Friday, February 27, 2009

OUT OF CONTROL
















Spring cleaning came early this year. V. helped push it here with the cutting down of our 22 year old POPLAR TREES. It took US and some young men to cut, stack, and chip the trunks. When we were finished we certainly could SEE the neighborhood better. " TIME FOR A FENCE" V. built the fence in 2 weekends and I wish I had a picture of his hands after the hammering and pounding he did. They were quite swollen. The yard looks "back to normal" now and we really like it better.

B DAWG


It is time for a new DO. Bonzi's hair was cut longer this time and V. decided he didn't need a mustache any more. This cut really makes him look heavier and not quite as thinning.
I think V. secretly wants him to be a larger dog. Anyway being a dog groomer is a good
business.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Macadamia Nut Brain Cluster




I got a 2lb. tubb of these for Mom on Valentine day. They are sinful. I actually got two. Well this is the last piece, and it is waiting for Callie to eat, when you let Bonzi out tommorrow.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Another fun filled ski trip

Lori's valentine dinner she made for us. It was fabulous.
Right after Heidi left we headed to Whisperings Woods with the Dyers for another event filled weekend. Lori is finally getting the hang of it.

This is part of the old Columbia River Highway that was just uncovered and restored. Right after this picture our camera dropped and was ruined. Got a better one now.


Do my clothes clash ?



The James Invasion

























We had a crazy exciting January and Febuary. Heidi and the grandkids came to visit for a week. Every day was filled to max with activities and visits with the fam.








We went with Heidi to seaside for the day. It was the most beautiful weather I have ever seen there. 58 degrees in January. We had elephant ears, rode the carousel, played at the arcade, walked the promenade, picked up sand dollars, and finally had fish and chips at cannon beach (Ecoli's). We even saw a herd of Rosevelt Elk on the way to cannon beach.

We miss the James.