My favorite cowboy...

Was writing on my other blog about my favorite cowboy, and thought I would post an old picture of being on Grandpa's ranch. He looks so young in this picture (and he's not the only one, I guess!). Love the smile on his face, and love that I was wearing his hat. The many times we got to wear his hat are among my favorite memories of being with Grandpa. Riding horses was great too...until that one summer, when I really discovered that pulling on the saddle-horn really didn't slow down a horse!

Would you believe...?

Would you believe that I've been pulling faces for this many years?!


I've had a lot of practice...

From the beginning...

When we were in Washington for Christmas, Brian and I were looking through some boxes of pictures of me from my childhood.

We came to this picture of me in the hospital. Brian gasped (!) and then started laughing hysterically. For some reason, he thought my fingers were short and stubby at some point. He was wrong :)


I believe I was always meant to make good use of those fingers. Quitting the piano was the first step to realizing my true calling in life... as a hand-model. Am surprised my mom and dad didn't recognize it sooner. :)