The season has ended

Nick was on a soccor team again this year and his coach was none other than his Dad, Matt

I can't even imagine being a coach. I have seen so many mouthy parents, kids that won't try or ones that try too hard to get all the play time and glory. I give Matt a pat on the back for coaching several years in a row. Nick sometimes feels that his Dad is too hard on him, but it makes him work harder and he has turned into a good little soccor player. These are pictures of the last game of the season. Up until the last two games they were undefeated. It was hard on Nick to lose the last two as you can see on the expression on his face. He played hard and we were glad we got to see him play.

Heads up Nick

There is a lot of hustle in that boy!

Two handsome and brilliant fathers!

A Father's Day Tribute

To my husband

Wayne

and my father

David
My husband is my best friend. He has always had the ability to make me laugh...a lot! He has never once resented being the breadwinner in our family and has always worked extremely hard to assure that we had all our needs and wants met. He is a wonderful father and grandfather and nothing is more important to him than his family. He can do almost anything that he tries to do and if he doesn't know how, he figures it out. He works too hard sometimes, and I try to get him to slow down but it's not in his nature. He keeps our yard looking amazing and seldom do you see a weed anywhere. He is a marvelous cook and has whipped up many innovative recipes. I cooked for the first 15 years of our life together, then he took over and now his yummy Sunday meals are shared with our daughters and families each week. He is a good golfer, loves fishing in the Big Horn mountains, and loves college basketball which is why he got me a computer..... so I would have something to do while goes down into Wayne's World and watches it every night until March madness is over and he emerges. He has the respect of all his family members including me and his little dog is crazy about him. We have been married almost 39 years and I can't imagine life without him. You are my world Wayne! Happy Father's Day!

I often think about how hard Dad worked for his family when I was a young girl. He was a brick layer/mason...not just that but a brick artist. His eye for detail was great as was his perfectionism in his work. I remember that when I was a young girl he would have to go out of town on jobs and when he returned, he would bring us kids little gifts. It let us know that he had been thinking of us. I know there were days when it was so hot, it must have been like working in a furnace or so cold that he could hardly move his hands. There were many times when he couldn't work at all because of the harshness of the weather. It must have been stressful at times, not knowing when the next pay check would come. He finally had to stop because he developed bursitis and it became too painful.

Dad later got the job as the postmaster in Cowley, WY. This was a real change. He now had security, benefits and an opportunity to see and talk to everyone in the town. It was a real blessing to Mom and Dad but eventually it got tough at times trying to adhere to the government's red tape and bureaucratic headaches and he was relieved when he finally had his time in and could retire. Now he could relax right??? No, did you ever see his gardens? Was he trying to feed the US army? Mom had to finally put the kibosh to it or it would have covered their whole lot. They did share their bounty with all the neighbors and family members though.

Dad was called to be the patriarch in their stake and a sealer in the Billings, Mt temple. He is a very spiritual person, a loving man who cares deeply for his family and he has never been afraid of hard work. He is also a talented artist, poet, story teller, speaker and handyman. He used to tell us stories when I was a child that entralled me completely. I wanted him to tell us stories every night. The Taily Pole was my favorite and I don't even know how you spell that??? Thanks for everything Dad, I love you......Happy Father's Day!

Friday the 13th has typically been a good day at our house. Wayne landed a big commission on Friday the 13th and...... it's always on a Friday, so time for the fun weekend. This is the first day this year that the weather will be beautiful (77 degrees) so YEA for Friday the 13th this time around. Let's hope the luck holds. Below is info about why it's usually considered bad luck.

Both Friday and the number 13 were once closely associated with capital punishment. In British tradition, Friday was the conventional day for public hangings, and there were supposedly 13 steps leading up to the noose.

Numerologists consider 12 a "complete" number. There are 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, and 12 apostles of Jesus. In exceeding 12 by 1, 13's association with bad luck has to do with just being a little beyond completeness.

The fear of the number 13 is so great that more than 80 percent of high-rises lack a 13th floor, many airports skip the 13th gate, several cities do not have a 13th Street or a 13th Avenue, and hospitals and hotels regularly have no room number 13.

Our Latest Trip to Boise, Idaho

Wayne looking down into the reservoir.

The famous Boise chicken....well maybe not famous, but well known....well maybe not well known but of interest to us.

Wayne and I started out our married life together in Boise Idaho. We loved it there because it had a gazillion maple and fruit trees, wonderful parks and museums, skiing just a few miles north and swimming just 10 minutes from downtown. A river runs right through the town and there are bike and hiking paths that run everywhere. The air is clear...no industrial pollution, and the downtown has been redone with shopping, museums, and lots of restaurants. It's clean, diverse, and a fun place to be. So why am I not still there ??? I don't know, except it was a 13 hour drive to see our parents and when it was hot in the summer, it was REALLY hot...... lots of days in the 100's. We met some great people that we will remember forever, but we had an even greater life in Montana and now in Utah. We went back two weeks ago for one of Wayne's business trips and drove to the places we used to haunt. It was a fun look back. We lived by a little restaurant that had a giant chicken on top and 37 years later, it's still there. See, you can go home. We have had an inside joke about it for all these years so I just had to take a picture.

There are subdivisions that have the most incedible landscaping I have ever seen. Almost every subdivision in the newer Eagle area is breathtakingly beautiful.

This is a crazy tree growing by this house. I don't even know what it is, but I loved seeing all the different vegetation everywhere.

Lucky Peak Reservoir is the place we used to go to swim and soak up the rays. I stood in front of the dam this time and it was so loud that I couldn't even hear myself talk. Much quieter behind the dam, but this is fun to watch.

Almost every home we went to in the newer areas around Eagle had some type of water feature.