Baby Lauren
 
Wife to husband, Rancito, of 4 years. Mother of one-year old daughter, Lauren, two mini wiener dogs that I refer to as Farkota, and one big mutt named Champ. This is my way of telling Lauren I have loved her since the day I saw her tiny bean body on the ultrasound screen.
Monday, June 27, 2005
The Scent of Childhood Memory
UPDATE - Ruh roh! If you would like to do this meme, it's original title was just "Childhood Memories." No need to limit it to scents from your childhood, although I'm very flattered, or just flat. I'm not sure yet.

I'm such a fantastic multi-tasking procrastinator that I thought I could do a little combo with a Redhead Mommy meme tag and today's Mrtl Monday topic: Smell.

The rules to this meme game:

Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.

1. Lu's News http://luann919.blogspot.com
2. Marti http://marti2212.blogspot.com/
3. Ivy Tied Up http://www.ivytiedup.com
4. Redhead Mommy http://redheadmommy.blogspot.com
5. Baby Lauren http://babylaurenmiller.blogspot.com

Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count. (No one is obligated to participate).

1. 4Sanity http://4sanity.blogspot.com/
2. Beth http://bethw54.blogspot.com/
3. Sharkey Malarky http://www.sharkeymalarkey.blogspot.com/
4. Bente http://babblingbente.blogspot.com/
5. Gabs http://isabellamia.blogspot.com/

What 5 Things do you miss about your childhood?

1) I miss the smell of springtime rain through my open bedroom window as the wind rustled the pine trees outside.

2) I miss the smell of my brother's cologne as it filled the house while he was readying for a date or when I snuck into his room and secretly applied a dash so that my friends would think I was harboring a mystery boyfriend.

3) I miss the smell of my grandmother's German cooking lightly infused with the smell of her Caress body soap.

4) I miss the smell of our overgrown honeysuckle vines wafting through the summer air, the same vines that I'm too afraid to grow myself lest they grow out of control too.

5) I miss the smell of our woodburning stove on a chilly January evening and the stove's hearty crackle as it sung me to sleep.

Not him
Not my mystery boyfriend.
posted by ieatcrayonz @ 6/27/2005  


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