Another fun photo or two

You know your Dad/Grandpa has this fun hobby of feeding the birds on our deck. We see so many beautiful birds and it is so fun to watch them. They usually come and feast and then fly off to sit on the deck rail or in the tree, but there is so much snow on the rail and literally on every branch of the trees that it is hard to find a place to perch. Well this little bird found a lonesome, skinny little tiny branch and perched there for quite a while. Both photos are of the same bird but you can see his perch a little better in the second photo. Isn't it just the funnest?

How is this for Winter Wonderland?

Just wanted to share the beauty we are experiencing this morning. This is a view out the kitchen window as you can tell.

The western scene

Swift Creek . . . Paradise

Consider this location a spot for the 2010 LEG Reunion. The top picture the view from the back porch of our new cabin location in Star Valley, Wyoming. Six acres of paradise. The next shot is a summer time view of the big lawn - room for lots of tents, etc. There is a great creek - Swift Creek - that runs along the property. It has a great little spring-fed trout pond. The back of the property is contiguous to the Bridger-Teton National Forest.

I know, I know...it is a long ways from Texas. But, we are looking forward to many fun times with all of you!

Bad Car-Ma Poem

this is a poem by me that i made about dallas' bad car-ma!!!!

The day did not begin well.

I got up late,

with no time to stretch.

I barely even ate,

And I made not one sketch.

And as I was driving

that very same day,

I thought I was at peace.

But it did not go that way.

Sirens blasted my eardrums

As he told me what was wrong.

My license plate was expired!

It hit me like a Chinese Gong!

A little after that incident

My car had seen the worst

For when I had got back into it

I was certain I was cursed!

My iPod and some books

From England, those books were!

Plus a cool bag from Malaysia

Were all stolen, I was sure.

Once that day was over

I was back in a normal mood.

I slept at Grandma & Grandpa's

But I needed to go home soon.

As I made my way down the mountain

To drop some things off

I was heading around the corner

I slammed my breaks to STOP!!!

But I didn't stop fast enough.

In other words . . . I collided with another car.

We both skidded for a long, long time.

Both frozen, petrified.

And we both got our cars to stop

(We really both were fine.)

Sure, we were fine!

But things didn't go right

for my poor, so-called reliable

Silver Bullet, now an upright fright!

My Silver Bullet is gone now.

I really want to go home, but how?

I'll hitch a ride with Grandma,

she's always done me well.

And when she hears what happened today

Her face will probably swell!!!!

© Annabelle Clawson; 2009

how do you like it???? i think its pretty funny. everyone has different opinions.

Bad Car-Ma.

The funny thing is the coincidence, right? When I returned from the UCA Europe Tour, in the summer, I had a bout with *Bad Car-Ma*. The morning AFTER I had arrived from being out of the country, I was (1) pulled over (2) sited for an expired plate (3) my car was broken into [an hour AFTER being pulled over] (4) my iPod (with all my interviews) plus books from England and a bag from Malaysia... stolen. I kinda laughed that day (when you're going to go batty). 

Jump forward to 9 January 2009. I had slept at the Mtn Home, cozily received and pampered by Mom and Dad. I had already made one run to SLC, to fill my Dallas Palace with my personal belongings. I had moved them out, seeing as how I had had a renter for the 3 months of being away. Well, I was on my second/final run, back to the City of Salt. I was near the end of the dirt road - right where the first part of the pavement begins, near the "bottom of the hill". I was approaching the final corner... you know the one: a kind of BLIND corner that drops off to west side? I was in 1st gear, going slow, when neighbor Nicole Welsh came around the corner. I applied break pressure... and it happened. 

After 17 years of driving the Hill, I finally became subject and victim to it's accidental-winter-nature. I slid down for about 150 feet, wheels locked and moving steadily into a crunch. We are both fine. She was really shaken up and weepy, but physically o.k. We had been wearing seat-belts and the force had been enough that my airbags deployed (I've never seen that done before!).

The irony is this: the night previous, I was picking up my car at Jones' place. I had commented to Dad about it being "Ol Reliable" and how it had been with me for so many years. A strange foreshadowing, b/c now it is totaled. No more Silver Bullet. 

So... you see? I have Bad Car-Ma. Hopefully it's over, right? 

So let's take a minute. And reflect. And think about that little guy and hope his new feather-wheels bring him swiftly to the big Race Field in the Sky!

 

the trampoline!