summer pie

Saturday was the day.  We have been waiting for it since , well, since last year.  It’s been on the calendar in ink!

Heck, Mr. Right bought this print for me a couple of months back to remind us.

Sumner Rhubarb Pie Festival. fruit-crate-labels-rhubarb-packed-and-shipped-by-washington-berry-growers-association

Small town, close main street, meander through booths and shops, wear sun glasses and eat pie.

yep, that’s it.

Smack dab in the middle of Summer.

Goof off and eat pie.


so good.

the end.

going back next year.

unexpected grace

Last night, I couldn’t fall asleep.

I read and read and read some more.   Nothin’.  (note to self:  next Sunday when you are feeling super sassy, don’t go overboard with so much coffee, end of lesson)

I got up and went into the library/tv room.

Netflix.  Yes, we have had it for a couple of weeks, giving it a try.   B and I have watched a few things together.  I didn’t pay close attention on how to actually turn it on.

Are we the only family that has 4 remotes?  We seldom turn on the television, so I need a cheat sheet to figure it all out.

After several attempts, I did it!!!

I wanted to see the documentary “I’m Not Your Guru”  with Tony Robbins.

(spoiler alert….HIGHLY recommend)guru

First let me say, I love this guy.  We love this guy.  He has taught us/we have learned so much about finances/giving.

Other than about money and giving to charity,  never have I seen or listened to any of his other seminars.  We both have read the book about money, investing and giving to others.

This was new for me.

HUGE WARNING:  In this documentary… his language is not for the faint of heart.  It is salty and brass and in your face.  He uses some mighty ugly words and drops the F bomb on several occasions.  His words are harsh and I am thinking do what they are intended to do.  Snap people out of their comfort zone and help them start anew.

This is a behind the scene view of how one of his yearly seminars is run.  People pay $5,000.00 just to gain admission.  That doesn’t include airfare or hotel etc.

If you asked any of them, just guessing here, they would positively say it was worth it.

The personal stories are rough and tumble, hard to hear.   Some of these folks have had extremely tough times.   (after video follows up on the folks that were interviewed and you find out how it all turned out)

The high energy level is unbelievable.

Here is the thing that I wanted to share.  In among all the swear words, energy, people…lots of people, groups, sharing and what can only be described at control chaos…………..there was a pearl.  (nah, not his beautiful, smart, lovely wife, Bonnie Pearl “Sage” Robbins)……..right in the middle of all that madness…..

……….. Tony Robbins said,  “that’s grace……Grace is a connection to the Divine.”


While not being billed as a feel good seminar, it was really about Grace and Love and Goodness.

Here’s the thing,  I need to be reminded to love myself and love others with fierce passion.  I need to look for more goodness and seek it out.

I feel enlightened, I am enthralled with his thinking and his commitment to figuring it all out.   It certainly was a good use of my time.

Grace is a connection to the Divine.  

I love this thought.  It is going to hold me all week and then some.

5 Star documentary, worth your time.

feeling blue

Last week, on a sunny Colorado morning, my friend’s son graduated, 3rd in his class from the Police Academy.

That very same evening in Texas, the horrific killings of our five police officers occurred.

As humans we stand those two life changing moments side by side.

We weep for joy.

We weep for horror.

Oh, celebrating and giggling and laughing with my friend is easy peasy.  She is a wonderful mom and has given her children a great foundation and wings to fly.  This very moment she is reaping the rewards.  Her children are flying and she is in the audience clapping with joyful tears running down her cheeks. She is proud, so proud of her boy.

He is a man who cherishes & respects  his wife and they are building a good life together. He has chosen to live a life of service.

That small little boy, who would look at pants in the store to see if they had pockets BEFORE he would consider trying them on…………became a man of honor and strength.  He became a man others would run to and look up to for help.

Today, like the rest of us, there are moms, wives, girlfriends, sisters, friends, family that are crushed and on their knees, weeping.  One of the reasons they are so very proud of their “boys” is the very reason they were killed.

They ran towards the evil.  They wanted to stop it and protect others.  It’s who they were. For some reason they were called to serve and protect us.  Yes, us their family.

They are our husbands, sons, brothers, uncles, friends.

We pray for them.  We grieve with their families. We weep with them.

I pray for his wife.  Yes, she has a wonderful career in front of her. Yes, she is a smart, loving, caring and funny girl.  She has family and friends who are proud of her.

However, it must have been the hardest thing ever in her young life, to kiss him goodbye the next day as he walked out the door.  As she hugged him goodbye, she could hear the leather of his gun holster and utility belt.  She could feel the stiffness of his uniform,  the stiffness and bulk of his bullet proof vest.

He walked away from her, their safe home and walked towards the unknown.

I am guessing the juxtaposition of baking a cake and hugging him in celebration and belly laughing with tangled hair and excitement overflowing one day and the reality in which we live smacking her right between the eyes the next, was tough. Tough enough to bring tears to her eyes.

That policeman’s mom is my friend.  She loves her son and is oh so proud of the profession he has chosen.   It is tough.  His safety is on her mind.  She weeps with those five policeman’s moms.

We all weep.

This tragedy and yes it is a tragedy and horrid and ugly and shameful has brought many of us to our knees.

It is too big.  I am moving through the days, yet it still whispers above me.  I can feel the chill.  Maybe we aren’t suppose to figure it all out right now?  Maybe we just need to be in the sorrow?  Feel the sadness, not sweep it under the rug and move on.  Maybe we just need to be still and hurt?

I am in awe of the men and women that run towards evil.  I am grateful.

When I don’t really know what to do, I look for signs and what others are doing.

I can’t help but think that God is sad and weeping.  He too, must be taking a moment to hurt and be still.

Angels are weeping.

weeping angel



Sunday drive

Sunday afternoons are meant for breathing in fresh air, being in nature and hearing the sound of a 70 foot waterfall.

Just breathing and listening and being grateful.

Victor Falls in all her glory.20160710_122401_resized_1

Mr. Right invited me to take a little Sunday afternoon car ride.   You and I both know that although it felt “spur of the moment”, he’d secretly planned, mapped it out and figured out the perfect way home.

Just so happened….

The road home took us right by our once a year trip to a drive in.  Yes, you sit in your car, you politely ask them through the microphone and they bring you…….Big,  Beautiful, beautiful onion rings.  Hello my beauties!

Here’s to perfect Sunday drives with someone you are crazy about!


onion rings

garage jewelry

Don’t ya just love a good before and after?

It is my all time favorite thing.  I love seeing those articles in magazines.  I am drawn to every little detail.  Pinterest…………ah so many before and afters………so little time, money, energy etc.. I collect and pin so many ideas on Pinterest, so when I/we actually complete one of them I want to show n tell.

Here’s the one drawback.  I am always so anxious to get on with the project that more often than not I forget to take the sad, ugly, boring, neutral “Before” shot.  The more rough-looking, dull, bland the better the “After” pictures will be.

Not this time.20160701_140340

I remembered to take a clear, in focus “Before” picture. No pizzazz, no make up, sad face, dull.

Before I get to the beautiful, snazzy “after” pictures here are the details:

I ordered the faux windows form  .  Then I purchased the hinges and handles from Home Depot.   Next stop, we purchased  Sherwin Williams black exterior paint to paint the attic vent.  Supplies sat inside our garage for about 6 weeks.  Too hot, too cold, too chicken to give it a try, to worried it wouldn’t turn out well.

We have no idea why we waited.  This was a straightforward project that took about 2 hours with ZERO cussing.  Good gravy, I am so glad we took on this project.

Looking forward to hearing your comments.  We are so dang happy with the final results.



girls vs boy


Big News!!!!!!

It’s a girl!

It’s a girl!

While Mr. Right teases me and makes jokes about buzzards chickens, he was the one who drove, had the box ready, paid and arranged the meeting.

Welcome to the Wilson’s!  I have two new chickens!!!!

I am one of those people who name their livestock.  Okay, Monday morning,  4th of July………….let’s see…….. names, you two beauties need names.

20160704_162224I’d like to introduce you to Martha and Dolly.  That’s Martha Washington and Dolly Madison.

Martha is a Blue Andalusian.  When the sun catches it just right, her feathers are so black they shimmer blue.  Dolly is an Americauna just like our Ginger.

While they are only a few months old they both are laying eggs already.  Which is rather lovely.  I collected and am grateful for egg number 832.

While I was fussing and fluffing the coop yesterday, they were being quite shy.  So I decided to tell them a little about me. I first said I was nice and would bring them goodies almost every day. I always say thank you, aloud when I collect eggs.   I said while I am wearing ugly black boots today, I wear fancy toe nail polish and when I wear flip-flops they will be magically drawn to me.  ha

I offered up a bowl with plain yogurt garnished with meal worms and fresh picked20160707_094536-1 blueberries and spinach.  yum.  (yes, they need the good bacteria 20160707_094710-1of yogurt as the 3 adjust to each other) They all dug right in, so apparently my culinary skills are appreciated.

How are they adjusting you ask?  The first night around midnight, I went out with a flashlight to check on the slumber party.  Everyone was sleeping next to each other.  Guess they got to know each other, did each other’s hair and enjoyed the movie and popcorn.

How am I adjusting?

5 girls (me, one girl dog, 3 girl chickens) VS one boy, Mr. Right.

Odds are good in the Wilson house.