...She was strong enough to chase the, "happily ever after," and smart enough to know that, sometimes, stopping to enjoy the "happily right now" was pretty good too... Here you will find highlights of my life. My crazy little thing called life...
Showing posts with label Jake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jake. Show all posts
Monday, April 5, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Family Ties....
My family and Tommy spent the day relaxing at Janice and Mark's house in Ladera. Football, food, cards, naps...
Janice and Mark
A glass of vino at the end of the night. I love my papa!
Tommy flies home to Memphis tomorrow, Dana and Nick are headed back to Portland and my mom, dad and Jake will drive back to Borrego.
It's been a great 10 days and I'm feeling sad that life returns back to normal on Monday. I'm grateful for all of the fun times and memories made over Christmas and New Years. I am so blessed!
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Saturday, May 9, 2009
An afternoon with Jake...
I had to make a trip to Brawley, California to stand before the judge for a, "traffic violation." I was ready to plea my case and hope that I would be blessed with a warning, when Mr. (not so courteous) CHP officer did not show up to court and the judge graciously dismissed my ticket. I was relieved to have dodged a hefty fee and / or a traffic school experience.
I stopped at my parents house in Borrego Springs to have some family time. Family time equals time outside playing with Jake. Jake, like his papa, would go 100 miles an hour all the time if he only had the chance.
I was burning cd's when I felt his paw constantly tapping my knee. I looked down and he had a cd in mouth, ready to play catch.
I have to show y'all Jake's (seven second) debut of showing off his mid air form while catching a ball....
...And then diving to the bottom of the pool to retrieve his toy. Take note of his balletic pointed toes.
Jake and my parents head back up to Oregon next week. Since it was 116 degrees in the desert this week, I guess it's time for them to return to the beauty and moderate temperatures of Central Oregon. When the plants are dying and my dad can't play 17 holes of gold, it their cue to head back up North! Who would have thought that my parents would ever be snow birds?
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