa.
Instead of growing up, take the time to "humble" yourselves "as a little child", especially now when the opportunity is right at hand!

And as long as you keep your priorities straight there is plenty of room for Santa during this Christmas season!

A Poem

I Hate Christmas Lights

a poem by Tacy Nelson

Christmas lights, so bright and cheery

I love to see you lit,

But when I go to string you yearly

it always ends with a fit.

Why do you refuse to work?

I really don't understand.

You make me feel like a big fat jerk

like YOU have the upper-hand.

All I want is some Christmas cheer,

is that so hard to see?

It only comes this time of year,

so please cooperate with me!