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Just for fun... and what I'm really doing

Thanks Kristen for posting this fun little ditty. Mine is spot on! I'd LOOOOOOVE to sit down and reminisce with an open journal, Bible and a pumpkin latte this morning... but it's not happenin! If you scroll down you'll see what I'm really doing and why I probably won't be able to blog much less sit down for a nice latte in the next few days or so.

You Are a Pumpkin Latte

You are always up for a celebration. You are a very festive person.

You look forward to every holiday, and you are nostalgic for good times after they're over.

You appreciate the small things that make life special. You love little treats.

You often look at the world with childlike wonder. There's so much to enjoy!


  1. :) Yum that latte looks delicious! Remodelding huh? Have fun!

  2. Wow, I love DIYers!! You go! Reminds me of when me and my husband decided to tile our fireplace with slate to cover the 1970s brick that was on it. It's a story! It's a wonderful thing to work together with your husband on projects.

  3. Oh my! I have done that before and you are right you won't have much time for blggin'.

    It will pay off and be beautiful I'm sure.


  4. Wow! That's hard work. I'v just given you an award on my blog beacause you are an inspiration to me. xo

  5. Blessings Sheila...You are really hard at work...or you are hardly working! What a task! But since you're a pumpkin & a princess, You'd better be done by midnight!

    It'll all be worth it when it's finished!

  6. Are you putting down wood floors? We ust did that in our living and dining room. What a job!

  7. Yeah Gina, actually we're putting down laminate floors. It's all in except the baseboards... what a job! Looks nice though!


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