Some of the best moments.

I excite my tongue.

I feel smooth textures.

I feel melting.

I feel crunch.

I taste sweetness.

I feel the cool.

I taste the rich flavor of chocolate.

Chocolate Satin Pie.

*The similar arrangement of the utensils was pure happenstance. 

My life is good.

Word

I learned a new word for this post.

So, I will use it.

This picture is a fête for you mind.

:)

I could not put 'eye candy'. 

That is a fruit.

Work.

I will try to make you slightly jealous of the work I do.

Who would not like to be working in a place like this?

This is not a lunch break. That is my toolbox.

We have tractor races.

It was bouncy.

I won.

"Wow! I remember that!! That was a fantastic day."

I feel that I can trust that you know the times when you happen to be looking through photos and you come across great memories and you think to yourself, 

"Wow! I remember that!! That was a fantastic day." 

Then you ponder and smile at the memory of each moment that held significance of that day.

Then your thoughts are directed back to the photos that triggered these memories.

Once again you, as I did, return to the speech part of the thoughts and think,

"I don't think that I have proclaimed to the world how wonderful this day was for me by sharing these photos that I had intended for doing so. I'd better fix that even though I should go to sleep and my computer has... !!!!!!! 1% Battery!!??" (frantic search for power chord before this post is lost)

Then I continue to create this post hoping that the world may accept an increment of my joy at the memory of this day.

Thank you Baskin Robins for the awesome ice cream cone with chocolate and candies

Q, I know you get this compliment so often it has become... dull... but, je le vous diray.

You are... 'rock sauce'.

I would not mind if I had many, many more days such as this.

World, please accept a portion of the joy I wish to share with you, because this day I will remember for a long time.

Because You Are Great! You Are Amazing!

Smile!

click ^ there

Please.

I love my lips!

On the day I got my tooth

I had to kiss my Great Aunt Ruth

She had a beard, and it felt weird.

                             She had a beard and it felt weird?

She had a beard.

                                                     - Larry the Cucumber, 

                                                    Archibald the Asparagus

But really, I don't mean that.

I love my lips because I... well....

It Felt Good on My Lips.

Click on it, grooveshark is a friendly site.

I hear this song and go :D

Big smile!

You know, I've been thinking. -A dangerous pastime!- I know.

I have decided to change my blog slightly.

Simply for the reason that I can!

Visual Entertainment:

Thinking:

I have often desperately wished for my mind to give me words that would be profound and resonate truth to share with all I come in contact with. But, as someone told me the other day, I am a girl of few words. Thinking about this statement, I have found so much truth. I repeat things over and over again only using different approaches. It is a sobering thought. I have almost nothing to say to anyone. I have few questions to ask and little to speak of. I repeat. I repeat the things I hear from others, the knowledge that I gain and the experiences I have had.

I will end this post. I can see the repetition in this text, in a circular path. Can you?