When Duff and I were dating and it had turned serious, his dad pulled me aside and wanted me to know that his son had a hard time with keeping track of his keys and wallet. No problem: he'd be marrying me. Right? Miss 'Everything Is In It's Place'. Haha!We have a 'place' in the laundry room for keys. A rack with a hook for each family member. It is where keys, wallets, purses go when you are home and not out. Right? You walk in the door, it is right there. First thing you do when you come in, last thing you grab on your way out.
Fast forward to 2 weeks ago. We bought our car 2 1/2 years ago. It came with 2 keys and fobs. I LOVE fobs. It is so nice to be able to open the back door and load things. It is wonderful to be able to push a little button and unlock the doors. But let's be honest--they are big and bulky for a key chain/ring. I don't mind. I'm a woman and I have a bunch of keys all together. They are all in the same place and the group of them are easy to find in the bottom of my purse. Men don't like all that bulk. Especially in a pants pocket.
About 6 months ago he misplaced his key for the car. No problem. That can happen. We still had one. This however meant that whenever he used 'my' car (or anyone else for that matter) the individual key and fob came off my ring. Less bulky, remember. Long story short, despite my kind reminders/protests to please keep all my keys together, it went M.I.A. and we discovered that fact on Christmas Eve. Just imagine for a moment having a perfectly good car and not be able to use it! At the holidays no less. Thank goodness we had Shaun still home and Josh and Meredith here with their cars.
So what do you do to replace a key? It's harder than you think! Fortunately, the car was in the garage and not locked. We could get the registration out and go to the dealership and prove that we owned it. To which they will cut you 'a' key (for a significant price) that may or may not sync up to the security mechanism to identify the key to turn on the car. To sync it up, the guys had to push the car out of the garage. Then you have to drain the security system power, which is the battery, then hook up this battery charger thingy (yes, which we had to go buy... remember: we couldn't use jumper cables because the car doesn't recognize the key to turn it on...). Hopefully at this point it tricks the car into identifying the key and it will turn over and start. Mission accomplished! It worked, with some conditions: the car still doesn't really recognize the key, so you have to try it several times and take it out of the ignition and turn it over then reinsert it and try again.
This was my day yesterday. I had several errands to run. I had planned them out systematically. Go here first, then there, over here, back there on the drive home. I should only be gone about 90 minutes. Well, 4 1/2 hours later, I arrive home practically in tears! The dang car wouldn't accept the key! Every place I went to it took longer and longer to start the car. Totally embarrassing at the car wash. I didn't realize, but your car is turned on/off 4 times during the process. To vacuum, to go through the wash station, to move it from the washing to the drying/detailing, and then to leave. It took forever and the employees were quite frustrated/annoyed. I left a larger tip than I normally do. They deserved it.
Finally I ended at the pharmacy and grocery store (thank goodness they are in the same center. I could just walk from one to the other.) I loaded up my groceries and the car wouldn't start. Again, and again, and again. For 35 minutes I tried to get that car to start. I watched many people come, shop, and leave in the time I was just trying to start my car. I even have a blister on my index finger from all the attempts. I finally called Duff who was flat in bed still with his back out. That's what I was at the pharmacy for. His anti-inflammatory and pain meds. He crawled down the stairs, got into the b-mer (cool looking/acting car, but not comfortable to get in and out of at all), and drove over so I could unload the groceries and come home. Of course, as soon as he pulled up it started! Like a sick child you have been up with all night and when you go to the doctor they smile and act fine.
All of the story aside: while I was sitting there pondering about the car not working and how hard and frustrating this was, it came to me about having the right 'keys'. I thought about priesthood keys, the keys of callings. We have to have the keys through the right authority and worthiness or they don't work. Aha.........'Knew' that. Nice for the object lesson/reminder.
And yes, we are calling the dealership back today for further direction!



e Sistine Chapel in person 50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris 51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling 52. Kissed in the rain 53. Played in the mud 54. Gone to a drive-in theater 55. Been in a movie 56. Visited the Great Wall of China 57. Started a business . 58. Taken a martial arts class 59. Visited Russia 60.Served at a soup kitchen 61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies 62. Gone whale watching 63. Got flowers for no reason 64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma 65. Gone sky diving 66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp 67.Bounced a check . 68. Flown in a helicopter 69. Saved a favorite childhood toy 70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial 71. Eaten Caviar 72. Pieced a quilt. 73. Stood in Times Square 74. Toured the Everglades 75. Been fired from a job 76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London 77. Broken a bone . 78. 




