How do kids grow up so fast?

I was telling Willard the other day how cute he was when he was little, . . . he just looked at me.

I went to Bailey's first baseball game on Wednesday, she looked so cute all decked out in her new uniform, her hat pulled down so she could just see out, her hair in braids, that made her easy to pick out when she was out in the field. When it was her turn to bat none of us could take our eyes off of her, she even got a hit. It was so fun to watch a bunch of seven year olds play for the first time, I couldn't help but think of Trevor and Patrick playing ball when they were little. Trevor was so small he always got the number 2 jersey, which worked out nice with his initials being T.W.O. So after a while he picked the number 2 before anyone else could get it. One of the first games Patrick played in he rolled the ball to the first baseman after he figured out that the poor kid just couldn't catch it. We had a lot of fun made some friends and got a good tan too. Soccer, baseball, football, basketball, practices, games and fundraisers, then throw in a bunch of golf, ah.... those were the days, no wonder I was crazy, but somehow watching my grand daughter play, all I could do was wonder where the years went.

I don't want that job

Willard, you should have seen the dam workers.



On our way to Cedar we crossed the Hover Dam just like we have a hundred times, but this time there was a helicopter flying so close to one of the high voltage power lines that it graped our attention, then when we looked a little closer we saw a man in a basket cage kind of a thing hanging from a line attached to the helicopter, then if that wasn't enough he snapped himself to one of the power poles and the helicopter took off. I don't know which is worse working on high voltage power lines or having to hang from a line and blowing in the breeze to get to your job. Oh and just one more thing, these guys are going to have to get picked up when they're finished, or maybe they'll just take the stairs down.

I'm not as old as I could be

Hey Willard how old do you think I am? . . . don't answer that.

Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered who was looking back at you? Today while I was brushing my teeth I caught a glimpse of myself and then did a double take. . . man I'm old and just when did my eyebrows get so low? and what's up with all the wrinkles? and those age spots, boy who'd a thought I would get old, It seems to me I look more like my mother than myself.

oh! Baby

I can't help it, I just love these bright doors, but they are nothing without a cute kid in front of them. Oh! and next time you want to take a golf cart for a spin, let us know first.

Susan and Justin's blog - a must see-

Susan and Justin will celebrate their first anniversary the end of December, but if you want to know what they have been up to for the last few months you should visit their blog. lemonademakers. They have lots of posts and pictures, but it's not your regular blog, they started it about the time they found out about Susan's colon cancer, for me it has been a place to check in and see how she's doing but I have learned so much about colon cancer (don't wait to be 50 to be tested) and the strength of Susan and Justin that I thought it was time to share. I hope you visit and take the time to read a few posts, go back to the beginning and glance through some older posts too. Susan inspires me, this is a time when most people would pull back and maybe even want to be alone, but not Susan, together with Justin they share their ups and downs. About 2 weeks ago Lennie and I went to Tempe to tend our granddaughter Rachel so her mom and dad could run in the "Undy 5000" for Susan, what a sight that was people dressed in their best and funniest underwear, all the the name of colon cancer. So visit the blog get to know Susan and Justin and get tested.

Arizona afternoon

Count down to graduation !

In Love

Even with all the friends and family around, Austin and Dayna seemed to be in their own little world.

Under the Apple Tree

I was lucky enough to be at my parent's house just in time to help pick apples with my daughter and granddaughter and pick up a few bottles of my mom's pickles, which I love almost more than rocky road ice-cream.

You just got to love kids!

You never know what kids are thinking, or what they will do next.