Colors

I LOVE the colors that come along with Easter.  They are light, happy and "fresh".  

Lately my eyes have been drawn to lighter colors.  Whites, creams, turquoise, lighter blues... grey - you get the picture.  

{this picture is from last year}

Since moving I have wanted to re-do everything.  I have all these images in my mind of what and how I want things... ya know it just costs a few dinero.  To say the least.   

One of the main problems is that where we are living isn't even "ours"... so  most pictures in my mind really will not happen - yet.  Anyway - at least we have a place, right?  Right!

The other night {this is completely different topic - don't mind me} I was at a Young Women's activity and I had to explain a game we were doing.  Now, I don't have problems with speaking in front of groups... but I do have a problem pronouncing words.  Always have, always will.  Not sure why.  Really it is the least of my problems.  

- Actually while Spence and I were in Michigan {living}, I was attending a Junior College for some classes and in my political science class all the students thought I was from another country... or from the sticks?... they said I had an accent?  I told them I was from the west coast, but no... not another country.  Well, it was as far as another country would be... but still.    So - I try to avoid certain words... just because I know I say them wrong, but I can't "kick" them, so it is what it is.  {is it funny my major would have been broadcasting journalism if I stuck it out at BYU?}

{Back to Y.W.}

I was describing some of the items on a try for the game, and one item was a crayon.  An orange crayon to be specific.  So I said "crayon", and everyone - in unison - {about 30 people or more} started to giggle and said "do you mean CRAY-ON", whatever.  

I pronounce crayon like so: cr-en.  Always have, always will.  It is annoying to say "cray-yyyooon", and most people get what I am saying.  

I will say that since moving from MI, I have tried to pronounce my words better.  Such as "mounTian" - like a lot of happy valley {Utah} dwellers, I often say moun{silent/soft "T"}-unn, buTTon = but-unn   

I blame my mother - who is from Utah, and my father from Idaho.  Really, my dad should take more blame... sorry dad.  This is a man who still says "she says, and he says"  not to mention  the days of the week "Wensdee, Thursdee..."  

In my father's defense, I know few others who know as many words... and their definitions as my father.  He is, one eloquent man.   But because I need to blame someone for my "issues", I blame them.  wink wink. 

'nuff said.