Last year we headed to Alpine, AZ to join our old family friends for the 90th birthday party of the closest thing I have to a grandpa. This year the party was at Beth's (my mom's close friend)house in Snowflake, AZ. I figured out it had been about 7-8 years since I had been there to visit. My mom and I use to go out there all the time to hang out with the hippies and play in the dirt! This house brought back so many good memories for me. I use to follow Sarah and Mike around hoping they would let me hang out with them and their friends! It was a lot of fun to be grown up and be a part of the group! Everyone is either married or has a baby, so I felt a little left out in that aspect but I got over it after a few beers and some drunk hula hoopin'. Bohdi cracked me up with his pigeon walk/hula hooping. Sarah impressed us all with her champion hula hooping abilities. Mikey had a case of the "oh my gosh's" when Sarah and I were laughing and joking about everything going on in the house, annoyed brother syndrome. The night ended with a fight that no one knew what happened and lots of laughing in the middle of the kitchen at 2am.
I had a blast playing with Sarah's baby girl during the day and trying to get her to speak spanish. I finally got her to say "Hola Mama." Shelby is such an observant child. She pretty much repeats everything you say. It's like having a mini-me. My mom and I had some good times and chats on the way to and from Snowflake. We talked politics, work, boys, and dogs! Thank you everyone for such a fun weekend! I look forward to grandpa's birthday.
Oh and Sarah, Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
My sweet Toby. It has been one year since the worst day of life. The day that I knew he wasn't coming back through the door after running outside to chase whatever it was he always chased. He loved to run, to follow his nose, to ignore everything around him and follow the scent he caught. He was never good off the leash. There were so many times I found myself running down Beaver St. towards the busy Route 66, but he always seemed to dodge the cars. On October 9th 2007 he decided he was not finished outside and took off out the door. Sadly he was struck by a car. A car that did not stop to see if he was ok. When we arrived to the scene of his accident no one was there. Hit and run. Poor pup. After almost getting hit myself, Michael walked out in to traffic to pick up his limp body and brought him to the curb so I could say goodbye. We barried him in Prescott, next to Magic kitty. He loved Prescott, he loved the freedom to just "be" out there. He belongs there. We miss you Tob-a-lobe, Toby One, Tobers, Tobes... you are remembered always.
