Eighth Grade Banquet

Harley’s 8th Grade Graduation Banquet was Friday night.  The kids have been planning the celebration for months, and they did a fantastic job.  The food was yummy, the decorations were beautiful, and the celebration was perfect – short and sweet!

Christmas Day

Christmas morning at our house always includes three things:  1. Orange Rolls and Cinnamon Rolls for breakfast, 2. Reagan playing Santa Claus, and 3. Lots of laughing.  This year wasn’t any different except Todd and Terrance joined us.  Amazingly enough, the kids all stayed in bed until nearly 9, even though they had been awake for quite some time.

Dad

Happy Father’s Day, Dad! I love you!

Why We Ride – Three Rivers Race

Last year, after the girls and I rode in the Three Rivers Race, I said that I would explain why the race is so important to us.  I posted a slideshow about The Riders, and I wrote another post explaining our team name, Old and Bold, and the process of making The Shirts.  Unfortunately, my summer got crazy and out of hand, and I never got around to explaining the race’s importance.

Reagan, Benjamin (my nephew), and Harley riding in the Three River’s Race 2012

I Learned to Weld!

This term I am taking Design II, which focuses on 3D graphic elements.  For my most recent project, I needed to incorporate railroad tracks.  The only way to do so that was cost-effective (i.e. not buying model railroad tracks) was for me to bend the rod and learn to weld so I could put it together myself.

The project was to take an existing object and give it a “new life” with a metaphor (OMG, I hate metaphors!).

A Late Valentine

The girls and I had our pictures taken by Nelli from Sudbrock Portraits in La Grande.  My intention with the pictures was to give them as Valentine’s gifts to our family, but I did’t get them ordered in time.

So, now that they’ve been ordered and are ready to deliver, I am posting my favorites here. 

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!

My Year – 2011 In Review

Amy January 2011

I’ve been working on writing this post in my head for a while now, and I decided the only way to actually get it done was to sit down and start typing.  If a stranger looked at my life during the year 2011, they would probably think it was a horrible year that I am happy to leave behind.  They would be a little bit accurate – there were specific events and activities in 2011 that I would just as soon forget and leave behind.  With a quick glance, all the focus would be on the negative events because they were the biggest; however, on further investigation there were far more positive activities, events, and blessings that happened and outweigh all the negativity.  I’m going to re-cap my year by month, and hopefully I’ll be able to link to a previous post for each subject I talk about.

January

One of the first major things that happened in 2011 was Emma getting her Driver’s License.  

Merry Christmas!

Remember That One Time . . .

When I was in Junior High I ran cross country (I know, funny, right?).  During one of our meets, I hurt my foot.  When I told my parents about it, they just said it was just twisted and would get better.  I then walked around on my foot for at least a week (it might have been two, I can’t quite remember) when I noticed a funny bump on the side.  When I asked my mom, she thought that no, it probably wasn’t supposed to be there so off to the doctor we went.  As it turned out, I had actually broken my foot, and my parents had  forced me to walk around on it!  I’ve never really let them live that down, either.