Sunday, November 30, 2008

Day 30


A Thanksgiving Quip

Mama: If I ever get to the life stage of requiring a nursing home, just take me hunting.
Family: ???
Mama: As in, "Oops!" Misfire. There goes Grandma.

Parents keep life interesting...

Day 29

The pony named Princess

Friday, November 28, 2008

Day 28 -what are YOU thankful for?

In lieu of Thanksgiving, I wanted to post a few pictures of things that I'm thankful for. So this morning, I started snapping shots of things I love. I couldn't quit.

Remember the song, "...count your blessings, name them one by one..."? I started this morning, and I believe I'll be here until next Thanksgiving, still counting. I suppose it will be one happy, peaceful 12 months.

So here goes my short list, as of this morning (order not specific):


...Soft makeup brushes, laughing, sisters, funny faces, lights, cows, those "moments", my dear family, time, sunglasses, my little red horse, fresh water, skiing, learning, door mats with geranium petals, my job, tea and green tea kettles, driving, talking to God...

What is your short list?

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Day 27

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Day 26

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Day 25

Shoes

Monday, November 24, 2008

Day 24

Green leaf, black stick.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Day 23

My hardcore sister's bike page:

Day 22

The Big D's bike page:

Day 21

It rained, but it was not a sad rain.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Sometimes I love being a medic, other times... I adore it.

Somedays, you just need a good cup of coffee. Today was one of those days.

Sitting outside the coffee shop was an old man, with the sweetest, round, cherry face, and a fall-colored, Scottish hat perched on his head. He made such an adorable picture, I wanted to pull a chair up to his table and have a "coffee" chat with him. It would have been good just to sit and soak up the morning sun, with him, elbow to elbow. Instead, I smile, say, "Good morning!" and pass.

On my way out of the shop, he stops me. "If I ever have a heart-attack, or a stroke, or something else, I want you to be the one who comes to help me... that way, when I die, you... your beautiful face will be the last thing that I see."

He doesn't have much faith in my paramedic skills. But he knows how to brighten one's soul.

Day 20

G-man. The best little "dude" ever!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Day 19

No matter where I am, or who I am, I'll always love cowboy.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Day 18

Beautiful sun.

Day 17

Wild Burro piles in Nevada. Love that state!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Day 16

My Fanbase cruising pro photo websites

Saturday night, 1815, my work day complete. I'm peddling furiously toward my little apartment, charging stop signs and swerving the yellow dotted lines. Car lights close in behind me, until they illuminate the entire road before me, but the car doesn't go around; instead, it honks loudly and I hear obnoxious yelling. My first thought was to ignore the car, but I couldn't resist getting one peak. I glance over my shoulder, accidentally throwing my bike into the middle of the lane. The car stops. My eyes bug. It's C and D! They're laughing; we're all talking.

I love surprises! Especially when they come from two people who aren't able to keep a good secret for longer then a three hours.

Sadly, this is the only picture I got of our weekend. You can tell its a super good time, if I don't think to pack my camera around with me. I suppose these memories will just have to remain a secret.

Day 15

Electric fan, circa 1920's

Friday, November 14, 2008

Day 14

The headquarters for the ambulance agency that I work for is attached to a hanger in an airport. (We do flight transports as well as ground.) The building is old, and space is limited, so our locker and fitness rooms, take adjoining corners in the main hanger which houses our helicopter.

As my main mode of transportation is bicycle, and biking in a stiff uniform with pants that are about an inch too short is extremely uncomfortable, I keep my uniform in the locker.

The women's bathroom (the only "changing" room) is in the adjoining building. Therefore, to change into my uniform I have to pass the bathroom, pass through a one-way locking door, go to my locker, unlock it, get out my uniform, go back through the locking door, squeeze past the off-coming crew in the hall,back to the bathroom, change quickly (before the dripping water faucet in the sink -the only space to place my clean uniform- has time to soak through my crisp shirt), past the crew again, back through the door, fold my clothes in my locker, make sure I have my keys, back through the locked door -you get the idea. Not a super hassle, but when I'm a few minutes late...

So I shortened the process.

For the past two and half weeks, I've been changing in the open helicopter bay after a quick glance around to make sure no one is in the line of sight. Occasionally things get "close" but in general, its been a great idea.

Today, I noticed the security camera. Pointed directly at me.

Aha. Yeah, I do remember seeing the bay through one of the six monitors in the Dispatcher's room.

There is no photograph today... Sure, hoping to remain unknown. ;)

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Day 13

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Day 12

Feathers.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Day 11

My Gramps. A Korean War vet. Happy Veteran's Day!

Monday, November 10, 2008

Day 10

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Day 9

Rappelling at Smith Rock

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Day 8

Welcome.

Friday, November 7, 2008

A break from our normal broadcast

Several months ago, a cloud of dust chased after me as I scurried off to "town" to make the BIG TIME.
The deadline for Western Cowman's annual photo contest loomed, and I had yet to make prints of my winning photographs. A few hours, a few paper cuts, and a few less dollars later, I had officially entered my first ever photography contest!
The results posted today. And I placed! I actually placed! So, check it out at Western Cowman's website!

Day 7

A cold night, a dressage show, and a glass of German beer.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Day 6

Candles in my window. Armik on my laptop.