Thursday, March 12, 2009

Daddy's chest


I have been busy learning how to create digital scrapbooks. This is one of my first pages. The learning curve has been a bit steep for me but I sure am having fun. And heck, with such wonderful subject matter, how can I make a bad layout?

Thursday, February 19, 2009





As good as it gets!

The latest picts of beautiful Haylee. I was able to go up to St. George for a week and spend some serious cuddling time with this sweet thing. I'm back in Tucson and missing this little family like crazy.







Thanks for such a great visit BJ and Ambie! And thanks for patiently humoring my camera habit. Hope it was worth it.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Baby Haylee Raye


Amber about an hour before delivery
(Aren't epidurals great)




"Hi Mom!"



"Now where did they say my thumb would be?"






The proud Doctor




"Hi Dad."







Some family time.




"...and then my thumb was in the wrong place and I was going like, 'Hey, I think that's my toe', and then I like poked my eye out and the dumb doctor didn't do anything, and then I started like screaming and everthing, and everybody just kept taking dumb pictures and I was..."





"Hi Everybody! I feel better now and I think I'm gonna take a lit t l e s n o o
z e..."





Home at last!








"Daddy helping with my first bath. Hey, nobody said I would have to do this naked, and hey, put that dumb camera away. Oh, that water feels funny. I think I'm gonna start..."










Thursday, November 6, 2008

Dedicated to my unborn grandchild, Haylee Ray

Hey you guys, check out my new You Tube video. Ok, it's actually a slide show that I put together with music. Anyway, it's my first You Tube upload. I'm so excited. I'm published! Well, sorta.

Turn off Bach before you click on the link so you can hear it. The music will start before the first photo so be patient for the visual.

This is dedicated to my yet to be born grandchild Haylee Raye.

Hope it works!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZ3XKMFx444

Monday, November 3, 2008

Anticipation raced through her blood as she curled tightly in the tiny box. Her black costume was wrapped carefully around her body and sweat tickled her face under the plastic mask. She was the 'WOW' factor of the entire haunted house. And she knew it.
The haunted house had been planned for weeks. Every detail had been ironed out to create the greatest impact. Dead bodies were draped on the ground and hanging from the rafters. Ghosts and ghouls floated about screaming dramatically. Some creatures popped in and out behind drapes and walls at random. Carefully planned chaos. And right in the middle of it all stood an invisible black box in a tiny black walled room. Sudden silence and total blackness. Her job was more difficult than the rest. She had to judge carefully where the guests were and how quickly they were approaching her box. Her timing had to be perfect, her voice perfectly distorted, her flashlight positioned just so...and then, in one frighting fluid motion, she would leap up, scream and turn on the flashlight. Heart beats would stop. Guests would jump back. Arms would flail. She could always tell if she nailed it.
This particular guest, however, was different. She could hear him poking the dead bodies, laughing at the ghosts and teasing the pop-out ghouls. It was her dad, and she wanted more than anything to scare the pants off of him. And suddenly the silence fell and the blackness enveloped the entire scene. It was all up to her. Her timing, her voice, her flashlight...the tickle of sweat she almost scratched. The seconds seemed like minutes as she
listened intently for his movement toward the invisible box, toward her...and then
JUMP, SCREAM, FLASHLIGHT ON!
It was over as soon as it happened. She watched hopefully for the indications that she had nailed it. The sudden gasp and flailing arms.
He reached out and gently rubbed her ears, "I love you Shelly", he whispered.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Alex (Andrea's boyfriend) as "the Joker"


The haunted house turned out to be a hoot. Everyone that went in either came out scared or laughing.




The best comments of the night were




(3 saucer eyed eight year old boys as they came out)..."Are those dead guys in there real?"




(Portly black woman with thick southern accent before she went in)..."Is sombody going to touch me? YOU ALL KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELVES NOW!"