72 Hour Kit

Something that has been on my mind a lot lately is having a 72 hour kit, and what I would need to do in case of a disaster. The following links will take you to some valuable resourses.

http://www.ready.gov/america/getakit/index.html

http://www.fema.gov/plan/index.shtm

http://www.redcrossstore.org/shopper/ProdList.aspx?LocationId=1

These sites give valuable information and resources to help us be prepared for the worst. If we are prepared we will not fear.

Making a simple 72 hour kit

The following was taken from www.lds.org. Having a 72 hour kit has been on my mind for some time now. I'm sharing this information in the hope that it will inspire you all to make and keep one handy.

Your family can be prepared by storing basic emergency supplies in one convenient place. You can gather your own emergency items, such as:

An extra change of clothing

A sweater or coat, hat, and gloves

Your scriptures

Your journal

Toothpaste, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, soap, and a washcloth

A flashlight

A whistle

Emergency contact information

72 hours’ worth of food and water for each person and pet

Blankets and sheets (for warmth or carrying someone who is hurt)

Puzzles, games, and books


Click to View Larger FormatIllustrations by Matt Smith
For more ideas, visit the “Food Storage and Preparedness” section at www.providentliving.org, and www.fema.gov/kids.
[illustrations] Illustrations by Matt Smith

I love it

"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down." - Woody Allen

To ignore or to be ignored

I sorta separated myself from the FHE group tonight. I could hear them having a good time inside carving pumpkins, but I stayed outside to carve my pumpkin. A couple people came by and talked to me for a minute; Katie my roommate stayed with me the whole time. Later when I went inside I was pretty much invisible. I made a few comments and was ignored. I guess what goes around comes around.

I wish I were an Oscar Mayer Weiner

The story behind the picture:One day I was walking through the supermarket and I saw Brounschweiger. I started singing "I wish I were an oscar mayer braunschweiger...etc...my braunschweiger has a first name...etc." Anyways that developed into a plan for the next talent show. I came out as you see me and I sang "I wish I were and oscar mayer weiner" and lamented about being a braunschweiger since no one likes liver sausage. Then I "made up" my own song basically copying the bologna song hoping that people would like me. Then my friend Katy came out dressed as a package of bologna and reamed me for taking her song and then showed me how it should be done. The End.

Happy Labor Day from Wyoming

Today was Labor day. It started out with just a few clouds and then this happened:

It wasn't too bad at first

But then it started to snow harder

A view of my brother's barn from my front porch

My mother's flowerbed

Thankfully the snow melted away a few hours after it finished snowing. Durring the storm my sister Casey, my mom and me all drank hot chocolate and played games while listening to John Denver. This brought back many happy childhood memories and I was feeling great. Later we joined my dad at a rummage sale. We all found some great "treasures".

All in all it was a great day.

Some people never learn...aka The Butterfinger.

One day I was eating a Butterfinger candy bar. I had set it on the counter for a minute while I was doing something else. When I picked it up I saw that there were some Butterfinger crumbs on the counter. I ate them and to my surprise they were crusty dry old cheese. Later I was watching a move and I set my Butterfinger bar on the coffee table. After I picked it up I saw that there were some chocolate crumbs so I picked them up and ate them. Much to my surprise it was dirt. I didn't eat a butter finger again for a long time.