We are very excited and nervous to be the parents of a little girl in August.








Sometimes we get so busy rushing from one place to the other, trying to squeeze that one last thing in or take that phone call that we forget to think about the important small things in life. A few months ago, I took my periodic day trip to Evanston, WY to visit Grandpa Earl. We have always been close and when I go visit he is very excited. I usually offer to drive him around so I can “get back sooner” and don’t have to be bothered with his pace of life. My last visit I took Tyson with me and suggested he drive when we got there. He did this and to my dismay he drove 20 under the speed limit (as my Grandpa does) and pulled over many times to let the other busy traffic get by.
When I finally calmed down enough to remember I was here to see my Grandpa, I had time to sit and listen to stories of his younger life I never would have heard if I didn’t slow down and pay attention to the small things like holding his hand as we drove down the road enjoying our time together. Driving home I couldn’t help the tears than snuck out as I smiled and couldn’t remember the last time I so enjoyed my visit. It just took a few minutes for Tyson to realize just how great this man is!
Now that he is in the hospital I think the only thing that pulled him through was the promise Tyson made to him that once he was better he would once again be able to go hunting (from the truck) and fishing. These men are two peas in a pod...no wonder I love Tyson so much :)
We thoroughly enjoyed our lolly gagging around Sunday and Monday. We took a loop through Beaver Mountain, were we drove for an hour or two on dirt roads stopping to let the dog swim in the pond. He would spend hours and hours swimming if we let him. He loves to shake on you especially if he has chased his stick into a muddy patch.
We came down fish haven canyon and stopped in Fish Haven at the small grocery store to check our last lottery ticket and get another. On to St. Charles to check in with Grandpa Fry and we made our way through Paris and up to Lava Ranches and spent the evening warming up with
Doug and Sheryl. The next day we just took our time getting home. It was nice after the over-excitement on Saturday.
The main event, Xavier Rudd was even better than expected…and we had HIGH hopes. On the drive down to Salt Lake we were saying that with his new CD that is a little bit of a change from his old ones, we knew the show would be good but didn’t know what to expect. Holy Cow!! We were
right up in front of the stage and there were times I turned around to make sure Tyson was still right behind me and he was standing, jaw dropped just staring (and I have to admit I found myself doing the same a couple times). I can’t say enough good things, but I’m ready to see him again!! For those who don’t know this guy, he is from Australia where he Dad is or was Prime Minister. He plays a guitar (well he switches between a couple), three didgeridoos, drums with his feet, and percussion all while he sings and he is a damn good writer. Absolutely amazing!! I’m blown away. The crowd was
amazing. They gave him their full attention and kept shouting thank you for coming and you’re the best. It may have been the best show of the summer…only one real contender on the 11th is John Butler Trio. I’ll keep you posted, but I don’t know how he can top it! Maybe a tie.

Libe. Chopper and Libe became fast friends, only they had different ideas of playing together. Libe likes to rough house and run around. Chopper likes to fight over his ball...which i took up with us. So Chopper kept sticking his ball in Libe's face and Libe just wanted to play. Finally, as we sat there chatting before we left Libe had it. She just doesn't understand the ball so she took from Chopper, dug a hole (man can that girl dig - 4 swipes and it was about a foot deep...) and started to bury his ball. Can't say Chopper was too excited about that. 
On my birthday this year, our dear roommate called and mentioned that he had a new puppy at the house. Little did we know that the picture here is the "small" (temporary) version. This 3 1/2 month old puppy is almost as big as our full grown yellow lab...ahhh. Holger is a Cane Corso Mastiff and will be huge. I mean huge 130+ pounds. At first he was an interesting addition to our home (he immediately peed all over my bare feet). Chopper now knows he is not being replaced, so he love him...and as you can see he is a cute little sucker.