Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
My Step-Monsters, All Grown Up
The kids' Grannie recently saw my step-monsters, Glenn and Alex. The little peep in the photo is their baby sister. Thank you to Edith for sending me these photos.

Glenn and Alex, and their baby sister Dani. On the golf course in Fallon, NV.

Grannie and Alex. Alex has grown in to such a beautiful young woman!
I love you Glenn and Alex.

Glenn and Alex, and their baby sister Dani. On the golf course in Fallon, NV.

Grannie and Alex. Alex has grown in to such a beautiful young woman!
I love you Glenn and Alex.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Six Uninteresting Things That Make Me Happy
A friend of mine was encouraged to write about six things that made him happy. He posted them on his website: http://www.crissum.com/, aside from the six things, my friend is also an artist, poet, and a dozen other talented things you might be interested in.
Following his example, here are my six things:
Six Uninteresting Things That Make Me Happy:
Following his example, here are my six things:
Six Uninteresting Things That Make Me Happy:
- My son makes me laugh and smile, it's the purest kind of joy.
- When my dog trots along the trail while we're hiking but always pauses to make sure I'm still behind her.
- Sherbet.
- Flying in the helicopter with the doors off.
- Riding on the back of the Harley with my hair flying in the wind, the sun shining on my face and my arms out so I can fly like a bird.
- Thoughtful surprise gifts, just for me.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Happy Birthday Baby

There’s a ship out on the ocean,
At the mercy of the sea.
It’s been tossed about,
Lost and broken,
Wandering aimlessly.
And God somehow you know,
That ship is me.

‘Cause there’s a lighthouse,
In a harbor,
Shining faithfully.
Pouring its light out,
Across the water.
For this sinking soul to see,
That someone out there still believes in me.

On a prayer,
In a song,
I hear your voice,
And it keeps me hanging on.
Oh, raining down, against the wind.
I’m reaching out,
‘Till we reach the circle’s end.
When you come back to me again.

There’s a moment,
That we all come to.
In our own time and in our own space.
Where all that we’ve done,
We can undo,
If our hearts’ in the right place.

On a prayer,
In a song,
I hear your voice,
And it keeps me hanging on.
Oh, raining down, against the wind.
I’m reaching out,
‘Till we reach the circle’s end.
And you come back to me again.

And again I see,
My yesterday’s in front of me,
Unfolding like a mystery.
You’re changing all that is and used to be.

On a prayer,
In a song,
I hear your voice,
And it keeps me hanging on.
Oh, raining down, against the wind.
I’m reaching out,
‘Till we reach the circle’s end.
When you come back to me again.

When you come back to me again.

Happy Birthday My Sweet Love.
"When You Come Back To Me Again"
song artist Garth Brooks

"Cheesy Jessica", age 1, Summer of 1998, Hawthorne, Nevada
When you were One,
I remember:
how soft your hair was
how big and gray your eyes were
your sweet toddler scent
that week you would only eat cheese and bananas
how you liked to dance, and twirl your skirt
and how much you cherished your brother.
Happy Birthday Sis. You are loved.
Labels:
Happy Birthday,
Jessica Covoloskie,
June 29 1997
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Too Hot
Too hot to do anything fun outside, so we went to PetSmart for a little toy shopping... came home with this thing:



Thursday, June 25, 2009
Two Years Ago...
Has it really been two years since I was in Alaska? I was looking for a particular photo of a dog riding on a motorcycle. I couldn't find the hog-riding dog, but I pulled a few other photos to share. I loved Alaska, I want to go back. Now. Now would be good.

Salmon fishing.

PJ rented this plane so he could fly me to Knik Glacier. It was a beautiful day.

A Blackhawk landing behind our Talkeetna office. I was THAT close to the helicopter. The pilots would walk to a nearby cafe for lunch, the fuel truck would come and fuel the Blackhawk.

This is "Juliet". This was taken in June when the Fireweed wildflowers were in full bloom.

Me, beaming because PJ let me fly Juliet.

Salmon fishing.

PJ rented this plane so he could fly me to Knik Glacier. It was a beautiful day.

A Blackhawk landing behind our Talkeetna office. I was THAT close to the helicopter. The pilots would walk to a nearby cafe for lunch, the fuel truck would come and fuel the Blackhawk.

This is "Juliet". This was taken in June when the Fireweed wildflowers were in full bloom.

Me, beaming because PJ let me fly Juliet.
Labels:
Alaska,
Alouette Helicopter,
Blackhawk Helicopter,
Talkeetna
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Random Things
Cloudy yet Blue
It is 100 degrees outside. This is Cierra's "I don't want to come inside" face. Crazy dog.
New life.
A friend of mine brought over a cutting off another friends pothos (epipremnum) plant. The cutting was about three feet long. I cut a leafless part of it in to four pieces and stuck them in water. They seem to be happy.
Here Kitty, Kitty...
I think this would provide hours of entertainment for my dog...
(Hit the pause button on the MUSIC, on the right --> Then enjoy the movie).
(Hit the pause button on the MUSIC, on the right --> Then enjoy the movie).
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
The Legend of Arizona
The Legend of Arizona
The Devil wanted a place on earth
Sort of a summer home:
A place to spend his vacation
Whenever he wanted to roam.
So he picked out Arizona.
A place both wretched and rough.
Here the climate was to his liking
And the cowboys were hardened and tough.
He dried up the streams in the canyons
and ordered no rain to fall:
He dried up the lakes in the valleys,
Then baked and scorched it all.
Then over his barren desert
He transplanted shrubs from Hell.
The cactus, thistle and prickly pear:
The climate suited them well.
Now, the home was much to his liking.
But animal life, he had none:
So he created crawling creatures
That all mankind would shun.
First he made the rattlesnake.
With its forked poisonous tongue:
Taught it to strike and rattle
And how to swallow its young.
Then he made Scorpions and Lizards
And the ugly old Horned Toad.
He placed spiders of every description
Under rocks by the side of the road.
Then he ordered the sun to shine hotter.
Hotter and hotter still.
Until even the cactus wilted
And the old Horned Toad looked ill.
Then he gazed on his earthly kingdom.
As any creator would:
He chuckled a little up his sleeve
And admitted that it was good!
'Twas summer now and Satan lay
By a prickly pear to rest.
The sweat rolled off his wearthy brow.
So he took off his coat and vest.
'By Golly,' he finally panted,
'I did my job too well.
I'm going back where I came from:
Arizona is hotter than Hell!
-author unknown
The Devil wanted a place on earth
Sort of a summer home:
A place to spend his vacation
Whenever he wanted to roam.
So he picked out Arizona.
A place both wretched and rough.
Here the climate was to his liking
And the cowboys were hardened and tough.
He dried up the streams in the canyons
and ordered no rain to fall:
He dried up the lakes in the valleys,
Then baked and scorched it all.
Then over his barren desert
He transplanted shrubs from Hell.
The cactus, thistle and prickly pear:
The climate suited them well.
Now, the home was much to his liking.
But animal life, he had none:
So he created crawling creatures
That all mankind would shun.
First he made the rattlesnake.
With its forked poisonous tongue:
Taught it to strike and rattle
And how to swallow its young.
Then he made Scorpions and Lizards
And the ugly old Horned Toad.
He placed spiders of every description
Under rocks by the side of the road.
Then he ordered the sun to shine hotter.
Hotter and hotter still.
Until even the cactus wilted
And the old Horned Toad looked ill.
Then he gazed on his earthly kingdom.
As any creator would:
He chuckled a little up his sleeve
And admitted that it was good!
'Twas summer now and Satan lay
By a prickly pear to rest.
The sweat rolled off his wearthy brow.
So he took off his coat and vest.
'By Golly,' he finally panted,
'I did my job too well.
I'm going back where I came from:
Arizona is hotter than Hell!
-author unknown
Labels:
"The Legend of Arizona"
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Happy Father's Day
For PJ from Cierra:
"A Father's Day Poem From the Dog"
You feed me when I'm hungry,
You keep water in my dish,
You let me sleep on anything,
Or in any place I wish.
You sometimes let me lick your hands,
Or even lick your face,
Despite the fact I've licked myself,
In every private place.
You taught me how to come when called,
You taught me how to sit,
You always let me go outside,
So I can take a sh... Stroll.
You'll always have my loyalty,
Up to the bitter end,
'Cause after all, it's plain to see...
You are a dog's best friend!
-author unknown
"A Father's Day Poem From the Dog"
You feed me when I'm hungry,
You keep water in my dish,
You let me sleep on anything,
Or in any place I wish.
You sometimes let me lick your hands,
Or even lick your face,
Despite the fact I've licked myself,
In every private place.
You taught me how to come when called,
You taught me how to sit,
You always let me go outside,
So I can take a sh... Stroll.
You'll always have my loyalty,
Up to the bitter end,
'Cause after all, it's plain to see...
You are a dog's best friend!
-author unknown
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
A Few Back Yard Photos
Uninvited guests at the hummingbird feeder.
Hummer coming in for a landing but there's a big fat intruder at the feeder.
Hummer waiting for fatty to leave.
Just one hummer.
Woof.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
John's Baja 500 Movie
These are some of John's video clips taken during his trip to California and Mexico to watch the Baja 500.
A similar, but slightly shorter movie is on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMG5dOFDlNg
(Hit the pause button on the MUSIC, on the right --> Then enjoy the movie).
A similar, but slightly shorter movie is on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMG5dOFDlNg
(Hit the pause button on the MUSIC, on the right --> Then enjoy the movie).
Son + Mom = Happy Me!
My son is here, yay!
My little ray of sunshine.
This is "the little kitty", she went to stay with my mom when I went to Alaska. My mom won't give her back. But, the little kitty is happy, so she stays.
The old mexican hutch at my mom's house, a gift from a long time friend.
My mom loves this hutch.
One of the horses at my mom's house.
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