Monday, June 28, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Happy Birthday Hubby!
Today is my sweet hubby's birthday. Yes, Tim is 58 years old today. He has been working hard in St. George. So we celebrate another year of LIFE, blessings, health, love and joy...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMOTHY GLENN, may you have many, many more.
You're just as sweet -- or maybe sweeter -- than you were all those years ago when I first met you.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Quote for the Week - Save a cow
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Father's Day 2010
4 years: My Daddy can do anything!
7 years: My Dad knows a lot…a whole lot.
8 years: My father does not know quite everything.
12 years: Oh well, naturally Father does not know that either.
14 years: Oh, Father? He is hopelessly old-fashioned.
21 years: Oh, that man-he is out of date!
25 years: He knows a little bit about it, but not much.
30 years: I must find out what Dad thinks about it.
35 years: Before we decide, we will get Dad's idea first.
50 years: What would Dad have thought about that?
60 years: My Dad knew literally everything!
65 years: I wish I could talk it over with Dad once more.
"A truly rich man is one whose children run
into his arms when his hands are empty"
into his arms when his hands are empty"
No one was more excited or more happy to be a Dad than Tim!
Tim loves his boys and they love and honor him. He can't let a day go by without talking to them.
Father's Day ended with a game of Frisbee.
Tim has been playing Frisbee with his boys since they were small.
Mark can eat sunflowers seed and play at the same time.
Even our Tiffani joined the game. She plays a mean game of Frisbee!
We love you Tim, you are a wonderful father.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Quote for the Week - Baby birds
Our little babies have learned to fly! Right after I took this picture one of them flew to a nearby pine tree. I found myself saying, "You did it, way to go!" Why not, we all need someone to cheer us on.
There is an art, or rather a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. ~Douglas Adams, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
The bluebird carries the sky on his back. ~Henry David Thoreau
If God had really intended men to fly, he'd make it easier to get to the airport. ~George Winters
Angels can fly because they carry no burdens. ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book
Whenever we safely land in a plane, we promise God a little something. ~The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960 by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
For my Dad
Monday, June 7, 2010
Quote for the Week - Success
“When in situations of stress we wonder if there is any more in us to give, we can be comforted to know that God, who knows our capacity perfectly, placed us here to succeed. No one was foreordained to fail or to be wicked. When we feel overwhelmed, let us recall the assurance given through Joseph that God, who knows we 'cannot bear all things now,' will not over program us; he will not press upon us more than we can bear. (D&C 50:40)
~ Neal A. Maxwell
~ Neal A. Maxwell
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Ich habe fertig
Yes, I have finished the book to honor my Grandma and Grandpa Federer and their children. I could not let this year go by without commemorating the Centennial Anniversary of Grandpa filing his homestead claim in March of 1910.
I will also include the Federer Family Tree with the names and birthdays of all 145 members of Grandma and Grandpa's posterity!
I will also include the Federer Family Tree with the names and birthdays of all 145 members of Grandma and Grandpa's posterity!
Big party in August!!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Babies!
On a wreath by our back door a Momma Robin made a nest, artfully weaving her nest material into the artificial leaves of the wreath. She is so cute. We pull up to the house and there she'd be, sitting in her nest on top of our wreath. We disturb her every time we come in and out.
Momma Robin watches in a nearby tree until she sees it's safe, then returns to sit on the eggs. She really has no defense, so the reason she flies away is to divert the attention away from the nest.
We came home yesterday from our Memorial Day breakfast up the canyon to see the eggs had hatched. There are 4 pink little fuzzballs in the nest ~ our Memorial Day babies!
They have a face only a mother could love! It has been fun to watch her. I am amazed with how she made the nest and how she is now caring for her newborn babies.
MOMS ROCK!
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