a few things to make you think

As the week ends and I ask myself "What day is it today?" I realize how lucky I am that I find myself asking that. To loose time in this technology driven world is...wordless.

Here are some other items that make me wordless...

I made this wonderful iced coffee from the pioneer woman website (http://thepioneerwoman.com/). Oh...YUM. I love that I found the recipe and I love that I don't have to pay $10.00 for an iced coffee anymore. (ok, I never really paid 10 bucks for one, but I am sure I would have somewhere in my life.) It is perfect for these summer days, and the drink has made me so happy...I am wordless.

Baby birds. So sweet, so little. So high up off the ground. Momma keeps them safe.

Having lunch by a waterfall. Talk about peace and making the world stop for a bit.

Two little ones dipping their feet in the cold water, giggling. Wordless...

Exploring...

And the last thing that some married women would never mention...or admit, but I will. The man, who isn't your husband, (and isn't married) but tells you your gorgeous. A man who when he sees you in a sun dress, makes it obvious that his eyes pop out looking at you. Then in the same stroke, tells your husband how beautiful his(meaning you) wife is, and that he (meaning your husband) married a spit fire.

Now, now, don't get me wrong. I love my husband to the ends of the earth, but that doesn't mean that I don't enjoy someone else telling me something that makes me feel good. Especially when it is someone you can joke back with without any uncomfortableness. And that is something that is wordless. (Yes Janet, you can tell him I mentioned him in my blog.)

Wordless. Take a minute and count your wordless moments. It might make you...wordless.

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the color yellow

I LOVE the color yellow. It is sunshine, happiness, bright, and fun. For the past couple of weeks I have been updating my kitchen. Painting the cabinets and walls and re-doing the counter tops. The color scheme I picked is yellow, black and cream. Today was the day I finally got to paint the walls with the "applesauce" color I picked. YEE..OWZA. I have never put a color on my walls that made me doubt my sense of design and decision making in my home. This color is doing that to me. I love yellow, but is it right for my walls? I am unsure. I need to place the second coat on and live with it. Beginning to think I should have picked a very light warm grey color instead. Yellow is definitely Yellow...

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