My blog post disappeared

Last night I spent two hours doing this great blog post . . . lots of photos and a few wittisms . . . and when I was just finishing it up and taking out some of the big gaps between the photos and the text, the whole dang thing just vanished. Gone. Poof. Nada. Into thin air. Vanished. I thought "Now it can't have just disappeared into thin air" but after an hour of trying to figure out where it was I concluded that yes, indeed, it was GONE. I consoled myself with thoughts like, "Sandra, this is the small stuff of life" and "Sandra, this is a small inconvenience, not a nightmare" and pretty much went to bed last night in SHOCK. I just can't bring myself to reconstruct the whole thing so I'll post a few photos and call it good. Sigh. It really is small stuff.

The snapdragons around the back of my house were just beautiful this year. I thought they earned a spot in the blog! This was my favorite flower when I was a little girl. My mom planted lots of them.

With my mom and dad in Idaho Falls in early May. We attended a family wedding there. Great trip.

With Steve and Kalli in Tucson at Kalli's graduation from the U of Arizona. She graduated in speech pathology/audiology. Kalli looked so pretty in her royal blue cap and gown.

Helping move Steve and Kalli to Boston. This is one of twelve "welcome to ____" signs that we passed in the four days that it took us to drive there. It was so interesting to watch the terrain change as we drove across the country.
Steve, celebrating his 29th birthday the day before we left for our family trip to Lake Powell. He had lots of help blowing out his candles this year!

A Lake Powell tradition . . . pedicures with lots of yummy colors of polish and little flowery decorations. If we're going to go barefoot all week, we want to put our best foot forward!

Catching a ball game at Fenway Park in Boston the night before we flew back to Utah. The Red Sox shellacked the Toronto Bluejays. Fun evening.

Celebrating Brent's birthday/Father's Day. My niece, Erin, was visiting us from BYU Idaho. If you look carefully you can see where Brent cut his lip while shaving that morning. Ouch. I think this might be a sign of the ravages of encroaching old age because, after all, next year is the big

six-0. After our Lake Powell vacation, Erin and the kids were able to stay on for a few days. Oh, the happiness of having grandchildren around! Nothin' like it. The kids love swimmin' in "Papa's pool" . . . kind of a daily splashfest.

Hey Erin, blow out those candles or call the fire department! This is the year that Erin turned thirty-one-derful!

I'm paranoid that this blog is going to disappear so I'll end it here and post! Til next time!