Birds In The Living Room

The living room has been my favorite project of our new home. 

It has 5 large windows and also a sliding glass door. 

I love all the light in this room.

It also looks out to the river which makes me love it more.

I recently found the perfect art for this room.

What are the odds that the The Painted Hive would offer a free download?

God just loves to bless me.

Aren't they great?!

I know.

They measure 24X36.

I had them printed at Office Max.

 The Painted Hive made it so easy

to download directly to Office Max.

They mailed my prints in a few days.

I got the rustic frames from Hobby Lobby.

Imagine my frustration to wait over the weekend 

for them to go 1/2 off.

We painted Kilz on the brown walls before we moved in.

I love the weathered 

way they turned out.

We may just leave them.

I am looking for baskets to go on the tv shelf ma-bob.

I think some like these 

I found on Pinterest would work.

source

I am in Tampa with Mark this week.

It just dawned on me that there is an Ikea down the road.

Time for a road trip.

I will let you know what I find.

Back Home

It's been forever!

I missed you!

I have lots of good excuses!

Actually, I don't know where to begin.

It has been a whirlwind since we pulled out of the driveway in Olathe, Kansas

to move back home in Florida.

It's good to be home.

My soul feels content.

There is no place like home.

The hard part is my honey has to work in Kansas 

until Thanksgiving.

Part of me is missing until we are both living under the same roof.

That which doesn't kill us, makes us stronger.

Do we really need to be stronger?

Cliche statements are annoying.

I have been crazy busy and I'll have to share in a segment of posts. 

Mark usually has The Apple. 

I only enjoy blogging on The Apple.

I have the phone ap which allows blogging. 

I even have the iPad.

I can do it but I don't enjoy it like when I'm using The Apple.

I am used to it. It's comfortable for me.

This ole dog doesn't want to learn new tricks.

Cliche statements are annoying.

I hope you are having a wonderful day.

September!

Hard to believe!

Come on Fall! 

My Heart Is Home

How many vehicles does it take to carry all my belongings?

Two U-Haul trucks, 1 U-Haul trailer and a Toyota truck.

We (Mark, Daniel, Josh, my dad and myself)

pulled out Saturday morning. 

It was bittersweet but mostly sweet.

We had 1 tire blow out about 6 hours into the trip.

It was fixed relatively quick.

I can't describe my joy as we pulled into our home in Florida.

After 3 years of being gone,

it was pure joy that flooded my soul.

Danielle was in the house with the kids.

I had no idea they were hiding around the corner.

Balloons, banners and dinner all ready for our homecoming.

Mom was here with her famous spaghetti and it did not disappoint.

Delores and Marks dad came for our arrival.

Neighbors and friends stopped by with cookies, goodies and well wishes.

Blessed is all I can say. I am truly blessed.

I laid in bed that first night and just thanked the Lord.

Three days later, I'm still unpacking boxes. 

The ole gray mare ain't what she used to be. 

It seems to take so much longer than it should.

Either that or I just own WAY too much stuff.

I'm trying to downsize.

Say a prayer for me. I really want to be more frugal.

I was thinking about it today as Mark 

and I were plundering through Lowe's.

I love Lowe's.

Everything is so pretty.

I'm like Eve in the garden of Eden. 

They know how to hang those pretty "apples" everywhere 

and I want them, all of them. 

Pretty pillows for the lawn chairs, 

lovely candles for the bugs, new paint.....

etc. You know what I mean. 

I think shopping takes real restraint.

Anyways, it is wonderful to be home. 

I'm a little delirious from all the packing and unpacking but it'll get there eventually. 

I hope.

I will fill you in more later.

Wait till you hear about the couch God gave me.

He loves me.

There's no place like home.

Hope you are having an amazingly wonderful day!

Someone Please Slap Me

If you hear me ever hear me say "I am moving" 

please just slap me.

If I never pack a box again, it will be too soon. 

When we started this venture almost 3 years ago,

I had a yard sale and got rid of tons.

It was good to purge and separate myself from 

all that we have accumulated.

I knew I would never allow myself to get caught up in the trap of 

owning too many unnecessary "things."

We moved to Albuquerque to a 2 bedroom villa.

Fast forward a year and we get transferred to Kansas.

Why, why, why a FIVE bedroom house? 

What were we thinking?

Actually, it's what we could find in the little time 

that we were allotted.

Fast forward yet again to this month.

I have been packing for weeks!

I'm so frustrated that I have so much stuff.

I blame the yard sales. They are amazing here. 

They are several days a week.

You can find a yardsale here almost any day of the week.

See my dilemma?

I'm not complaining because hallelujah! 

I am moving home!

I just needed to "vent."

I feel better now.

The movers (dad & Daniel) arrive next weekend.

I will be home in less than 2 weeks!

Glory!

Home Again, Home Again

Jiggety jog, it's good to be home.

I was away from my memory foam mattress 

for way too long.

Three weeks to be exact.

I am still in recovery mode

but I'm doing better.

I returned to find temperatures in the teens.

Brrr!!

I missed the "peak" of the leaves but it is still stunning.

This tree is in my front yard.

 The leaves have just begun to fall.

Where did this year go?

I barely remember the summer.

Some sad news in Wendy's World...

I have entered the beautiful stage of life where I need more than my drugstore reading glasses.

I visited the eye doctor a few weeks ago 

and ordered a pair of glasses.

I was anxious to get them and see if they made a difference.

I am embarrassed to admit that my house is filthy.

I've been living in a fools paradise.

I had no idea.

I spent all day yesterday cleaning my counters 

and dusting everything.

The corners of my floors were awful.

I now understand why senior adults houses are sometimes yucky.

They can't see them!

Maybe impaired vision is God's gift to the elderly?

Just wondering.

Oh well,

I plan to keep these things on my face to adjust to them.

Mark has been wearing glasses since he was a young boy so I will be thankful for all the years I didn't need them.

Two weeks until Thanksgiving!

It's going to be here before you know it.

I have so much to be thankful for.

This World Is Not My Home

Driving home from church today,

I was humming an old song that I knew from Sunday School when I was a little girl.

The words say, "this world is not my home,

I'm just-a passin' through,

My troubles are laid up

somewhere beyond the blue..."

It goes on to say, "I can't feel at home in this world anymore."

(don't make fun...
it's an "oldie but a goodie")

I told Mark that it is so true.

Not for the reason that the song indicates

but because we haven't settled anywhere.

Albuquerque for a year and now we have been in Kansas for a year.

Nothing feels like home.

Renting a house has it's pros but over-all,

it just sucks.

It's not yours.

You can't knock a wall out and make it better.

You can't paint every single wall, 

which is what I would love to do.

The good news...

It's called Grace Church.

Yes! 
I believe we have settled on a church to attend.
I know, I know!
It took us long enough.
We tried tons of churches and just 
never found a place to call "home."
I'm looking forward to getting involved.

Count your blessings if you attend a church that you love.
There not as easy to come by
as you would think.

Hope you are having a fabulous day!