Find Pleasure in Simple Things...

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Originally Posted by Limited GM

5yrs ago I bought a bike in MN, while living in GA. I flew up and rode it home, stopping at a friends house in KY. The next morning him and his daughter was leading me out to the interstate when he hit a horse resulting in his death and an air ride for his daughter. I held his hand while he died. After everythingwas done that could be, I continued onto Chattanooga to another friends house and spent the night. I went to bed worrying that the next day was when "it"would hit, as I'd kept my wits pretty well to this point.

the next morning I awoke and there was an adjoining bathroom where my friends wife was getting ready for work. I could hear the water running, her drying off, the tink of her hair brush against the sink, makeup containers being moved,....I can't explain it, but those were comforting sounds that kept me together.

I can still hear those sounds from memory.

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Yeah. That's a good one. Some things just touch us on an instinctual level after a tragedy.

I like listening to the sounds my house makes both early in the morning while I drink coffee or late at night just before falling asleep. I also really enjoy listening to the heavy breathing and other slight noises my little dog, Lola, makes as she falls asleep cuddled in the crook of my arm with her head on my shoulder. Very soothing for some reason.

Puppy breath.

Simply opening up the envelope containing my income tax refund check and spotting the amount which is much larger than ORIGINALLY thought I'd be getting back. What a great feeling!

The silence of falling snow at night.

A cold, rainy morning with no where to go.

Crawling into bed next to my wife after being on a workshift for 4 nights.

The amazing greeting I get from my dogs when I get home after being on a workshift for 4 nights (it's as if they haven't seen me in a year).

Sitting down in the reloading room to load a few hundred rounds on a dreary, overcast (or rainy) day.

Being the first one to wake up, let the dogs outside and walk around in the dimly lit house.

And I guess thats about it for now.

I wouldn't want to ever be without the feeling of spotting a properly filled pair of yoga pants either. Just saying....

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Originally Posted by Limited GM

I wouldn't want to ever be without the feeling of spotting a properly filled pair of yoga pants either. Just saying....

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You downward dog you...

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Originally Posted by Limited GM

I wouldn't want to ever be without the feeling of spotting a properly filled pair of yoga pants either. Just saying....

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I wish you would've phrased that differently...like "looking at a" pair of yoga pants. There's just something wrong with "spotting yoga pants".

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Originally Posted by MarkCO

...Being alone on top of a 14er. ...

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...while listening to the wind and taking in everything around you.

The smell of bread and warmth of the kitchen while baking...

All the "firsts" I experienced with each of my kids ...

An ice cold coca cola in a glass after a long workout in the summer.


ETA Post super bowl CC advertisement... not so sure anymore. Hell that commercial was disgusting.