Naked Gardening

That's just how we do it here in Vegas

Fork?

Please explain Daddy, what's that pointy thing for? My mom said it's just one more stinkin' thing she has to wash, so why bother. She has to wash me anyway, so let's eliminate the middle "man" known as the fork. Thank You.

Scout

Scout, Scouty McScout Pants, Scouter, Smoosh, Pee-Foot, Drooly McDrool Pants, Whichever you prefer...go for it! She's adopted many names in her two and half years. I think she's looking at me like this because she's confused about who she really is. Identity Crisis. It happens to the best of 'em. Poor thing. Anyone else wanna take a shot at what she's thinking? I'd love to hear your thoughts. What about this one?

There is absolutely, postitively, without a doubt, under any circumstance no explaination whatsoever for this.

And her most recent name...Weirdo.

Hair Today...er...uh...well...maybe not.

As my sister Angie said of my nephew Ben: Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow...

Problem with that is that Ben had hair. A lot of hair. Long hair. Curly hair. Thick hair. Get my drift... A LOT OF HAIR. I thought that title was so appropriate for a haircut. However, when you're cutting this hair, the barely there, white, blonde, scarce, baby hair, not so much. Oh well!

This is Anthony's first haircut, just after he turned one! He had the best barber in the world, trained at the Conair Clippers Pamphlet School of Trimming. Tony worked those clippers like a pro. And the client...he was happy. Not a great tipper, but no complaints about the 'do.

I'm not sure he knew he was actually getting his hair cut. He thinks he just got to play with something that's normally "off-limits"Yes, another satisfied customer from Mr. Tony, Professional Hair Trimmer Trained at the Conair Clippers Pamphlet School of Trimming. His schedule is booked for months, so if you want an appointment, it doesn't look good, sorry.

Bug Man and Bug Boy

Bugs are problem here in the desert...But don't worry, we have these guys to make sure that those pesky pests aren't a problem... There they are now...looking for the bugs, to squish, squash, and spray.

I think the little apprentice may have found something promising...

Note to self:

Thoroughly check your garbage can before taking it out. You never know what may have found it's way in.

Happy Father's Day!

Dear Dad,
Happy Father's Day! You're the best dad a girl could ask for. And the best "Pop" a grandkid could ask for. Although I've graduated to adulthood, you continue to DO, DO, DO. "Dad, I don't like the mirrors in my dining room!" Mirrors down, wall patched, textured, primed and painted. "Dad, I can't find the bookshelves I want in Vegas, can you go to Target, see if they have 'em, buy 'em, and drive 'em to Vegas?" I have 7 matching bookshelves. "Dad, we're flying in around 11." Flight delayed, late, LATE, LATE. Dad's there to pick us up. "Dad, can you go check out a car I called on, buy it and I'll come pick it up this weekend?" Car purchased, washed and gassed. "Dad, I don't need this car anymore, but am having a hard time selling it...can you come drive it back to Utah and sell it for me?" Car transported and sold. "Dad, I gotta get all my stuff to Vegas, can you drive me there, in the world's biggest heap of a truck, drop me and the stuff off, then turn around and drive back?" Here, in Vegas with a truck load full of crap. My crap.

I know this is a super short list, but if I wrote everything you've done and continue to do for me, we'd both be here a while! You're the best example to me and have never let me down. We've had countless daddy/daughter dates, which I cherish. And lots of laughs. I'll never forget you taking me square dancing in the 3rd grade, or waking me up, so I could drive you to the airport so I could have your car the days you were out of town. Trips to Iceburg and shared Hostess cupcakes. Trips to Hires and more recently, In-N-Out. You're the most giving, selfless, generous man I know. I love you so much and I'm so thankful for you. Happy Father's Day!

Love,
Your Little Girl