The Quiver

[Well, we'll see how well this goes, posting via iPod … hrm, "not so well", finishing edit with a real browser, many days later.]

The special time of year, when we eat too much, spend money on things we don’t necessarily need (because “it was on sale”), and say silly things about those we’re sharing a gorge-fest with … yes, the halcion days around Thanksgiving!

OK, time to stop being silly. It’s a defenese mechanism. We have difficulty expressing our feelings — our true feelings, anyway. So even though I want to say how much I love my family, how grateful I am for all that I have — for my sexy wife (rrrrrowwlll), for my children and their goodness, for my extended family and what they have done for us, for my Savior … so while I’d like to say all those things, I’m much more likely to say something unexpected about the Spanish Inquisition, because noone expects the Spanish Inquisition!

And large, fluffy pillows. Possibly decorative ones.

But mostly for my things like my Dad. And my Mom. And my
Sweetie. And yes, my kids. (All of ‘em.) And my other Mom and Dad.

I am thankful to the God who gave me life, who made it possible for this country to exist, for us to have the incredible freedoms that we enjoy.

That is all.

[Oh, and for those of you who don't "get" the title, you need to read The Chronicles of George sometime.]

Rexburg. Synonymous with cold. Seriously; don’t believe me, go look it up. It’s not really all that cold outside right now—a mere 30° F … but somehow it feels colder. When we got here on Wednesday it was 24° but it didn’t feel this cold. Must be all the turkey.

So we’re all up at Grandma and Grandpa’s for Thanksgiving. We left very early on Wednesday—so early in fact, that no one thought we had really left yet. I mean, really, we’re Snyders, for goodness sake. We never leave for a trip on time. Once in my youth, I think we were two days late. Yes, days. (more…)