Are You From Dixie?

24 years ago,(has it really been that long?!)I was extremely excited to receive a scholarship to Dixie College! I couldn't wait to attend college "where the summer sun spends the winter". I still love the contrast of the red hills against the blue skies. Back in the day...before "political correctness" Rodney Rebel was our beloved mascot. We had such school spirit as we cheered at games, sang at celebrations and tried to get an education.

Little by little, good ole Dixie College has grown up and changed with the times. They are now Dixie State College-affiliates of University of Utah-with many more programs to offer students. With those changes also means saying good by to some favorite traditions, one of them being the Rebels as a mascot. Whitney sent me a text today to tell me of the news. It's a little bit sad to this Dixie alumnist. The new symbols and name just aren't the same. Are you from Dixie? Let me know what you think of the new logo and mascot.

Chicka Playing Basketball

Pep talk from Coach Soderborg. Chicka is #12.Run down the court.Dribble the ball.Rest on the bleachers until she goes in again!

My Mother-The Cat Woman

This is a picture of my mother with two of her three felines! After being in the hospital during both Christmas and New Year's with first a broken tib-fib, then an infection, Mom was more than ready to go home to her cabin and sleep in her own bed.

"Tut"-her oldest is the fluffiest cat(White Persian)all sprawled out purring as she pets "Max"-(her half breed Savannah cat) as he is also purring. "Jazzy", the naughtiest cat of all (pure-breed Savannah) was probably out plotting her revenge for being left for the holidays.


All cats are content to have mom home again. As for her, well she has graduated from a walker to a cane and is planning on going to Mazatlan soon to finish recuperating on the beach! Sounds rough . . . she deserves a nice vacation after having to spend her holidays in the hospital! Pssst! Anyone want a cat or two? It was not fun cleaning up after her rebellious cats!

Won-Tons for New Year's Eve

In keeping Sue's tradition of making won-tons for New Year's Eve, Kirby and Evan decided they could do it better than the women...so we let them take over! I think they should start a new cooking show for guys. Any suggestions what to call it?!

Will I Make It Through January?

Life is good, even if it is January. I have never been a fan of this month, perhaps it's because of one or more of the following reasons:
1. The let down after Christmas.
2. Back to reality instead of lounging by the fire reading a book or watching a movie.
3. Most tragic events in my life have happened during this month.
4. Had enough of the snow and cold.
5. Hating the extra weight from over-indulging during the holidays.
6. Back to school and testing begins.
7. Broke from over-spending during the holidays.
8. Hate scraping ice off my windows each morning.
9. Family grumbles cause all I want to eat is warm soup.
10. Students need retraining after two weeks off from school.

P.S. Am I the only one who reads my blog? That's okay cause I do talk to myself, I may as well write to myself. Just wondering.

Remembering My Dad - Grandpa Lyle

I love you Grandpa, clear up to the sky;
And I will tell you the countless reasons why.
When I got my grades, he would write a note,
And every time on the note he wrote:
"You take after your Grandpa, Whitter-doo!
Keep it up and I love you!"
He'd sit for hours in his big blue chair,
Then I'd walk by and out of thin air,
He'd kick my rear end and laugh 'til he cried
And then I would run and wait and hide.
A morning in Brookside resulted in breakfast,
And what we didn't finish he would eat,
Eating contest and wars, he had us all beat.
Looking out on the porch at the two great ponds,
Feeding the fish was great fun and we were quite fond.
Riding the 4-wheelers was always a treat,
Around and around the circle 'til the sun brought the heat.
Grandpa's a legend, a hero to all,
And he'd pick us up each time we'd fall.
I'm sure he's in heaven, flying with pride,
And if you could ask him he'd say, "It was a good ride."
I love him so much, and I miss him a lot,
But I know for sure, he will not be forgot.

Written by Whitney Jo
January 2004

Back to the Grindstone!

It's tough getting back to work after two weeks of wonderful! This is really what the idiom means!


I'm thinking this is what the students must feel like on a Monday after a holiday as well.