My Heart’s in the Highlands

Robert Burns, 1789

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.

They Are Underwear!

After Harley’s dance class last weekend, I wrote a post about the “foot underwear” I had to order for her.  I was astonished that a piece of dance foot-wear was called foot-undiez.  Well, they arrived today, and by golly, they look just like miniature tightie-whities!

The funniest thing to me about this whole process, up until today, was that name of them, but today, when I received the package in the mail, I burst out laughing.

Little Miss Creativity

This week, Reagan has been working on a project for school.  She has been researching the Tygh Indians, who lived on the mostly on the Columbia River between the Umatilla and Deschutes Rivers.  She has several parts of the project she’s been working on; the first was a poster/drawing she made last night.  Tonight, she and Nana worked on making a 3D “diagrama” (that’s what she called it).  I think she meant diorama.  She did a fantastic job, and I am so amazed at her imagination!

Weekly Photo Challenge – Simple

N8RGRL

I am taking a design class this term.  Our most recent assignment was to create a graphic/logo.  The project was called “Name Branding”.  It is a three part project – create a logo, make a 2-dimensional brochure, and create a 3-dimensional “product” to promote the product (ourselves).  This is the graphic I created for myself.

I am a nature girl at heart, and I’ve talked about it here many times, so that part of the graphic was pretty easy.  It’s pretty simple, but it works for this project.

Just Be You

Seriously, Dad!?!?!

My dad, though a great do-it-yourself type of guy, is horribly accident prone.

One tradition that was born of all my dad’s do-it-yourself projects is one that most of us probably wish wasn’t a tradition, actually, we probably wish it didn’t exist at all. I don’t remember the actual incident that started it, but it started when my sister and I were quite young, and has continued at least annually ever since. The tradition? Well, that would be the one where my dad has a “minor” accident and ends up in the emergency room. There you have it, folks, our tradition is one of trips to the ER with my dad. I think the Grande Ronde Hospital should name its Emergency Department after him!

Snow Bunnies!

Most people who live around here know about Anthony Lakes Ski Area.  It is the local ski area, and it is about 20 miles outside of North Powder, Oregon.  When I was in high school, I started skiing, and I quickly fell in love with it.  I would spend one, if not both, weekend days on the mountain.  Sometimes I went with friends, and sometimes I would go with the “Old Dudes” (my dad and his friend, Dick).

Anthony Lakes - Beautiful!

I kept up with skiing through college, and even a little bit after Emma was born.  The last time I went skiing, though, Emma, who is now 17, was only 2-year-old.  I do still have my skis and boots, but I know my boots don’t fit, so I haven’t gone skiing since.  Another reason I haven’t gone skiing is because of my “iffy” knees.  I just don’t trust them to withstand the pressure skiing would put on them.

For the Birds!

Today.  It is a day that I would be perfectly happy just deleting from my memory.  It was a day that had a rough start, and with the exception of a small bright spot during ceramics class, just kept getting worse.

I woke up this morning cranky because I had a dream I didn’t like and I didn’t sleep well – actually, I don’t think I’ve slept really well for nearly a month now.  So, I woke up crabby, and I hate it when that happens, so that just makes me crabbier.

Seriously? Foot Underwear?

Harley used to take dance lessons (tap &  ballet) when we lived in Hermiston.  She has really wanted to get back into them, but her dad and I haven’t been able to work out the logistics of getting her to and from classes, aside from the financial commitment involved.  One of the benefits of living in Cove now and going to school full-time is that I am able to get her back and forth to lessons (and if I can’t, Mom & Dad can help me)

So, my dancer-girl, Harley, got to start dance again.