One tough cookie

This post is dedicated to my Grandma Stringer. For those of you who have ever had the pleasure of meeting her, I doubt you would soon forget the encounter. She can make you laugh and she can make you cry. She is one of the hardest workers I have ever known. I guess you would have to be when you grew up on a ranch in the middle of wyoming taking care of your whole family because your mother had passed away and your father was away half of the year in california shearing sheep to earn some money.

She is 91 and healthy, physically, as a horse. She has been in an assisted living home in evanston for a couple of years. She is an onery old cuss and for the first little while she wasn't too happy to be there. This last week she has been in the hospital with pnuenomia. They didn't know what type she had and both of her lungs were full of liquid. They didn't know if she would make it through the first night, but we had a suspicion that if she really didn't want to go yet, she wouldn't and she didn't. She is getting better everyday and is a hoot to be around. She is going to relocate to Logan to have some better care. I will miss not getting to see her as much and it makes me sad she won't ever really know my baby like she knows me.

I am going to miss you Grandma when you go to Logan and when you go to your Heavenly Father. You have made my life more memorable and provided me with some awesome times. You made the best homemade chicken and noodles and creamed peas and potatoes. You raised a great mom for me and had a hand in shaping me into who I am today. I love you!



This last weekend we had Eliza's pictures taken and here are some of those and also some random pitures of her.










I love my big baby blues




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