Mine On Monday-St. George, Utah Photographer

Posted on January 11, 2010

This beautiful lady is my 93 year old grandma. I have had the privledge to live down the street from her for the past 6 years and it has been such a blessing. My kids adore her as she does them. She spoils them like a great grandma (Grams) should. She is also such a friend to me. We get together every Sunday evening to watch the Masterpiece Classic. She is spunky and smart even at her age. I sure love you Grandma!

Mine On Monday (St. George Photographer)

Posted on January 4, 2010

Well, this one will be a little different this week because I need to pay homage to a little friend who will forever hold a dear place in my heart. You see, about three weeks ago my sweet little puppy was hit by a car in front of my house and died. It has been a very hard thing for me. I am a dog lover and this little guy was the best dog you could ask for. It was really quite weird. I am very vigilant about not letting him out, but sometime between putting my kids to bed and meeting with a client he slipped out unnoticed and being so black and not street savvy I think was a bad combination. Anyway, I wanted to share a few of the things I loved about Strider.

He loved EVERYONE. You called him and he came.
He would always perch up on the back of my couch. I called him my little kitty cat.
We have a laser light and if we shined it on the ground he would chase it all over the house. It amused us for great lengths of time.
He would occasionally do the “Indie 500″…just race figure eights around the house or yard as fast as he could for no apparent reason.
If I ever got out of bed at night, for any length of time, when I returned he would be in my spot keeping it warm. He would then jump down and get on his bed.
He could shake, play dead and roll over. He would get so excited when he saw a treat though that he would do all three. I guess he figured one had to work.
He would have seizures on a fairly regular basis.
In the morning I would let him get on the bed with me and I could scratch under the covers and he would pounce at it…another reason I called him my kitty.

I could go on and on. He has been sorely missed in our home. He was a little friend and sweet little dog. He will be forever missed.

Just ignore the fact that my son has no pants on. That was a long phase for him that luckily has passed .

Mine on Monday!

Posted on December 29, 2009

Well, here is a fun little story about my oldest, Mr. J. He has always had issues with scissors…meaning, he likes to use them to cut, shall we say, unorthodox things…clothing, quilts, and most especially, his and his sister’s (5 inches last August) hair. I thought he had grown out of this phase and so I had rewarded him with some scissors in his art box, since he loves drawing etc. I was wrong and one day while combing his hair I noticed a nice bald spot right in front. I didn’t fix it for him and have been making a big point of telling him how handsome his is, except for his bald spot (I fully utilize the guilt and manipulation tactic when possible). My hubby got on board too and at church this past Sunday he was telling J how handsome he is, minus the bald spot right in front. J was quiet for a moment and then replied, “but Dad, you have a big bald spot on top of your head.”

Touche, I say.

« Previous Page