Daddy Daughter Date

When I was younger and living at home one of the things my parents and I enjoyed doing was Mountain Manning. We would spend a lot of time camping and enjoying the great outdoors. Every May we would camp up Left hand for weeks and enjoy participating in rendezvous.

Just like everyone else's life, mine changed. Some changes I thought would not be easy and some I thought would be a breeze and are not. One thing remains the same.

My dad still comes camping with me as often as he can. Sometimes he just makes a day trip and enjoys teasing and socializing but none the less he comes. We have a great timed doing what ever it is we are doing. This past summer my dad even tried beading. Most of all we like to shoot guns. This is a family fun activity. Dad is usually full of jokes and enjoys helping out doing what ever is needed in camp.
Here is a snap shot look at a Daddy and a Daughter still enjoying things the old way...even if life has changed.

I Love BBQ's

So glad I'm not a tennis ball

When the dogs are being quiet I should know they are up to no good. Instead I keep doing my own work passing by the office I see black specks that look much like a smiley face...What have you been chewing Bella. All I can find is a piece that is about the size of an apricot. Then I notice some have fur on them. Her tennis ball is in tiny intsiey winseiy pieces.

In the closet

Last night after returning from the baseball game I was sitting on the bed telling a story about my day when my husband who had his T shirt over his head, ran into the closet, shut the door, and didn't turn the light on. I stopped my story and sat there dumbfounded. I could not figure out, first off, why John was running. Secondly I couldn't understand why he was in the closet with the light off. Just as I was unfreezing and getting ready to walk over to the closet he opened the door and with the biggest shit eating grin exclaimed, "It glows in the dark. They eyes they glow!"

Some day you will thank me

Lately, when I try to take pictures, I hear about how no one really wants to know every thing I write about. I have tried to censor out the not needed info like when I last used the bathroom, how much poop is in the yard, what the dust bunnies under the bed looked like, how many times I took the trash out. Nash and I get in trouble because when we come out of the bathroom we talk about putting it in a blog. Every picture I take of late, has a middle finger in front of the face. So I have started saying that I am just trying to get the perfect funeral photo. Some people think that is morbid but in my line of work that's an important thing. So now I have resorted to taking photos while the big guy is sleeping. I think they will come in handy some day when I am looking for the perfect funeral photos. You see if I just blow this up too life size....it will find the perfect spot at the top of the casket and I won't have to pay for a flower spray because I can just use a blanket to cover the rest and it will look perfect.

Dawnna this post is for you. If it doesn't get a response then I guess he has stopped reading:)

Poppy, Poppy, Poppy

This is my favorite flower. They are so beutiful and look so hardy yet they don't keep so well if you cut them and bring them inside. I love to cook with them and I have found a lot of ways to use those little seeds. I was amazed to see them used at the Cache County Fair in the "City Seed Scapes" you know, those cool panoramas that are supposed to be made out of different seeds.

This hill is breath taking in May. It looks like this for the whole block. I always want to stop and dig up a few plants to put in my own yard but never have. So here they are. My photo that is now my screen and part of my slide show;0

I hate pine trees

Pine trees are not my favorite. I hate that the sap gets every where. I hate that the needles fall out and they are not rake able until there are at least three inches of them. I hate that they take all of the water out of that side of the grass. I hate that the grass won't grow under them. I hate that they grow very fast, or so it seems. Just chopped of lots of limbs a year ago and they are already back. I hate that when the wind blows the branches make creepy noises on the window. I hate that the cat can climb up the tree really high but can't climb down it. I hate that the roots come through my grass, side walk and clear into places at least 10 feet from the tree.

Why after that whole list was I so excited about the tree when we bought this home?

That's because it reminded me of the trees that used to be in front of my parents. I thought about climbing to the tall branches and looking out seeing the whole world. I remember having a house under the branches. We used the fallen needles as carpet and would pile them in rows to designate the different rooms. I loved to Tonka truck under the trees. The trees grew so tall that I could climb out of my bedroom window and climb down the tree. They were great shade in the summer and when winter hit they helped make the biggest snow piles ever. We always had a "boat" to float down the ditch because there was a never ending supply of cones.