What better way to spend Memorial Day than surrounded by family? A big thank you to all those men and women who serve so that we can enjoy a peaceful evening with our loved ones. I love America!
June 2025
3 months ago
Why do I have a picture of a dog on my blog? That's a good question. The dog pictured here is Tracker and he was the source of fear for me on more than one occasion. He's trimmed up here, but usually his hair is grown over his eyes and he looks like a giant mop. He used to greet me at my car door when I pulled in from work late at night, big hairy creature scared the heck out of me! He's really a gentle giant though:)
I also got to spend time with one of my best friends from college. Her daughter and Taj hit it off quite well:) She showed him the ropes on stairway safety...he didn't even fall once, thank heavens! They even shared a cookie together, now that's a true friend!
This is what I call the swirling torrent of death. Those steps are steeper than you think and you'll come over the side of that thing if you're not careful. I laughed at Brannon coming down it with Taj because I've never seen a grown man look like a beetle on its back with legs in the air and spinning in circles all the way down. They nearly came off it backwards. Karma came around the next day when I took Taj down it and ended up backwards with a monster wedgie. I think there's a reason they don't make slides like this anymore!
This monkey achieved what I couldn't on the playground: he climbed UP the slide all the way back out at the top. I always tried climbing up the slide the "wrong" way when I was a kid...it was the thing to do, a show of superiority at the playground I guess...
I got to spend a couple days with my best friend from grade school on this trip. Aren't her kids gorgeous?! I asked them to make a silly face and Taj didn't know what to think of that:)
This guy lives for the park, so we hit it even when we're out of town.

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Last weekend we hit the road again and drove until the black top ended. There is something about a small town that is soothing and healing to some, obscure to others. For us though, going back home to our small towns is like coming home to ourselves again. I guess there's just a part of us that comes alive when we see the city in our rearview mirror. On this trip I decided to take pictures of the old buildings we saw along the way. Really, small towns hold a lot more history than the city sometimes because some things just stay the way they were 50 years ago. I've decided that since we travel so much, that I'm going to do a little photo album dedicated to small towns. I've always loved old buildings and history, so I'm putting my camera to good use. I don't know that Brannon is thrilled to take the scenic route on our trips, but he's a good sport. We always stop and have fun along the way though:)
Sunday Brannon was home so we took a drive up Farmington canyon since the weather was so beautiful. This boy loves water and throwing rocks!
My little pirahna boy.





lol...honestly people, that is why you see a man holding this shopping bag....
This is the church where my grandma and grandpa got married. It's like the cute little white church I imagine couples getting married in in all those love stories. This is in Nucla, CO. My mom is from this small backwoods town in Colorado. It's almost like going back in time when we go to visit family that still lives here.
This is what I call a redneck treehouse. My mom said that the slide is from the swimming pool she used to swim at when she was a little girl. This is actually in Naturita, CO, just five minutes south of Nucla. Both towns are pretty poverty stricken and in disrepair. It's literally unlike anything I've seen before. You would be amazed at what people live in. There are only a handful of actual "houses" in Naturita and the rest of the town is like a giant trailor park, but most people are happy here living the simple life. Just goes to show that it doesn't take much to be happy. I just had to get a picture of this treehouse though. It kinda reminds me of the Grinch's lair on "How the Grinch stole Christmas." We still like to tease my mom about her "redneck" roots in Colorado..jpg)
I know these pics are super out of order, but I'm giving myself a gold star just for posting tonight. Brannon got me a new camera for mother's day, so I played around with it a bit at the reception.
"Hey everyone, where did our grandmas go?" "Oh wait, there they are!"
This kid was just begging to get outside and tear the place up.
He graciously allowed me one shot looking into the camera and even managed a half smile...
This was my sister's wedding cake: 400 cupcakes. Brannon had to pick them up in Provo on his way down and drive for five hours with the AC going full blast so they didn't melt, what a trooper!
This is the Hyland Hotel in Monticello where my sister had her reception. It's actually a historic site now, but they rent it out for such occasions. It's a super cool venue if you're going for vintage/antique themes.
All I wanted is a picture, is that so much to ask? A demon took over my child on my sister's wedding day. That's what happens when he won't go to sleep until 1:00 a.m. We fought him all day long, which made for two tired, cranky parents at the end of the day. That's parenthood though right?