Oh the Joy.

It's the last day of February and I am so thankful. Let this month be over. One highlight was a new discovery in the valley. Hebs and I passed the Island Market and decided to actually go in for the first time, the one down in the Island. I went in with no expectations at all and then, there they were...penny candy. Oh the joy of penny candy. Where have you been the past ten years of my life?

I filled up my little brown paper bag with sour patch kids, and sour apples and Swedish Fish. It completely brought me back to my childhood. I was instantly back in the old city library with Grandma Barbara as she fished a dime out of her purse. I would run over to the bluebird and count out eight or nine little treats to fill my sandwich bag. Running back to the library, I would find a good shelf of books and read and eat my little treats.

They also made me wish for Easter. In fact, I pulled out all of my Easter decor yesterday. I know it's a month away but I needed to lift that fuzzy yellow chicks bring and bright eggs. Every Easter, my family makes their way up to Ophir for a huge Easter Egg hunt (adults included) and dutch oven cooking. There used to be this little store in Ophir called Minnie's. It was a tiny little house up the road run by Minnie, a very old Ophir resident (one of maybe 10). We would look into the cases and buy all sorts of penny candy every time we visited.

Who wouldn't pay a penny for experiences like that? Sadly, in ten years, the price of penny candy has doubled. It's not as fun to call it two penny candy but the visit to Island Market was completely worth it. You can guarantee that I'll be back counting out little candies soon.

Is there something like that the brings you immediately back to your childhood?

The Curse of the Old Testament

So, I'm the gospel doctrine teacher in my married student ward. Not a bad calling. I don't mind teaching, it takes some time and effort but I enjoy it most of the time.

In January we shifted to the Old Testament. One of my favorite books. I have taken a couple of institute classes and generally found peace in the words. The only problem is that every time I take an Old Testament class things go horrendously wrong in my life, not just little things, major and it happens every time.

I jokingly mentioned this the first Sunday I was teaching in January. Oh, I was joking then but am dead serious now. Darn that Old Testament.