When there isn't enough time....

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What's that smell....

Smells are like songs. Okay, so they aren't exactly like songs, but like songs, they can take you back to your childhood.

There are a few smells that do that for me....

Lilac bushes- I hate the smell of them, but my mom had one in our front yard and insisted that we take pictures by it before we went to prom.

Old Spice- My dad.

Cinnamon Rolls- Mom

All these smells, take me back to the happy days of my youth.

The other day as Hubs and I were working in the yard he said to me, "I love this smell. It makes me happy."

"Really? Seriously? THIS?!?" I asked.

 I was baffled, for right in front of me were 10 bags of cow manure.

Because that has "Home Sweet Home" written all over it.

Funny what kids hear....

You are all familiar with the Garden of Get Some Money, right?

No?

Even my four year old knows what that is. Okay, so ONLY my four year old knows what that is. At least until a few days ago.

You see, for Easter, our kids learned a beautiful song in Primary (children's Sunday school class). It's called "Gethsemane."

Jesus climbed the hill
To the garden still
His steps were heavy and slow
Love and a prayer
Took Him there
To the place only He could go

Gethsemane
Jesus loves me
So He went willingly
To Gethsemane
The song has a few more verses and if you want to read the whole song you can go here. It really is wonderful.

The point of the story: my four year old sat down by me the other day and said, "Mommy, sing the Get Some Money song."

"Huh? I don't think I know that song. How does it go?" I asked.

He proceeded to sing the song except where it said "Gethsemane," he sang "Get Some Money."

All this time he has been thinking that Christ went to the Garden to get some money.

Hilarious.

Are you crying???

I think I cry too much.

Do you?

Not do you think I cry too much.

But do YOU cry too much?

Is that even possible?

Not to THINK that you or I cry too much.

But to cry TOO much?

For no apparent reason.

Am I alone here?

You do that too, right?

Keep the Commandments....all of them.

I am a strong believer in the 10 commandments.

I love God. I do not kill. I do not commit adultery. There are no idols I worship and I try really hard not to covet.

And I do not steal. Ever. Not ever. At least not since I was 5 years old.

When I was five years old I really loved candy. I know that most children aren't like that. But I was. And it seemed that the owner of the local store had put the candy right at my eye level at the check-out stand so that I could repeatedly remind my mother of my love for candy.

My mom didn't love my love for candy. She didn't seem to appreciate my constant reminding that I loved it. Evey time I asked, she would tell me no.

"Mom....can I..."
"Nope. "
"But look it's a new kind..."
"No."
Pleeeeeeease..."
"No. No. No."

Well, on this particular day, I decided I was going to take matters into my own hands. I secretly grabbed the Lifesavers and snuck them into my pocket. I was so sneaky. The teller didn't see me. The manager didn't see. But more importantly, my mom didn't see me.

The key to being a good thief is that you don't steal and tell. I was not a good thief. Terrible in fact. The minute I got into the car I tore the thing open. And started to share with everyone.

Then she knew. She knew I had asked for the candy in the store which she had refused to buy. And yet, there I was, in the back of the van, kindly sharing stolen goods with my siblings.

Back into the store we marched. Not only did I have to give the candy back, I had to tell the store manager that I had taken it and that I was so sorry. I was crying. Partly because I was embarrassed and partly because of the freshness of the spank my mom had so kindly given me.

So, although I may struggle not to gossip, and try to keep the Sabbath Day holy, I DO NOT have a problem with stealing things. Ever!

Don't you?

Isn't this how EVERYONE eats birthday cake?

Key Hoarder

Remember the time that I took every key to the van that we own on accident with me to work....

...in the car...

...and you needed the van to drive Kobe to his band concert.

That was so funny, huh?

(....painful silence....)

Too soon isn't it.