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When I woke up this morning there was no snow. As the kids left it was just starting to snow. At noon we had over 8 inches. It’s 2:30, now, and we have at least a foot of snow out there (my guess from inside, of course), and it’s still falling at a very rapid rate. How can there be that much snow in the sky? Enough! Stop!

(pictures later)

Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says “Dam!”

Thanks to Kimberly for sending me a bunch of way corny jokes! I love them!

So, in my effort to finish the Book of Mormon by the end of the year, I’ve been doing a lot of reading (and listening on tape). And in my reading, I’ve realized that this would be my “large plates” or the record of my secular activities. Nephi kept two records–one for the secular record, and one for the spiritual record. I have been fooling myself by thinking, “I blog, that’s like a journal, right?” Well, yes, it is like a journal, Paige, but a journal of the secular things of your life. So, I have been reminded that I also need to keep a record of the spiritual things of my life–that journal that’s sitting in a drawer and hasn’t been written in in over 6 months. That’s my “small plates” and I’ve been neglecting it. So if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and dig that out and think of something to write in it.

Ok, I’m up for a good sappy song every once in a while. One that comes to mind is by Colin Ray —Love,Me. Or a good rendition of “O Holy Night” really gets me, too. But what I don’t like is contrived sappiness. Like when they play the sad music in the commercial in hopes that it will choke you up and possibly make you buy something. I just don’t think that is right. So, when the song comes on about the kid who wants to buy the shoes for his mom who’s dieing but he doens’t have enough money, it just irritates me and I HAVE to change the station. I just cannot stand that song. And now that every station is playing Christmas music, I’m in danger of hearing it. I heard it today. Yuck. And to make matters worse, right after that, they played “Grandma got run over by a reindeer.” Have you no shame?! It’s Christmas season, for heaven’s sake, not an excuse to play bad songs just because they have a slight connection to Christmas!

Please excuse me now while I take a break from my ranting and raving to explain to my daughter for the umpteenth time why she cannot quit piano lessons. If anyone has any insight on this speech and could give me some help on this one, I’d really appreciate it.

We were having a lovely evening reconnecting with old friends, just about to leave, when the cell phone rings.
It’s home.
It’s the 9 year old daughter with words you never want to hear. “People are throwing up here.”
Panic! “Which people? Where? Where’s the babysitter?”
After talking to the babysitter (her first time to tend for us, and more than likely, the last), I found out the horrible details–Natalie threw up on the wood floor, and Jenna made it to the bathroom. I told her to have the kids change their clothes if they needed to, and just put towels down on the floor and we’d clean it up when we got home.
So, then we drive home in white knuckle snow, watching one car fish tail repeatedly (either he was doing it on purpose–and why would anyone do that on the freeway, or he had really really bad tires), and one car spin around a couple of times on I-15, wondering what the scene will be when we get home.
Well, apparantly, John slipped in the throw up on the floor, so he was disgusting, too, so two kids had baths. Needless to say, we paid the poor babysitter VERY well, and we hope to see her again sometime.
Then, in the night, Megan complained of a headache, which Cole also had this morning. Cole and I went to church for sacrament meeting, but then he wanted to come home, complaining of the headache.

So, it’s a wonderful end to a great holiday weekend!

We believe in getting the kids in trade school as early as possible. Jenna seems to be doing well in her Dental curriculum, and especially enjoyed her class “Fun with Rubber Gloves”. We have high hopes that she will soon graduate and pay her way through elementary school.