Wolves in wolf's clothing

Every birthday past the age of 26 has become a depressing sign that I'm one step closer to the end. I'm not sure why it bothers me so much but I guess it has something to do with a gnawing sense that I haven't done everything that I want/need to do in this life. I also question whether I'm living up to my true potential.

While still feeling like I need to do more, I was able to cross a few things off the old bucket list during this last birthday's festivities.

1. Play with wolves. We headed up to a wolf sanctuary near Divide Colorado to take a tour of the sanctuary and to spend some time in the wolf's cages to get a little more intimate with the animals. We played with timber wolves which are the largest breed of wolf in the world. They were very large, even compared to Rocco.

Candice aka "little red riding hood" with the big,bad wolf known as Navi. Yes, unfortunately the sanctuary decided to name this magnificent creature after the indigenous people from Avatar.

Most of our interaction with the animals was done while we were sitting. I guess when you stand up it intimidates the wolves or causes them to not want to come close to you. Also, they prefer women over men. While facial hair is commonly known to increase a mans pain tolerance and ability to chop wood, it is also a wolf repellent, who knew?

We were also able to play with the cutest little foxes. These little guys were rescued from a fur farm. Please don't wear fur, there's just no need.

I'll revisit the whole crossing things off the bucket list for next time. For now just digest the awesomeness that are Timber wolves.

My Grandma Jody rules!

I had the fortunate opportunity this last weekend to fly home to UT to spend some time with my Grandma Cornwall. Just take a look at the picture below and try to tell me that she wasn't the cutest little thing. The cool part was that we had time to just talk and hear so many of her life stories. She has some really interesting tales and has not forgotten one detail. It is amazing how she can remember such specific details. Plus she's a crack up!

Here she is with her mother Virginia (who was referred to as Virginia, not mother) and two of her three brothers. She only lived with her mom until she was 6 when she then went to live with her grandparents on a Citrus farm in So. California.

Here she is pictured with her father who passed away at 34. He and his wife Virginia had moved to Hollywood to pursue careers. He was a musician, a writer and arranger of music. My grandma found a large record of sorts recently of his big band music from the '40's and they put it on disc. Pretty sweet!

The lovely bride (coast maid) - who remembers sewing on these buttons right before the wedding. What a cutie. My grandpa's mother wanted to go to ZCMI to pick out a pattern (china), and my grandma had no idea what she was talking about.

The happy couple - Grandma & Grandpa Cornwall

Aren't they so cute!

My grandpa was in a singing group that resembled the moderaires sound, isn't this great? All his love!

Here are the ladies of last week. My mom, grandma, and me. We had a great time just talking with her about her life. What a happy, fun soul! Sure love her!!