Lost Dog!

We have lost our dog Riley. He is a toy American Eskimo and if you see him in the Provo/Orem area please call the number on his tags! My youngest son is heartbroken!

Missionary Mishap

Whitney broke her ankle in an elegant maneuver descending stairs. It is rumored that the Olympic judges gave her a 8.5 (She was robbed). She is getting a cast next week and is being brave!

'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store, (less a walk than a lumber).
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt---
I said to myself, as I only can
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
"Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!


~Author Unknown

KIDS
IN CHURCH
3-year-old
Reese :
'Our Father, Who does art in heaven,
Harold is His name.
Amen.'
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A
little boy was overheard praying:
'Lord, if you
can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it.
I'm having a real good time like I
am.
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After
the christening of his baby brother in
church,
Jason
sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car.
His father asked him three times what was
wrong.
Finally, the boy
replied,
'That preacher said he wanted us brought
up in a Christian home,
and I wanted to stay with
you guys.'
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One
particular four-year-old prayed,
'And forgive us
our trash baskets
as we
forgive those who put trash in our
baskets.
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A
Sunday school teacher asked her children as
they
were on
the way to church service,
'And why is it
necessary to be quiet in church?'
One bright little
girl replied,
'Because people are
sleeping.
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A
mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin 5,
and Ryan 3.
The boys began to argue over who would
get the first pancake.
Their mother saw the
opportunity for a moral lesson.

'If Jesus
were sitting here, He would say,
'Let my brother
have the first pancake, I can wait.'

Kevin
turned to his younger brother and said,
' Ryan ,
you be Jesus !'
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A
father was at the beach with his
children
when the
four-year-old son ran up to him,
grabbed his hand,
and led him to the shore
where a seagull lay dead
in the sand.
'Daddy, what happened to him?' the
son asked.
'He died and went
to Heaven,' the Dad replied.
The boy thought a
moment and then said,
'Did God throw him
back down?'
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A
wife invited some people to dinner.
At the table,
she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said,
'Would you like to say the blessing?'
'I
wouldn't know what to say,' the girl replied.
'Just say what you hear Mommy say,' the wife
answered.
The daughter bowed her head and said,
'Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people
to dinner?'

Finding Time For Joy In Our Lives

This is a true story and very interesting I think!
A Violinist in the Metro

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best
musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars. Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story.

Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?