
The day Brother Shewell brought me a big box of tomatoes, my darling 8 year old son decided to pick plums to sell. I found out later that day that not even half an hour after we were GIVEN tomatoes, Cooper sold a bag of plums to Brother Shewell. Oh boy, was I embarrassed. I guess I should know my boys are capable of things like this... they actually made about $5 selling ROCKS to our Rigby neighborhood. Now, if you know anything about Rigby, you know that rocks are the last thing anyone needs there. If you dig a hole, you'll have a pile of rocks with no dirt... hopefully this ability to make money continues with them later in life. ;)
One of my Silver Sneakers class members passed away this morning. (No... NOT in class, thank goodness!) She had cancer. Sweet little Edna will really be missed. I did get to visit her at her house a little while ago, and she still had that smile... it's hard to lose my friends... the hazards of teaching a fitness class for the aged, I guess. I love them all. I really hope this funeral thing slows down soon...
My kids are sweet, my husband is amazing... yup. It's true.
p.s. Read the "to do" list on the side. Thanks, Shannon... it was an excellent talk!
3 comments:
Love that fruit story. Classic
those kids have some bright futures ahead of them.
that isn't quite fair that you get veggies from my mom and i don't!;D
2 weeks until we get to have a sleepover! yay!
I'm glad you liked it Mindy! If you haven't seen it already, you should check out the youtube video of that portion of his talk (youtube: Enzio Busche). I listen to it most mornings - especially those mornings I'm having a hard time.
And I LOVE the fresh produce season too. A lady at work has been sharing her abundance and it makes my heart happy!
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