tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73165563225594389932023-11-15T22:31:50.256-08:00Linda's ThoughtsLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-41151366554201661832010-11-15T12:21:00.000-08:002010-11-15T13:12:20.994-08:00My Thanksgiving ThoughtsGreetings to all,<br />Tis the season to be thankful and grateful, so I am back. I was coming back from Spanish Fork on this beautiful day and as I rounded the bend at Lindon and saw the temple encircled by fluffy white clouds and the blue sky above it, with the sun shining down on it, I realized how truly grateful I am for all God has done for me.<br /><br />Last night Norm and Sheryl came over. They had been released just a few hours before. We were discussing a few money matters and Norman said, "Can you believe how blessed we are that we can even talk about money and how blessed we are?" "There are so many people who are without."<br /><br />I hope you don't mind me making up for lost time. I'm afraid Janell isn't here so there will be no pictures. I am proud to say that I have learned to make smiley faces, thanks to Ashlely and hopefully do cut and paste thanks to Janell. We'll see.<br /><br />Just lately I have realized more and more how God is ever beside me and the Savior has lifted my burdens so many times. The following are three incredible experiences that I have had in just the last six months. I have never taken the opportunity to express my feelings about our trip to New York and Kirtland. I guess that they have been so tender I didn't know how to tell you all what I felt while there. I will never forget the feeling as we drove into Palmyra and I closed my eyes and it felt like I had gone back in time and could see the people of the times walking up and down the street and feel the beat of the hoofs of the horses. It was truly a gift for me, because it prepared me for the experience I have waited for all my life and never thought I would be able to have. Walking where the Prophet walked and hearing the silence and feeling the wonder of the Sacred Grove, will always be a treasure in my heart as I'm sure it was for all of us. On our second trip back, I took the opportunity to go back a third time and stand just inside the Grove and feel it's spirit. It was as if it was calling me back it. I thank God for that incredible time.<br /><br />We next ventured to Kirtland where so much took place. Singing in the temple was wonderful, and being able to participate in the School of the Prophets and feel the spirit there was so wonderful. One of my very favorite scriptures is in the 76th section of the D&C and to be there where it was received was overpowering. Thanks so much Ken for making the trip possible, Randall and Marian for the best bed and breakfast and entertainment and Norm and Sheryl for a very spiritual experience and wonderful food also.<br /><br />If you are tired of reading by now you can choose another blog and come back, but I'm on a roll.<br /><br />My next experience happened just recently. Our Relief Society challenged the sisters to read the Book of Mormon in 60 days. Our goal was to learn more about the Savior and to increase our love for Him and know that He lives. Our Christmas Social will be the culmination. This was September 5th. It had taken me all year to get to about Alma 17. I was reading the Old Testament also. It was a hard decision for me to close the book and start all over again. We each were given our own book to read and write in. Mom said she knew I could do it. There were a few days that passed and I realized the time was going. I had started, but was somewhat behind. Yes, I did start back at the beginning. I realized finally that there were not very many goals in my life that I had actually finished and all of a sudden I wanted for this to be one of them that I did. I will never forget the night of November 4th, 2010 at 11:48 P.M. when I closed the book on the last page. I had read it in 60 days. I wish you could all have that feeling. Mother had gone to bed. I had just been reading about Moroni and I'm sure he just wept at what he saw, but he went ahead and buried the records so that the Lord's promises would be fulfilled and we would be able to have this incredible experience.<br /><br />My last experience happened today. I attended the funeral of our faithful home teacher. He & his wife never missed. She was my visiting teacher also and we have remained wonderful friends. At the back of the chapel was a young handicapped fellow in a wheelchair. Mentality wise I don't know how old he was. As we sang the last song,'How Great Thou Art,' this loving loud voice came from the back of the room, trying to sing every word. It was such a humbling experience to hear him and realize that he was giving thanks to God even with all the challenges has. I closed my eyes and could hardly sing. All of a sudden a wonderful feeling came over me and I felt as if I were kneeling at the Savior's feet. The tears ran down my cheeks. I am so grateful that this young man was in my presence today and that the Lord taught me what true humility should be like. We should be even as little children.<br /><br />Thanks for letting me share these precious moments with you. Some of them are very sacred. Please just hold them in your hearts as a testimony that I know God lives and is always mindful of us. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-57785470653029087652010-06-07T07:57:00.000-07:002010-06-07T20:01:26.933-07:00History in quiltingGreetings to all<br />I am finally coming down from all of the wonderful experiences we had on our trip, but my body still tells me I'm on eastern time. I had a wonderful time, but I will write about that later. I'm in need of catching up a little on some great things that have happened in my life.<br /><br />When George passed away, I set a goal to make quilts for Tara and Eric, with pictures, that would give them special memories of their dad. With all that happened in my life, it seemed I would never be able to accomplish my goal. I am happy to report that as of April, my goal was finally reached.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFP2gG5aSAWanL7F6muc2aZvUDD0AIzvdm7G8-5ka1NsDjOMLceL9nLveRcxnRDmybLSDBvEATknkfKwQKfKVIT1_FPVLdTuRzsfipAnrXx4uk991Sw83ybEhhBwL0u88iDgL9iKt3kEpe/s1600/New+York+Linda+002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFP2gG5aSAWanL7F6muc2aZvUDD0AIzvdm7G8-5ka1NsDjOMLceL9nLveRcxnRDmybLSDBvEATknkfKwQKfKVIT1_FPVLdTuRzsfipAnrXx4uk991Sw83ybEhhBwL0u88iDgL9iKt3kEpe/s320/New+York+Linda+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480232333857215570" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks to lots of encouragement and a talented and great friend, I was able to get them done. She is a tremendous quilter and so kind. Her sister machine quilted them for me, but the piecing I did and Elaine helped me to put them together. We were both stitching the binding about 45 minutes before the post office closed so I could send Eric's for Christmas. I know angels carried it there, because Canadian mail does not move that fast. He had it the day before Christmas.<br /><br />Alas, Tara didn't get hers until the first of April. It is such a good feeling to finish a goal. It seems like forever since I was able to do it. Janell downloaded my pictures, so she said she would help me put it on the blog so you could see it. Thanks Janell! All of you have a great and best day ever!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-60536465340360371172010-03-21T16:36:00.000-07:002010-03-21T17:08:36.979-07:00Angels Among UsToday I was trying to think just what I could write that would be of worth to all my blogger family. I realized that one of the things that has come to mean so much to me lately, is the Atonement. It's hard to even comprehend that the Savior could take upon Himself everything that happens to us and lift us up in our good times and especially in our hard times. It has been a real growth time for me. I love the scriptures like never before or maybe I've just forgotten.<br /><br /> The other day mom and I were in our religion class, we take on Tuesday, and the instructor was talking about angels. His comment really struck home to me. He said that when we are living the way the Lord has taught us and we attend Sacrament Meeting to partake of the Sacrament, that when the deacons offer us the sacrament they are opening the door for angels to administer to us. That was so profound to me it really made me think and I wanted to weep.<br /><br /> He said that they are all around us and are ready to help us as is needed. It also set me to thinking that God administers to all of us, but he needs another kind of angel to also help in His work. He needs children that are ready, willing and prepared to be His angels to administer to His children here on the earth. Every day we encounter angels among us. I have been administered to by angels from the other side and those among us . I visit teach a sister who has a challenge. When I visit her I also feel I am in the presence of an angel. The Lord tells us that when we are in the service of our fellow beings that we are in His service. We also learned that when we take upon us His name, we are as if the Savior was there to do the work.<br /><br /> This has really made me think how important our home teaching and visiting teaching is and for whom we administer. May we all be ready when the Lord needs us. I love you all!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-122752850584532462010-02-04T12:54:00.000-08:002010-02-04T13:27:53.590-08:00My Special Valentine From HeavenSometimes the Lord sends us a small miracle to make our day. Monday indeed was one of these days. After leaving school, I decided to go to the cemetery to see how everything looked and to talk a little with George. The day was so clear and beautiful and everything looked great. I even decided to let George keep his Christmas tree until Valentines Day. He always wanted it up into February.<br /><br /> Then I headed for the car. I looked out my front windshield and the view of the mountain covered with snow took my breath away. There happen to be a few trees right there and I decided to shoot through the trees and get the mountain in the trees with the clear blue sky in the background.<br /><br /> I took the picture and then checked my camera to see what it looked like. This is what I saw. It was so startling I almost cried. George had sent me a Valentine. To look at the trees you would not have realized it would do this. They were just hanging there, but for me it was my miracle. Happy Valentines to you George and to all of you!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQxe4MF4ErQcANDnXwgtqtodpMaCmZv6xvKTuMYHdOxEZE6_kgkNekG_w9AyUCdu0KKbedKGeeY5gac8yy2umqfxL4NMqAaMfV45stZBX9X7rlImSvMVtL3pYLOGcVojabe-Rqaj2sBai/s1600-h/Linda2+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQxe4MF4ErQcANDnXwgtqtodpMaCmZv6xvKTuMYHdOxEZE6_kgkNekG_w9AyUCdu0KKbedKGeeY5gac8yy2umqfxL4NMqAaMfV45stZBX9X7rlImSvMVtL3pYLOGcVojabe-Rqaj2sBai/s320/Linda2+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434497928351342162" border="0" /></a>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-42334379199926931982010-02-04T12:35:00.000-08:002010-02-04T13:28:24.184-08:00LUNCH AT SCHOOL WITH MY CUTE GIRLS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT85A01fYwlwqdkLRqL-4WChCze3nTzwSENSo17hjWSutpCmznxpMfg_puGDAQdk5o40oed14pfC3rp_k8k_Rbea7LTaD41FZHoPmeAOw10kIkyiJi57Ljka8ZhhTkKEfxtIGGavg3U3wR/s1600-h/Linda2+046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT85A01fYwlwqdkLRqL-4WChCze3nTzwSENSo17hjWSutpCmznxpMfg_puGDAQdk5o40oed14pfC3rp_k8k_Rbea7LTaD41FZHoPmeAOw10kIkyiJi57Ljka8ZhhTkKEfxtIGGavg3U3wR/s320/Linda2+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434493270377357922" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well, here I am again at Janell's doing my blog. She just has the right vibes that get me going.<br /><br />I had the greatest day on Monday! I stopped at Hickory Kist in Spanish Fork and picked up Tara's and Kynslie's favorite sandwiches, chips and cookies and headed off to Brockbank Elementary. On Mondays Kynslie goes to pre-school at Tara's school, so I thought it would be fun to have lunch with both of them before she went home and Tara had her next class.<br /><br />Kynslie is now four and loves everything about school, so we had a great time just visiting and chatting. It brought back great memories of good times and most of all I was able to spend some time with my girls.<br /><br />I loved reading all about what the rest of you are doing with your children a<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXz0fdulwtpVQLMxK4VuXKRM73mt96mD4pZ48KUXPrjlFtr5PKz-Y4Kz6864ajTOE5dlN23y8aK-EeOhbX98DOdsoYwGpy4kNYTagjnnvPL81PKJ61KQ_12vCnjNm6d2b1g30rwguWvcj/s1600-h/Linda2+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXz0fdulwtpVQLMxK4VuXKRM73mt96mD4pZ48KUXPrjlFtr5PKz-Y4Kz6864ajTOE5dlN23y8aK-EeOhbX98DOdsoYwGpy4kNYTagjnnvPL81PKJ61KQ_12vCnjNm6d2b1g30rwguWvcj/s320/Linda2+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434492579407126146" border="0" /></a>nd grandchildren so I decided to add a little of my own. I then went to take Kynslie home and spend a little time with my little man Ian. He's so cute and active. He's nine months old now and pulling himself up to the furniture. He also loves to dance. I'm sure George would love that. All in all I had a great afternoon.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-74911407975615905802009-11-09T18:10:00.000-08:002009-11-09T18:59:40.773-08:00I love AmericaThank you Tammy for encouraging me to get busy and write a new blog. It must run in the Rimington blood. I can't believe I'm doing this on my own without Janell sitting here. Please don't faint when you see this new post.<br /><br />Yesterday I sat contemplating about my fortunate blessing to be born in this wonderful land of America. What did it take, before I came here, to have such a blessing. I can remember as a child, getting a lump in my throat when anything patriotic happened. When I was in the fourth or fifth grade, they had a big program, with the school children, in the tabernacle. Our music teacher told us she was going to teach us something that would really surprise our parents. She taught us the last verse to our National Anthem. She said not many adults knew it. I was so excited and so proud to be able to do that. To this day I still remember that verse and it chokes me up and I feel tingly all over. I hope you don't mind me quoting it. (We sang all the verses.)<br /><br />" Oh thus be it ever when free men shall stand, between their loved homes and the war's desolation. Blest with victory and peace may the heaven rescued land, praise the Power that hath made and preserved us nation. Then conquer we must when our cause it is just and this be our motto: "In God Is Our Trust." And the star spangled banner in triumph shall wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!"<br /><br />Well, I only had to correct a few words. As I was looking at the words, I realized that the word Power was capitalized and it brought home more powerfully to me the influence that God has over this nation every day. The broadcast on Sunday was so beautiful and I wept to think that I have the privilege to see everything unfolding and that America has had God fearing men and women fighting for its liberty since the days of the Book of Mormon.<br /><br />As we celebrate Veteran's Day Wednesday, I hope we will all say a prayer to Heavenly Father that he will watch over the men and women who are making it possible for us to continue to see our beautiful flag wave over a land that is free. Some will not come home the same. When I was in Mexico I loved the country, the people and everything I learned, but when I stepped onto our soil I will never be able to explain the feeling I felt. I LOVE AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!and the USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Today is Casey's birthday and I would like to pay tribute to him and his willingness to serve our country! I salute Cavron for his service and our Grandpa Andy who served in World War I. May we always remember this incredible gift.<br /><br />I love you all! Thanks again Tammy!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-64320322330485025652009-08-24T09:50:00.000-07:002009-08-24T10:17:01.969-07:00Greetings to all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />I have been in withdrawal since not being able to read the blogs. Now you're saying, "Why not?" Well, I guess my dialing finger was out of commission or I could have called and asked my knowledgeable, computer sister Janell what they are. That is the only excuse I have. You see, my computer was actually functional. It was mom's that was on the blink. I've just need to be more of a leader like the rest of you, rather than a follower. This is quite fun. I'm getting to be quite a philosopher. He He.<br /><br />I can't believe that school is starting again. I think I know the names of Tara's students better than she does. I must have written their names on things at least 300 times. I'd forgotten what it's like. She still needs more. In fact, I was sitting there all alone in her classroom, because Tara had gone home to feed Ian for Seth, and it was very quiet, when I heard a voice say, "Are you a teacher?" I screamed so loud I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard me. I turned to see a father standing there with big, wide eyes and a startled look. I meekly said, "No, I'm her mother." He started to grin and wanted to know if there was anyone who could help him register his sixth grader. To top it all off, he was hispanic and still had an accent. I'm sure he thought, do I want my child in this school with screaming gringos. I could hear him laughing as he went down the hall.<br /><br />Grandchildren never cease to amaze me. Mine are the cutest ever. Tara was gone and I had Ian on the porch swing with me and Kynslie climbed up beside me. Out of the blue she said, "Where is your Papa?" I explained that he is in heaven, but I have a papa. She said, "My mama's Papa is in heaven too." "He died." It gave me a lot to reflect on. I think our children and grandchildren are a lot closer to heaven than we think and our family, on the other side, is around us, just not visible. I was reading Section 101 in the D&C and he tells us about it.<br /><br />I know this is getting too long, but I just wanted to say how great it has been to see Marian, Ethan and Adelaide. I loved going to Ashley and Nikki's plays. It's fun to be related to the stars. Thanks Turley, Ken, Janell, Mark & Karen for all the good meals and beds. I love Norm and Sheryl's letters and thanks for the berry errands you run for me Glenna. I hope everyone has a great year in school and I look forward to the upcoming marriange of Jessica and Bryce. I love you all.<br />LindaLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-54271300058208919682009-08-01T09:16:00.000-07:002009-08-01T09:17:14.067-07:00Greetings to all the bloggers!<br />I know you think I'm lost, but I've been on vacation with my typing fingers. They wanted to work, but then they said, "We are on vacation!" Now don't you think that's a great excuse?<br /><br />I seem to have a conscience at Janell's and so here I am again. Yesterday was a celebrating day for me. I drove all this way by myself. For those of you who have not had trouble with your nervous system, this will probably sound crazy, but for me it was a milestone. God does answer prayers. I wanted to see Ashley's play, so I prayed I'd know if it was right. Ten minutes later Janell called and she always has great advice, as you all know from reading her blogs, and she said, "Come!", so here I am. I made it half way and now I'm on the second leg. Thanks for answers!<br /><br />It's fun being a grandma, except I sure know I need to exercise. Kynslie wanted me to chase her Thursday and I did some huffing and puffing. My legs snap and have the sound of pretzels when they bend. Ian is sooooooooooooo cute. He is very alert and laughs out loud. He weighs 15 lbs. and is 22 inches long. He loves everyone. Eric is in Canada and sends great e-mails to cheer us up. Tara finished her Masters Degree this summer and Seth is enhancing the environment with his landscaping. Well, it's time for me to be on my way. Have a great day!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-28124811174244395602009-05-30T19:22:00.000-07:002009-05-30T20:01:57.083-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKJrmGi_SIGAu2ov8MHVJtHo6q7hU1YsoTqLvSONaxxgkqOZOKo1f7Q0btsMccjENXxQN0X55MQBhNJnIDPBTEI5Cx6gFJ1I8VwiAK0JSRIU1yYOsrKoivbLLBtNdli46CJCOio-_gMpO/s1600-h/idaho_falls_lds_mormon_temple5-thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKJrmGi_SIGAu2ov8MHVJtHo6q7hU1YsoTqLvSONaxxgkqOZOKo1f7Q0btsMccjENXxQN0X55MQBhNJnIDPBTEI5Cx6gFJ1I8VwiAK0JSRIU1yYOsrKoivbLLBtNdli46CJCOio-_gMpO/s320/idaho_falls_lds_mormon_temple5-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341817452135959426" border="0" /></a><br />Well, how do I start this blog? I'm either laughing or blubbering, depending on who is telling me a story. I guess I'll start by saying we've had a wonderful trip to Idaho. We are now at Janell and Ken's house and you don't get away from here without writing a blog or you don't get a bed to sleep in and food to eat. Just kidding!!!!!<br /><br />Mother and I had a wonderful time with Turley and the Nelsons. I can't believe that all the children are getting older and more handsome and beautiful every day. The children I tended, played with chased around and loved are now graduating, growing up and having children of their own, or just filling an aunt's heart with love. I am so proud of all my family. Each of you has contributed to my life in so many ways. Well, here goes the blubbering so I'd better continue on.<br /><br />We loved staying at Turley's. Thanks for all the rides, food and just a great time. Our trip as sisters and mom, to the temple, was one of the highlights of the trip. Thanks to the Nelsons for letting us participate in so many exciting activities. It was also great to have game night. I still have to look up the rules on skipping and Mexican train. We're already looking forward to the next time. I will say that I thought I was doing so well at finding my way around Shelley and back to Turley's until this morning. Turley gave me easy directions to the freeway and I knew the roads so I was sure I could do it. Mom and I left Turley and went one block west and then turned right on Ammon. I knew I was on my way to Sunnyside Avenue. About two miles down the road mom said,"Are we going south?" and I said, "No we're going north." By then we were on the Iona Rd. Somewhere I missed the street. I called Turley and she started to laugh. She said I only had to go one block and turn left and I would have been on the way to Brigham City. The she said ." Your bag and scriptures are still at myself." So, a half hour later or more we were finally starting from Turley's again. Mom then told me that she didn't care which way I went, but to please go south. Oh, well. I still ended up leaving something there.<br /><br />I'm also very sentimental about Jessica's blog. I know this new nephew to be is going to be great, but I still can't believe my little Jessica is getting married. I'm so happy for you, but having a few tears. I wish you have both a lot of happiness. He still hasn't asked me! Just kidding.<br /><br />We are now at Rimingtons and had a great trout dinner fixed by Ken. Janell is doing better and their sun room is looking great! The unbelieveable part of this is the fact that mom has a black eye. No one know how she got it. Not even mother. Janell noticed it. She didn't have it this morning. There will be more to follow on this story. She wouldn't let us take a picture.<br /><br />Have a great sabbath. He lives and is watching over us. Thanks Michael for the special blog. It made us cry too. More later.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-37987246170012986892009-05-09T13:48:00.000-07:002009-05-09T14:10:40.543-07:00Well, here I am again. I heard a ring on the phone and who should it be, but my mentor on the computer, Janell. She really has a lot of patience, because she is determined to make me computer literate. She wants a fancier blog with pictures. Imagine that! I am determined to get this, so my next two goals are to be able to put pictures on my blog and finish the quilts I started. Oh and Turley wants me to have at least 10 snowflakes by the time I see her next. I hope the snow isn't flying by then.<br />Well, now that I have completely rambled and you're falling asleep, here goes. This is what I want my orchid to look like. Now I'm sure I've lost you all completely, so you won't notice if I did this right.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_dtm6zqFSHLw0V3DPmFzGqMMep3_pHfqNTDSYakUa11P4s6wLZGYwYUt2qMU0TNykhsgYkriB12VK7LSH8zs3dzNKDjC1pPoHMvgC6k7DX6wuwqw5kPGRL3CqPjf9VDO_wbXTcm2oiQy/s1600-h/orchids.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_dtm6zqFSHLw0V3DPmFzGqMMep3_pHfqNTDSYakUa11P4s6wLZGYwYUt2qMU0TNykhsgYkriB12VK7LSH8zs3dzNKDjC1pPoHMvgC6k7DX6wuwqw5kPGRL3CqPjf9VDO_wbXTcm2oiQy/s320/orchids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333933895398321538" border="0" /></a>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-52472264257707975602009-05-01T11:05:00.000-07:002009-05-01T11:35:20.037-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RKXddUH4_1-wQUwBgxvNk_5_sUh7f390VSU3IU7gO2BZLpR1hC1r2a4t7YIvGDZNHWM5HcxzLwYcEXyCGvzt2EMYlCLGZ1WTRaMZSNOD7TxwZynNYf_ana9iOPE1PPgPpmUkPgLPL8y3/s1600-h/squirrel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RKXddUH4_1-wQUwBgxvNk_5_sUh7f390VSU3IU7gO2BZLpR1hC1r2a4t7YIvGDZNHWM5HcxzLwYcEXyCGvzt2EMYlCLGZ1WTRaMZSNOD7TxwZynNYf_ana9iOPE1PPgPpmUkPgLPL8y3/s320/squirrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330922877245938530" border="0" /></a><br />Mountains are one of my favorite places to visit and be. I love the smell, the breeze and every sound. While eating breakfast two or three days ago mom declared. "There's a squirrel in the garden area." I thought, oh sure. I've seen quail, but never a squirrel. I finally got up and looked out the window and sure enough there he was eating apricot seeds. I even walked out to see him and I got quite close. He just ran back and forth to the garden and up the fence. We watched him for quite some time. Well, I guess I got my canyon early. It was quite fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmSyH5LP4CSr_55bi_0og8IkyLNGO84z6gZCtaI_Qi05ronKcfW1Ha56f4NZ2Jc4fJRFIoCxy-v2w_I2gMrus2anDHuyzlSBBed4WHSQ-DHtiulpWlmL0ZH9xGy0yrcKxGBa8h0a55k5a/s1600-h/firing+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmSyH5LP4CSr_55bi_0og8IkyLNGO84z6gZCtaI_Qi05ronKcfW1Ha56f4NZ2Jc4fJRFIoCxy-v2w_I2gMrus2anDHuyzlSBBed4WHSQ-DHtiulpWlmL0ZH9xGy0yrcKxGBa8h0a55k5a/s320/firing+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330925165929480242" border="0" /></a><br />We are now at Ken and Janell's and we've had a great time. Yesterday we went to see one of his firings. It was quite spectacular! Out of all of the children and adults that were there, who should let out a scream, when the sound finally reached us? You've got it! It was me. I hope this is coming out right. Janell is determined to help me learn to scan and blog. Thank goodness she is patient. Well, here goes.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-91133314192361682452009-04-30T10:24:00.000-07:002009-04-30T10:25:27.171-07:00Can you tell I'm a proud grandma? I've added a new picture. He's adorable.<br />LindaLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-33145027473394857102009-04-28T13:33:00.000-07:002009-04-30T10:23:43.103-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hf8g5WD2GhtYj85WpOHkR3wVrQXUwH5KAX3IqKgGAAI4zq0qVEUVd80GzzeC9blrxNOme8VmLUJNdaM8x4p4EaRgAj00hayjX73AbH4_LuLXcqI5CytkCGIxxv4UODVtXvnLPOmN5NJo/s1600-h/linda+113.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hf8g5WD2GhtYj85WpOHkR3wVrQXUwH5KAX3IqKgGAAI4zq0qVEUVd80GzzeC9blrxNOme8VmLUJNdaM8x4p4EaRgAj00hayjX73AbH4_LuLXcqI5CytkCGIxxv4UODVtXvnLPOmN5NJo/s320/linda+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330535795768194050" border="0" /></a>Greetings to all!<br />I put an exclamation point to begin with, because this is indeed an exciting day. At 11:01 April 28, 2009, I became a grandma to a darling baby boy. We are glad that he is here safe and sound. He weighed 9lbs.7oz. and was 21inches long. They are going to name him Eian Kirk Farr.(Or it could be Ian)I was too excited to ask. The only one we were missing was our heavenly dad and husband. We had a few tears. We're sure he was there and maybe that's why it took a few days longer, because he was saying goodbye. He at least had the chance to be the first one to see him. Something he would really love.<br />We are praying for all the other babies and young and older children in the family every day. Mother and I take quite a few names to the temple each time we go.<br />I also finished my lymphatic class last night. I am now known as a Lymphatic Practitioner. I have a lot to learn. Our lymphatic system is such an amazing part of us. I have really learned to love our Savior more and honor his works because of this amazing body He created for us and the incredible opportunity we have to use it reverently and be and instrument in His hands for good and peace for His children here on the earth.<br /><br />Well I promised Tara I'd find a sign announcing this heavenly gift, so I'd better sign off. Love you all and I'll post pictures when Janell shows me how.<br />It's now about 7:00 p.m. and I'm back from seeing the cutest baby on earth. If the others are as cute as he is, we're going to have a cute bunch of 2009 kids.<br />LindaLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-24041920230022639512009-04-11T12:59:00.000-07:002009-04-11T13:36:46.249-07:00Greetings bloggetts and fellow bloggers!<br />I was commissioned on my birthday to have a blog by the end of the day, but somehow I just didn't make it. So, to redeem myself, here goes. Wow! that was some writing. I hope all of you English majors and journalist don't read this too closely.<br /><br />First, I want to say that I am enjoying the blogs very much!!!!!!!!! It's like having you here with us and having a good visit. There's quite a variety: spiritual, romance, comedy, truth with a little delight added and much more. Thank you Marian. I love Jane Eyre and now want to own a copy for myself. As the children say, "Maybe I'll buy it with my birthday money."<br /><br />This year has been a great journey and a tremendous learning experience. I'm so glad that our elder brother, Jesus Christ was willing to be born and give His life for us. He has carried my burdens so many times that I can't even begin to count them or thank Him enough. I love the scripture that says:" Oh that I were and angel and could have the wish of my heart." I would shout it from the rooftops that He lives and loves us all, no matter what our circumstances are, what we look like or if we make mistakes. Who could ask for more.<br /><br />Grandma & I have been trying to attend the temple a little more often. Our prophet sure admonished us to do so. We are not the best, but we are trying. I have to take care of all of those sweet babies that are going to join us and their mothers, so you get put on the prayer roles often. I'm also watching out for our New Yorkers, missionaries to be, and every family in general. I'm sure our families up above are keeping busy just watching out for us. If you have to have patience for something to be answered, it's probably because George is visiting with them and just needs one more hug or to give someone a little more spiritual advice.<br /><br />Speaking of advice. I have been taking a health class on lymphology. I've loved it. Our lymphs are what help our cells and blood to function properly and keep us healthy. Here is some great news for those of you whose tummies don't always feel right in the morning, because of little junior or juniorette. On the left foot, on the bottom, just below the cushioned pad part of your feet is the meridian for the stomach. Use two fingers or both thumbs and gently massage accross the foot in that area in and oval for about three minutes. This should help with the nausea. You can do it as often as you need too. It also helps digestion. Dehydration can also cause nausea, because even though you are sleeping, the baby is still using water. Keep well hydrated. <br /><br />Well, there's your health for the day. I love you all and thank you so much for all your prayers in my behalf and all you've done for grandma. HAPPPY EASTER!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-54453060856784341552009-03-15T19:59:00.000-07:002009-04-30T10:04:07.188-07:00Peanut Butter MysteryI prepared myself for some time on the computer by fixing a peanut butter sandwich on mom's newly made bread all toasted golden brown. It was perfect. I began reading the blogs and enjoyed them very much, but then I was tempted to play just a few games on the computer. There was my downfall. It's Sunday night and I had just read Janell's inspiring ta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGG33sFDg8rx4u_RdwjJYb7WcApGWm41vS1X4xVck6fZEZlVmR18xsvxGPWlOEYLbKkS8MZcOB92DPTmonR-4IehFlPqFHo1rtpKZWWNEvYXlBtvzEn4rfc6Og06cDPGgnpp_TfWRMJMAJ/s1600-h/peanut-butter-jelly-spreader-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGG33sFDg8rx4u_RdwjJYb7WcApGWm41vS1X4xVck6fZEZlVmR18xsvxGPWlOEYLbKkS8MZcOB92DPTmonR-4IehFlPqFHo1rtpKZWWNEvYXlBtvzEn4rfc6Og06cDPGgnpp_TfWRMJMAJ/s320/peanut-butter-jelly-spreader-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330530831276852098" border="0" /></a>lk. I was all enthused. I then read Marian's blueberry muffin experience which made me hungry and wishing she was here to visit with, but did I stop? No! I went right ahead playing a few games. Then I realized that's not why I had come to the computer, so I prepared to write my blog.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I suddenly remembered my peanut butter sandwich and settled in to eat it, before starting. I looked and it was gone! Where do you suppose it went? I looked the house over and couldn't fine it. Wouldn't you think you would remember eating a peanut butter sandwich. I didn't even have a glass of water with me. It usually gets stuck in my mouth and I have to wash it down. I even looked to see if it had fallen on the carpet. The only evidence that it might have been there, was an empty napkin. Well I slowly trudged back to the kitchen with my mouth yearning for peanut butter. I now know that I have eaten one sandwich, but some day one of you might solve the mystery by coming across it accidentily when visiting grandma. I just can't believe I would have eaten it. When I get on the scales I'll probably know for sure.<br /><br />I do want to make this a Sunday Post, so I would like to share this experience. For some time now, I have been thinking about doing some genealogy, but I usually have an excuse. I hadn't been to the temple this month, so I thought it would be nice to go yesterday since Norm and Sheryl are there on Saturdays.<br /><br />When I woke up I had no desire to go. I was worn out. Well, the Lord has a way of helping you along, if the desire is there. While I was praying, a peaceful feeling came over me and a real yearning to go. I got up and asked mom if she'd like to go and she agreed. You need to know that I have been reading about the Nephites and the Lamanites and my connection as a daughter of Israel, my descendents being: Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and Joseph. I was told I have the blood of Israel in my veins. Somewhere I think we have some Lamanite blood. When I reached the temple and picked up the person's name, it was from 1899 and it was a Seneca Indian girl. It was overwhelming. I then started reading 2Ne. 4 and realized that I was fulfilling Nephi's and Christ's promise that he would never forget them; that they would one day have the gospel again. My heart is full just thinking about it. The gospel is true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1<br /><br />Have a great day tomorrow and the next and the next............</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7316556322559438993.post-59816787379203496122009-03-12T20:14:00.000-07:002009-03-12T20:35:46.562-07:00Greetings to all you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bloggers</span> out there,<br /><br />Well that's a little corny. This is the oldest blogger on the line of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bloggers</span> in this family. I'll bet you can't guess who this is. Here is your clue. I joined the forks. Thanks to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Rimington</span> mother and daughter team, I am now an official blogger. I was instructed that this was to be on line before bedtime.<br /><br />Well, since I'm new at this I'll just leave you, for the night, with these two thoughts.<br /><br /> In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">remove</span> the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it.<br /> Many loudly blamed the king for not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">keeping</span> the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">move</span> the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note f<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">rom</span> the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many others never understand.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Every obstacle presents and opportunity to improve one's condition.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Make It Happen<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"You are never given a wish<br />without also<br />being given the power to make<br />it come true.<br />You may have to work for it,<br />however."<br />Richard Bach<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Well, happy snoozing or if you read this tomorrow, have a happy sunshiny day!<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871404675634443263noreply@blogger.com4