There is...Another

Last Saturday, Roo and I were running some errands and went to Petsmart to get Lando some more dog food. The problem is that we are a couple of suckers for animals and the pet adoption people knew it. Inside the store were a bunch of homeless pets, one of which was a one year old green-eyed cat. At first we just looked, then we held her, and before we knew it, we were buying a cat along with our dog food. 

Lando has taken the new addition pretty well. He likes to nip at her until she swipes his face with her little white paw. I guess she's a little feisty--just like her namesake, 

Leia. 

When they aren't chasing each other, they get along famously!

Four down, Infinity to Go

We got married four years ago today.

Time flies when you're having fun!

What Kind of Dog is That?

A few days ago, Roo was taking Lando out for a walk when he met a little neighbor kid who took an interest in the dog.

"What kind of dog is that?" he asked.

Roo was about to answer, but the kid didn't need him to. He looked at the dog  and said, "He looks like he's part wiener dog part...(he thought for a second)...crazy."

How right you are, my friend...how right you are.

Wolf Creek--The Stuff of Legends

It is interesting how we are still getting to know our parents and our past even after years of living right next to them. Last weekend Roo and I went along with my dad camping with his side of the family. We drove up together in dad's pickup, Roo with Lando on his lap and me in the middle. It was cozy and made for excellent conversation. We drove through Park City up the mountain to Wolf Creek, the site of Wright family campouts and sheep herding for decades. My dad and his dad and his dad had worked and played here for years and years, and on the drive up we listened to my dad reminisce and retell the old legends and stories that happened here. 

Wolf Creek is true wilderness, and the view to the valley below is breathtaking. After an evening of reminiscing and smore making, we spent the next day hiking. My dad led us into his family's old campsite, which has been closed to vehicles for years. As we walked through the woods, we found carvings made by my grandfather, my own father, and my many relatives over the years. Some call it vandalism, but it felt like seeing a part of my own history to see my grandfather's 1944 carving--like part of him is still ali

ve here. It was neat to see how thrilled my dad was to see the place of so many idyllic childhood memories. We were returning to the homeland.  I'm glad he took us with him.

             NORMAN WRIGHT 8/5/1944 (my grandpa)       

         

JOEL WRIGHT '74 (my dad)

Dad next to the carving that tells the story of the bear grandpa shot from right there.

Dad pointing out the places heard of in years of stories

Me holding a filthy creature I caught that followed us there

Leaving our mark for our grandkids

Phillips Family Treasures

Some things that were, should never be forgotten....










Like Rick's hair....














and Spencer in high school....






and Philip Seymour Hoffman (Ricky).....














Who could forget the 4th member of the Beastie Boys?










And of course, this sweet little number....

I Guess I Need a Tan...or a Harpoon.

On Sunday, my nephew Jordan who is four and very, very intelligent and observant was noticing my pasty white skin when he made the following observation:


"Annie, your skin is so white. You look like a Beluga whale with hair."


This is a Beluga Whale.


This is a Beluga Whale with hair (i.e. My spitting image)

Flattering words, indeed. If I weren't laughing so hard at the mental image, I might have taken offense.