Meet UBU

Yesterday we finally got a dog! Yipee! I know, some of you think that I am crazy. Others have told me not to do it. I've had others that helped me look for dogs and someone else willing to bring one back from Utah for me. I was leaning towards a corgi. Almost went up to Bremerton to get a corgi from the Humane society, but in the end, decided on a miniature Schnauzer. He is a 12 week old puppy and is quite adorable, in my opinion. We were going back and forth between names of Moose and Ubu, but decided on Ubu (oo-boo). I have wanted to name a dog Ubu for a long time. When I was a child I remember watching shows and at the end of some shows, the production company would have the black lab as the trademark and they would say "sit, ubu, sit. Good dog!"
He was quite reserved when we picked him up in Cle Elum, so it was a 70 mile or so ride. I figured he was sort of freaked out because these strange people had taken him away from his mom and dad dog and siblings. Turns out, he also had a bit of car sickness. Dave held him fro 20 or so miles then handed him off to me. About 10 miles later he was feeling much better. I, on the other hand, was smelling much worse. We had to get off the free way and use some snow to try and clean Ubu and me off.

New Post

Well, I decided that I needed a new post. There are so many things I could write about, but really, I don't want to jinx things any more than I already have. So, instead, I looked through some photos and decided to post a picture of my dad taking a picture. This would be a nice typical photo within my family. My parents did come to visit. I has been a few months. They were here in August, so three months ago. It was a nice visit, and we made a couple trips up to see the sunset from this location.

senior photo shoot

Yea! I was able to do a photo shoot for a friend's daughter. I think I got a few good shots. I know not everyone gets excited to see my work, but I thought I would post a few of the good pics that I got. I really like the one with the horse.

How I got my name. . .

I am not that creative of a person when it comes to writing stories and such. What I do well, I think, is to remember details from things people tell me. Well, as I get older, the details are getting fuzzier from more recent stories. . . but that is a whole different story.
As a little girl, I distinctly remember my mom relating the story of how I was named Elizabeth. This is the first version that I remember. It goes something like this:
While pregnant with me, my mom and dad go to the temple to do work for people who have passed on. So, you are assigned one individual to act as proxy for. My mom would get the name of an Elizabeth to do a couple times in a row. Before they go the third time, my parents decide that if my mom gets an Elizabeth this time, then if the baby is a girl, she should be named Elizabeth. So, third time, you got it, it was an Elizabeth. After they decided that, she didn't get another Elizabeth for a very long time. Thus I was named Elizabeth, and they claim that I picked it myself. Nice story I thought.
As I approach my preteens, the story changes a little to be that this happened when my mom was pregnant with my brother David. Little less impressive for me, but hey, it works I guess. I did show up just over 11 1/2 months after David. What is a few years in a story.
Well, a few years goes by; I relate the story AGAIN to someone, as I understand it. My mom was there and corrects me again. She insists that it was when she was pregnant with me, not David.
Then I was telling this story to my hubby a couple of weeks ago, as we were sitting around visiting with my parents and. . . . you guessed it, the story changed AGAIN! Now she is fairly certain that it occurred while pregnant with me, but it was every THIRD visit to the temple, she would get an Elizabeth and then you can throw in the temples of Idaho Falls and Manti into the story somehow. She was fairly certain this time it occurred the third time in Manti.
My mom claims she never changed the story. I'm just not that good to come up with all the different versions of it myself.
I guess in the end it does not matter. I was just named after some dead people that I am not related to. There you go. I do like my name, and I would encourage all to name at least one child some form of Elizabeth, because it is so cool. Then again, there are over 75 different forms of Elizabeth, so you have plenty to choose from.

Parental visit

My parents came to visit me two weeks ago. They staid for a week. It was a nice visit. I convinced them to go to the Space Needle one day. My parents kept assuring me that they came to visit us, not to do the tourist things. I explained that it gives me the chance to do the tourist things, because when you live somewhere, you tend not to do the touristy things unless someone comes to visit.
My dad is quite well known amongst the family for his picture taking abilities, well, more or less what he does for a picture. Well, growing up, us children were told of his taking a photo of some rock in Hawaii where Deborah Kerr sang "I'm going to Wash that Man Right Out of My Hair" in South Pacific. He later found out that he took a picture of the wrong rock. He was also assigned, as part of his job on base, to take a picture of President Reagan's limo when he visited Utah. Well, there were three limos and my dad is still not sure if it was the correct limo. My dad has been known to lay on the beach and do sit ups when the surf came in, to get a photo of I think the bungalow they staid in on their honeymoon (won't swear that was what he was trying to capture). My cousin, Moo, related a story of him standing in the middle of a windy road (not windy, as in wind blowing, but windy, as in many curves) in Hawaii, to get a picture, much to the distress of others in the traveling party.
So that sort of gives you a background to the pictures I am about to post. Oh, I forgot, our family also enjoys taking pictures of other family members taking pictures. Now to the story while they were here this time.
We were at the top of the Space Needle here in Seattle. They actually have the compass directions spaced around the observation deck around the top. I really did not need the them. I came across my dad at about the NE coordinate. He had gone ahead of my mother and me. He pointed off in the distance and wondered if the mountain out there was Mount Rainier. He was pointing north east. I knew that was NOT Mount Rainier and told him that it was not the correct mountain. Mount Rainier is more South East of Seattle. My dad was then certain that it was INDEED Mount Rainier. He was going to take a picture of it for this reason. I took a picture of my father taking a picture of what is actually Mount Baker. After his little photo shoot there, I escorted him down toward the south side of the observation deck. It was a bit hazy, but I then pointed out Mount Rainer. It is a wee bit larger than Mt Baker and he was happy to click a couple of pictures of the actual Mount Rainier. He was a little disappointed because of the haze, but he got his picture.


Picture upper right, my father taking pic of mount Baker, insisting it was Mt. Rainier.

Picture of his 1st Mt. Rainier (above), below, his "zoomed" picture of Mt. Baker.
Above, my father's picture of the real Mt. Rainier. Trust me, it is there, just a little hazy. Pic below, my picture of
Mt. Rainier, yes it is there, just a wee bit hazy to see it. We did get pics of Safeco Field and Qwest Field. It was nice
that they built them so close together so we could get them in a single frame picture.