Mimi's Fairy Tales

October Suprise!

2008-10-01T14:57:00.002-07:00

The weather here is perfect, the flowers are still blooming and the air is still. I can't believe it is October already--I see no real signs of it yet, however I haven't been to the mountains lately, so I have no idea what is really going on there.

Bruce and I just spent 4 days in St. George and Cedar City, Utah on our yearly trek to the Shakespeare festival and the Tuachan theater. We saw the best production of Les Miserables ever--a perfect night in the outdoor amphitheater among the red rocks. We have seen the play 3 times now and this was my ever favorite production. We saw Julius Ceasar, set in modern days where the men wore Armani suits. It was about what happened just before the fall of the Roman Empire and it felt a lot like what our government is going through right now. Power is a scarry thing!

We saw Gaslight, an old play that was also an old movie made in the 30's or 40's. It was good, however it was 3 hours long. Moonlight and Magnolias was my favorite of the 3 and was just hillarious. It is about the writing of the script for the movie Gone With the Wind. The year is 1939, but the humor is about 2005 the year it was written. You really must have seen the movie before seeing the play or you won't understand it all. One of the festival directors gave a synopsis of the play out on the theater grounds just before the play, and there were only a few people who hadn't seen the movie or read the book. They were all under 25. Reading the book, or at least seeing the movie should be on anyone's "bucket list". The plays are part of the fall season that will run thru the end of October, so anyone who has the time, it is well worth the drive. You will be surprised how much Cedar City has grown. There are even choices of resturants, even a Costa Vida. Yum!

A few weeks ago, I sprained my ankle and have been using the wheelchair more, so it will heal. Bruce helped me get around all weekend, and the chair broke on Thursday night. We went to the DI and found an ancient, ugly but usable transfer chair for $25.00 to use the next day. My ingenious husband then went to Walmart and bought Duck Tape, not duct tape, but Duck Tape. After an hour of trials, he was able to tape some pieces together which miracluously held the wheelchair together and after a 3 days it is still holding. And we all know that is saying a lot!! We donated the transfer back to the DI the next day. Bruce even wrote a letter to the Duck Tape company to enter a contest that was advertised on the wrapper. After looking it up on the web, he found out the contest was over in December 2007! He sent it in anyway, he was so proud. Me too.

Well, that is our weekend. And my favorite meal was at a little cafe called the Anasazi Inn outside of Kayenta AZ. I had a bowl of corn chowder with Navajo fry bread. We stopped there going each way. Don't miss it when you are going to Lake Powell from the East. It is worth the stop. I bet even Rachel Ray would love it.

"All's well that ends well"

His Star Birthday!

2008-02-27T07:36:00.002-08:00

Spencer W. Buchanan was born 27 years ago today on February 27th, 1981! Thus it is his star birthday. I know he has a very busy day today working for backcountry.com and 6 hours of class until 9:00 tonight, so here's wishing him at least a moment to celebrate with Kari and Savannah. I know he plans on skiing on Thursday with his 2 girls to celebrate too. Have fun Big Guy.

I remember the night Spencer was born, very well. It was about 6:00 PM and I had made spaghetti for dinner, and was waiting for our neighbor to leave so we could eat. I had a terrible back ache and just wanted to get it over with so I could clean up and sit down! Our neighbor, Mr. Berg was telling us how good our big bright yellow flowered sofa was because it was a Sherrill. He was a salesman for Ikards furniture, and he would know right? And as a side note, I had a hard time getting rid of that couch, even though after 20 years it had red pencil marks all over the cushions and wasn't comfortable anymore, just because of Mr. Berg's comment.

Anyway, we finally had dinner and I was sitting in the recliner holding Bevan and reading him stories and trying to get rid of my horrific backache. It just wasn't getting better! Argh!
After quite awhile I realized that I might just be in labor and it was byetheway, February 26th, his due day, so it was just possible I could be having a baby. I had never had back labor before and didn't know what it felt like or what to expect. So Dad and I got ready and hit the road to the Memorial General Hospital in Las Cruces, New Mexico once again.

I think we got there about 9:00 and Spencer was born just after midnight on the 27th. I couldn't believe it, I actually had a baby on his due date, almost!!! For some reason, we already had his name picked out and I don't remember if we had a girl's name ready or not. Spencer W. Kimball was the prophet then and we all loved him. Bruce and I thought we liked the name of Spencer and hadn't it heard it much yet!! And we added Wahl, which was Nona's maiden name to keep the W. He was the biggest baby I had and weighed in at 10 pounds and 4 oz. He was so cute of course, but the noisiest baby in the nursery. Being that big, he was hungry right from the get go.

Spencer's Dad and siblings loved him so, and I don't remember anyone being disappointed that there was another boy in the house. Spencer didn't sleep much, though and it was hard to leave for any length of time while I did any errands or anything else for that matter. I was in the Relief Society presidency at the time, and had to leave Spencer in other women's hands while I conducted or gave a lesson. Marilyn Haycock said when she first met Spencer that he reminded her of her son Doug, and that she would watch him for me. Then she would leave the room and walk around the church with him for the whole hour. She was exhaused! He never stopped moving unless the one holding him was moving.

The Animas Valley Mall was new in the summer of 1981, and I was so grateful. Since it was so very hot most of the summer in Las Cruces, it wasn't pleasant to use a stroller during the day or even evenings, for that matter. When the mall opened I was first in line with my stroller full of Spencer and my others in tow. Window shopping became a wonderful pastime for me and a rewarding way to keep Spencer happy. I loved that mall.

Spencer, from the start always seem to want to stand. He never cuddled as a baby, and by 8 & 1/2 months started to walk. He had just given up nursing and didn't even want a bottle. Just give me OJ in a cup Momma, I think he must have said. So there he was all independent and not needing me so much. That is unless I left the house. As the years went by, he became very tender and always had to kiss Bruce and I when we left the house for anything!

He seem to always want to accompany me to the grocery store, and I obliged, leaving the others home with the girls in charge. He was also the one who wanted to be right next to his Dad when he was on the roof of the house making any repairs. It's no wonder, that Spencer knew the names of all Dad's tools before his older brother's did. Once a neighbor came to borrow an awl for making holes in leather, and Dad wasn't home. So Ryan, who answered the door said, I'll get Spencer he'll know what and where it is. And he did.

Spencer has a very big heart, and is good to all of his family and a great friend for life. He forgives and forgets, and never gives up on his dreams or on people.

He never gave up when he wanted to be a ski instructor at Park City even though he was only 18 and the odds were against him. He has always loved skiing and has made it an art His Dad says he is a beautiful skier and he loves to watch him come down a mountain. He is a very patient teacher on the slopes. His 2 year old Savannah can testify to that, as well as Kari.

He is also the family computer guru. He does magic helping me and his siblings from afar with computer snafus. How does he do it? I'll never know. I wouldn't be blogging if he hadn't set me up. He gives me so much confidence in what I am able to do.

Spencer can crochet and is very fast. He learned that skill from a nearly blind woman while on his mission in Orlando. He even tried to teach me, and was very patient, though I couldn't seem to do it unless he was by my side. He crocheted me a pair of booties to wear over my big bledsoe boot and surgical shoe. They are really pretty.

So now in the Spring of 2008, Spencer is working to support his family and going to school to get his degree as a photographer at the University of Utah. He already does awesome photos, and knows more than anyone I know about cameras. He listens to podcasts about camera parts while he is driving long distances. How exciting is that?

He is married to a terrific girl, Kari, and they are very supportive to one another.

So Happy B-Day Spencer W. We love you very much!

Mom

24 years ago!

2008-02-09T11:03:00.000-08:00

Twenty four years ago tonight, on a not-so cold winter night I gave birth to my youngest son in Las Cruces, New Mexico. He was due to come on the 7th so he was due to arrive almost any time. However, with my record of having babies at least 2 weeks after the due date, I wasn't even thinking it was time. Even though I was having contractions, they weren't too bad, and Kristi needed a pair of shoes. So I took her to the mall around 6:00 PM or so to help her find some. I was never one who wanted to spend a lot of time in a labor room laboring. We went home and had dinner, which I probably made. ( we didn't eat out much in those days). It seems like we got to the hospital during the during either a great BYU or New Mexico State basketball game with UTEP. I hadn't ever had a TV in a labor room before, and Bruce and I were really enjoying the game.

I was ready to have that baby right after we got there, but had to wait for Dr. Lopez to get there. It seems like he was still putting on his shoes when he came in to the room. Off I went to delivery and the rest is now history.

We didn't even think we would have a fourth boy, so we had a couple of girl names picked out--Brittany, Michaela and Brandy (my mom's neighbor said, "you wouldn't name her after a liquor would you). Anyway, we had no boys' name in mind.
So Bruce left the hospital sometime after 1:00 in the morning and we were both so tired, we said we would discuss it in the morning. He woke up at least the girls just enough to tell them that we had another boy. He said they just rolled over and said, "Oh". Well, I didn't sleep much and the name Adam came to my mind. I loved it, and then thought of my Grandpa Houston's middle name of Cooper ( which was his mother's maiden name). I was so excited that I never gave it another thought, and could hardly wait until morning to tell Bruce. I think he was surprised that he had no real choice in the matter, but then I wouldn't have been me if I had let him have a say. Actually, we had always decided together our children's names. I remember Heather calling me from the Junior high to tell me that she didn't like it, and offered Brett or something like that as an alternative.

So Adam Cooper it was, and he became adored by all of his brothers and sisters. Heather was going to early- morning Seminary then, so she was always up early to get ready. She would give Adam his first bottle of the day and change him and put him back in his crib, so I could get an extra hour of sleep.

Adam was always an alert boy and wanted to be outside investigating, so he wanted to come and go with his brothers. He was always very industrious and had a couple of little money making businesses. It wasn't enough to paint rocks for "pets", but he painted bloody eyeballs on them and sold them to the neighbors for 50 cents to 1.00. We didn't know anything about it until the Dalleys told us they were regularly buying eyeball rocks from Adam.

One stake conference Sunday after church, Bruce and I were taking a nap. Adam was outside with all of his Golden Books laid out on the lawn by the curb. He was stopping people to buy some of his books. We also knew nothing about that until a couple of days later that we saw his picture in the paper which called attention to the fact of what he was doing. It was something like " On Sunday, Adam Buchanan sold books in his front yard". I think Bruce and I were more worried that the bishop would see what we let our son do on the sabbath more than that he could have easily kidnapped!!

After having 3 other sons begging for dogs for a pet, it was Adam that we gave in to. We just knew that it would finally. So we got Andy, a chow from the pound for his birthday. Andy was about 1 1/2 years old and trained. We all gave it a good go at it, but poor Andy wasn't really a family dog. He wouldn't sit when prompted or fetch or run with the boys. He only seemed happy on the carpet in the house, and refused to go in his new doghouse, and chose the cold snowy backyard instead. Bevan was the best to him, taking him for daily walks at night after a day of work. So after a go of it for 6 weeks, Andy went back to the pound. Dad wouldn't take him back so I took Adam and Spencer with me and took Andy back. So I still have the reputation of not letting my children have dogs. I love dogs, but want them to live somewhere else.

Well, I digress from talking about Adam. He has always loved the outdoors and whether someone went with him or not, nothing stopped him from trying new things and doing the things he enjoyed. He never spent much time trying to impress girls how cool he was or did things to show off for their attention. If he wanted to do that he would have joined the soccer team, or other sports. He pursued camping, backpacking, rock climbing, ice climbing, biking, skiing, snowshoeing. He, like his brothers, is a very good skier, and has a great appreciation for the environment around us.

There is so much more to write about you, including that you are married to a very wonderful and understanding girl, Lisa, and have a darling daughter, Ryan Paige. But I will save that for another day.

Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to YOU!!

"Carry On"

2008-01-28T14:54:00.001-08:00

President Gordon B. Hinckley died last night on January 27th, 2008 about 7:00 PM. Bruce and I were at home in the study when Adam called about 8:00 PM to give us the news. In the age of computers, cell phones and text messages, I'm certain that thousands, if not millions, of people received the news in a very short period of time.

In his first news interview as Prophet of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, President Hinckley was asked what his focus would be. He answered, "Carry
on".
In his first address in general conference on April 2, 1995, He told the members:

It is time to be strong
Move forward without hesitation, knowing well the meaning the breadth and the importance of our mission.
It is time to do what's right regardless of the consequences that may follow.
It is time to be found keeping the commandments.

And I am certain today that he would tell us again to "Carry On". He was a wonderful, sweet, loving, kind and funny man. I will miss him. His death brings to mind the times when I have heard of the death of a prophet, and it always deeply affected me, and I used to think no one could take their place. But they do, and shortly we see how the Lord chooses the very best and well prepared for their calling.

May the Lord bless the Hinckley family, and I smile every time I think of the reunion he had last night with his bride of 67 years, Marjorie Pay. I would love to have been there to witness that. I will miss him so!

May the 12 Apostles also be blessed during this difficult time.

Carry On.

Happy Birthday Kristi!!

2008-01-08T09:39:00.000-08:00

Today is the 37th birthday of Kristi Brooke Cutler. This is what I remember about
her growing up:

1.Kristi was born on January 8th 1971 in the Bozeman Deaconess Hospital in Bozeman Montana.She weighed in at 8 lbs. 13 oz. and was born early in the morning. The doctor who delivered her, Dr. Sipple, was dressed in ski clothes because he was taking his family skiing that day.

2. We brought her home about 8:00 PM a few days later. Dad pulled our little blue Volkswagen square back as close as he could to the hospital's back door so Kristi wouldn't freeze to death while we drove home. We had her so bundled up that the nurses were laughing at us when we left. The plants died when they hit the minus 30 degree temperatures.

3. Kristi survived the drive being held in mom's arms and NO seat belts.

4. Heather met Kristi for the first time, having been unprepared for what was
coming. Heather had spent 3 days with perfect strangers, and also ate her first hard boiled egg, not knowing what to do with it. Now that was trama!

5. As a toddler, Kristi had quite an imagination, and loved to tell stories true or not. She entertained us with her act entitled "Anastasia Movie Star". Anastasia could appear at anytime usually having Heather selling tickets to her shows. We were thoroughly enthralled watching and listening to her. Why would we get a babysitter for the movies and spend the money, when we could stay home for free and see such a show?

6. As the girls got older, we found them both very creative as they put on shows with other friends who spent the night, and of course their little brothers. My favorite was the Christmas play about the "True Meaning of Christmas" which we used this year as a skit in our ward Christmas program, and the theme of the night. Thanks girls!

7. When Kristi went to preschool at NMSU, she found her first idol in Miss Parades.
It was hard for her to be away from home, but she found her first creative example

8. In kindergarten, Kristi was the teacher's favorite, and was the star angel in the Christmas play. She learned a couple of pages of lines, and knew them perfectly. She had a beautiful costume, and it was a very big deal. Bigger, maybe than Kristi was prepared for. The lights were low, and there were many parents and other students watching. She experienced her 1st real bought of stage fright. After a little cajoling from her mom and teacher, she went on, and spoke all her parts very softly, however they were perfect. She found emotions that partly defines her today. As Martha Stewart would say, "That's a Good Thing!"
Can you imaging doing a play about Christ in the school systems today? And that was in Las Cruces, New Mexico, not Utah.

9. By the first grade, Kristi did her first group project raising money for a gift for her teacher's birthday. She collected 50 cents from each student, then gave it to mom to help her shop for a gift. I'm not sure what was purchased, however Kristi arranged with the principal (on her own, mom had nothing to do with it) to get the teacher out of the room so she could get ready for the susprise party!

10. And the rest is history until age 37. Kristi is a giver and supporter for good in this world. She does her best with what God gave her, and supports and expects the best in those around her, and always will until that Perfect Day when the Lord shall come, and say GOOD JOB.

This day brings back great memories of this day for me too. I love you and am proud of all you to. Have a great day! MOM

Veteran's Day Memories

2007-11-13T14:11:00.000-08:00

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

— John McCrae

This is a poem that my mom, Alice Houston Rasmussen memorized as a school girl, and recited it all of her life. It was the most famous poem written for World War I.
As a young girl growing up in Price, UT, we would buy paper poppies
from veterans and wear them. The money was raised for the veterans who served in the wars. We probably celebrated the day more in the 50's and 60's than we do today. May we always remember the men and women who died fighting for the freedoms we enjoy in the United States of America.

Gratitudes on Tuesday

2007-11-13T12:01:00.000-08:00

The house is quiet and Adam has left to go back to Salt Lake, alone. Lisa just left with her family to go to her brother Brian's place in Escrito to spend the day. I am thankful for their visit here over the weekend, and:

for having little Ryan running all around the house, and so quickly for a new walker. She is so happy and funny, and lovable.
for Adam and Lisa being so helpful and being inclusive with everyone.
having Brian and Rena and Lexi stay here too. They are easy to have around, and seem to feel at home.
we enjoyed our early Thanksgiving celebration with the Bayleys and the sharing of food and laughter.
I enjoyed a great visit with Lisa and Adam before he left on Tuesday.
I am grateful for all of our family and their good and generous hearts to those around them in all parts of the country.
I am thankful for the association we have had with the Erskein family and pray that they have a safe move and success while living in Utah. I will miss Brett, Adriene, Maddy, Gracie, Tate, and Lauren and the joy they brought to our lives.
May we all have joy in the success of others we associate with in our lives whether it be spiritually, socially or physically. Let us buoy each other up and not tear each other down. Let us support each other in kindness and love, and forgiveness.

Grateful on Tuesday

2007-11-06T18:10:00.000-08:00

I'm grateful for:

enough sleep to still get up at 5:30 AM
my feet and legs--never a day goes by that I don't thank the Lord for them
the ability to still drive a car
my great husband--and the fact that he is coming home tonight from Santa Fe and won't have to be gone all week for work. Yeah!
the 60 degree weather--so I can still drive around with the top down
Costa Vida that opened here in Farmington --because I am already addicted to their sweet pork salad
my family--always

Halloween Recap

2007-11-05T10:26:00.000-08:00

I can't believe I am saying this, but I think I like Halloween. After all the years of tolerating the draculas and goblins of sorts, I really enjoy the effort of so many who come up with such great costumes.

We always have about 700-900 people (I would say children, but many are NOT children) come to our door on Halloween night. This year was no exception. However, since Bruce and I were in charge of the dinner served at the Tri-Ward Halloween party this year, we had 2 guys from Buchanan Consultants here on the front porch passing out our candy until we got home. At our house, you don't even have time to go inside until the next little creatures knock on the door. So even on the coolest nights, we sit on our porch and give out hundreds of pieces of candy.
We know they drive here from all over the area, because we don't know hardly any of them. They are polite, and we get our own Halloween parade for 4 hours.

As for being grateful, I am very thankful that it is over. I made the Connie Mack recipe of chili for 500 people and Bruce and I were in charge of buying all of the trimmings for Frito Pie, and of course the popular hot dog. We hae the Elders quorum set up 30+ tables and fill the cultural hall. It was a mad house all night, and we ran out of "dogs" after a 30 minutes and someone ran to Sam's Club and bought mucho more. We had 4 hot dogs left over, and 100 buns. I knew they wouldn't eat as many buns. I was too lazy to take them back to Sam's, so I gave them out that night and at church on Sunday. It cost all about $550.00. That is not too shabby. I couldn't get to the bishops' office fast enough yesterday to get my money back.

We have hardly any time to breathe before the next big dinner. We had a planner's meeting for the ward Christmas dinner and program on December 7th. That is just 4 weeks away! Yikes. I am overwhelmed. So between getting people to help, planning the dinner, decorating, and the program, I just hope it comes together soon. The bishop wants it simple and I just want it to be somewhat spiritual, instead of the free-for-all that we have had the past 3 years. And I want a home cooked meal instead of an all Sam's Club cooked dinner. I should have kept my mouth shut, because we got our new calling as activities co-chairmans right after Christmas last year. I feel the pressure.

I am so thankful for so many good friends like Louise, Gail, and Margo who came to my aid last Wednesday and helped cut onions, tomatoes, celery, carrots and make chili. They are the best!

Gratitude Journal

2007-10-28T20:31:00.000-08:00

I haven't written very often, and as a blogger, I'm not a very good one, so I think I will try to just keep a Gratitude Journal, as often as I can. I know that days are always brighter, and challenges easier after counting the many blessings that we have.

Sundays are a good place to start for me. I love Sundays. When I was small, It was a couple of hours of church in the morning and the same in the evening, with a wonderful roast and mashed potato dinner in between. My Mother was an excellent cook, and we always had a great Sunday dinner. My Dad movies of us usually on a Sunday when we were all dressed up, so I remember him telling me to twirl and twirl for some good action, since there was no sound.

When we was raising 6 children, it was very hectic and tiring, but I loved sitting on one of the front pews at church with them all in tow. Looking back, I don't even remember them acting up, and being taken out to the foyer. I know they did, but the Lord has blessed me with only fond memories of those days. I loved having the babies named and blessed with family around, and their father standing in the circle giving that blessing.

It is here that I have to say, even though Bruce wasn't a member yet when Heather and Kristi were born, a very wise bishop made sure that Bruce was in the circle holding each of his daughters, even though they were blessed by other special men. These were tender mercies.

As our last son, Adam, went on his mission and left Bruce and I alone, I felt a little lonely, especially since Bruce was usually attending another ward while he was in the stake presidency.
It was hard not being needed by our children.

But now we attend together each Sunday and sit next to each other during sacrament and Sunday school. I love talking to Bruce after church about our lessons in Relief Society and Priesthood. Having the same lessons each week is also a blessing. We usually fix a humble dinner together, and spend the evenings rather quietly. Sometimes we have company, or home teachers, but often just talk to married children and talk about the coming week.

Well, I was going to write much more about my blessings, but I think I have written enough for one day. I think I must add that I an so grateful for my sweet husband, and all of our children, their spouses and our grandchildren. We pray for them everyday, and love them very much. Good Night.

A Blessing

2007-07-18T07:18:00.000-07:00

Last night I went to a great Relief Society Enrichment night. Cindy Webb taught us how to breakdown our Patriarchal Blessings to really understand what they mean individually to each of us.
Patriarchal Blessings speak to our:

Uncertainties
Abilities
Gifts
Life's experiences
They are prophetic utterances all in the interest of assuring us of God's love and his willingness to help us face the challenges and trials of our lives.

Three main things to look for in your Patriarchal Blessing:

1. Information: about you: this helps you understand your identity. Virtues you may acquire, service you may render, pathways you may traverse, gifts you may receive if you are willing to develop them.
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2. Blessings: that are promised if you stay faithful, which help us recognize God's hand in our lives.

1. Counsel or warnings, and instruction: that we should heed, assuring us of His ready and constant availability in our lives.

Make a copy of your blessing and mark each phrase that is either information, a blessing or counsel with a different color pencil. You will find that some of them overlap and can be information and a blessing, or a blessing and counsel. So mark that phrase with one color and underline it with another so you can identify it.
Then write out each phrase in a list of information, blessings and counsels separately. With this breakdown, you can see where you are and how you are doing with the goals you and the Lord have set for you.
This isn't a short assignment, and may change over the years as what you may understand your blessing.
Try it, and see if it brings your Patriarchal Blessing to life.

Warm Summer Nights!

2007-07-17T09:58:00.001-07:00

Bruce and I tried out our new hot tub last night. We had been to Durango with some friends for the evening and so it was rather late.
Ahhh---It was wonderful! I had no idea what a pleasant experience it would be. It is on our bottom deck, and we can just look out and see the city lights looming below us. We lost track of time and spent 2 hours there. So of course we had prune hands----and feet and arms and legs.
We want to share the luxury with all of our family so Come on Down Ya Hear!!

2007-06-17T09:17:00.000-07:00

Blogging Fever

2007-05-03T07:13:00.000-07:00

I find myself checking blogs so often every day that I find I need to find a 12 Step Program to help me stop. So here it is, in case anyone out there needs it too:

1. Go potty at least twice in the morning before checking blogs.
2. GET DRESSED before blogging and not just a robe.
3. Eat a decent breakfast, not Jello with Cool Whip and string cheese. And clean the kitchen.
4. DO my hair for the day. Curl it!
5. Write checks out for bills to be mailed that day, that were due yesterday!
6. Send thank you notes for gifts I have already eaten, used up, or re-gifted.
7. Clean off computer desk before I check even the weather bug.
8. Make phone calls for appointments before it is too late in the day to get one.
9. Get outside for a stroll , or in my case, a "Scooter" ride, before the winds come up. Maybe even get up to see the sun rise! I would have more day for blogging!
10. Plan something for dinner besides GO OUT!
11. Read my scriptures in the morning. I had a hard time writing this one down.
12. Oh, who needs 12 steps. I need to check those BLOGS before I do all of these things!

Happy Blogging Everyone!

Sarah's Quilt

2007-02-25T12:58:00.000-08:00

I just finished reading Sarah's Quilt by Nancy Turner. She is also the author of These is My Words, which was a finalist for the Willa Cather Literary Award. When the Denver Post compared it to Lonesome Dove, I almost didn't buy it because I didn't want to read a "western". But it came highly recommended by Sharon Cutler, Kristi's mother-in-law, so I bought it. After reading about 30 pages, I wasn't sure if I wanted to read the rest. It is 400 pages, after all. I could spend my time reading a couple of other books that have been waiting in the wings for quite a while. But I persisted in what I had started and really had a great read.

My favorite paragraph is found on page 149. "My mama paid no attention, just went about gathering her scissors, thread, and thimbles. Then she set up her chair and pulled up an empty one next to her. She patiently threaded two needles. She'd work with one until in was gone , then the other, and then rethread them both. The extra chair, though, was a sad empty chair. It was for the missing woman. The friend who might call, just as you'd sat to quilt, and who might bring a loaf of bread, lend a hand, do a square. As I watched her concentrate on her tiny, even stitches, every one of them a bare eighth of an inch between, I sensed the empty chair was for me, and it filled me with an uneasy longing.

There are times I miss the things I haven't done in my life. As I stood there in the doorway, looking at my mama, needle just whipping like a tiny silver dart, that empty chair told me I'd have to make time for more. Not as if I didn't work enough, but somehow there had to be an extra hour in the day that I could spend with her."
Sarah Agnes Prine hardly had time to breathe between adventures, let alone sit down and quilt. This story took place in 1906 in and around Tucson Arizona, when they were experiencing a 3 year drought.

This book was definitly worth reading. Now I'll have to read the prequel to this book, These is My Words.

Valentine Update!

2007-02-14T13:18:00.000-08:00

The day isn't over yet, and it's proving to be quite a nice one. My friend Katuana called about 10:00 AM to see if she could come over. I said sure, but give me an hour to get dressed and cleaned up. Then my good friend Gail called to see if she could bring me lunch around 12:00 from one of our favorite sandwich shoppes. I thought about it for a minute and said sure, why not? So then, Bruce called as he was driving home from the storehouse to change his clothes. I asked him if he minded if Gail brought me lunch today, since I thought the Valentine celebration was over.
He said he had made reservations for 11:30 for lunch, and it was a surprise. So I canceled with Gail for lunch, and called Katauna and we decided she would come over this afternoon.

Dad got home by 11:10 and showered and even put on a sports jacket. I asked him if I was dressed okay since I haven't been in anything besides sweats since my surgery last week. He was getting very nervous about the time so I felt like it was somewhere he wanted to go, because he said it gets real busy and they won't wait. We drove toward East Main, and he turned into the Safeway shopping center which has an IHOP and a Papa Murphy's. Then he turned toward The Bluffs. Well, The Bluffs is where a lot of our friends like to eat sushi and we had only eaten there twice. It is expensive. So I was really surprised he took me there, even if it was Valentine's Day.

Just as we got in the door, there were 4 of our friends, the Laceys and the Lucas. (don't know how to make Lucas plural). All of us women were so surprised. None of us knew that the others would be there, and none of us had been informed of this date sooner than 10:30 am. My friend Katauna was one of the wifes, and she had been planning to come to my house all morning. Then in walked a young man, and he serenaded each of us. And his companion gave each of us a rose and a small box of chocolates.

Then they brought us pot stickers, and another appetizer. We had a very nice time and then went home loving our very kind and generous husbands.

It was a kind of unusual combination of friends. One couple is in their mid 30's, one in their late 40's and Bruce and I are in our 60's. The idea for all of this came from the very busy young doctor who is about 37. I think this younger generation rule. The women are training their men right. But I know Dad could have done it too, but we haven't really ever celebrated Valentine's Day that much over the years.

I hope my sons and son-in-laws are treating their wifes like queens today. And you girls accept what ever attempt is made with graciousness. Again, the day isn't over yet. Yeah, and don't forget that the box of chocolates you buy today will be half price tomorrow.

Valentine's Day in your 60's

2007-02-14T08:21:00.000-08:00

This morning was no different than the usual. Bruce got up at 5:30 and went walking until 6:45.
I woke up, barely, trying to decide if I wanted to get up, or just go to the bathroom and go back to bed. The house was dark, no use illuminating the way either of us looked. So I rolled (yes I'm in the wheelchair again) into the kitchen. Bruce was making hot chocolate, and I asked him if there was enough hot water for me to have a cup. It was very foggy outside. We were drinking our hot chocolate and I was wishing for a very good pastry, knowing that the only thing we had was a loaf of Sara Lee's whole wheat bread. I would have given anything for just one small Dolly Madison chocolate covered donut.

Bruce and I visited until about 7:15 about the day ahead and what had been planned. Then I went into the study to turn on the Today Show. There in the dark I spied some flowers in a vase and even a helium filled balloon in the dark shadows. I gasped! So I finally turned on the light and saw a beautiful vase full of one dozen red roses. and a red balloon, and card. Surprise again. This past year I have been totally surprised many times by Bruce and family. Luckily before my surgery last week I had at least bought him a Valentine and had it ready.

So then Bruce had to dress and go work at the bishops' storehouse. I on the other hand can spend some time and try to surprise him somehow.

Well so much for living in the fast lane. Have a very good Valentine Day everyone.

72 Years Ago Today!

2006-10-16T09:31:00.000-07:00

I just remembered as I saw what date this is, that my parents Art and Alice Rasmussen were married on this date 72 years ago in the Manti Temple. I always remembered their anniversary while they were alive, even when I was young. It was a day that was always very important to me. I remember one anniversary in the late 60's, I think, when Dad gave Mom a diamond wedding ring set. She was so thrilled, and she put her inexpensive red garnet ring away that she got when they were first married. I now cherish that garnet ring as my own. In 1959, Dad brought Mom 25 brand new silver dollars when he came home for lunch. I remember how happy they were and how we had a big group hug. I always came home for lunch from school at any age. It was my favorite time of day and the food was the best ever.

My parents are both gone now, having both died in 2001 within six weeks of each other. I know that they are celebrating today together. Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad. I love you.

Shakespeare Festival

2006-10-16T08:58:00.000-07:00

This is the 4th year in the row that Bruce and I have attended the fall season of the Shakespearean Festival in Cedar City. The weather has not failed us yet. Is has always been cool and crisp, only needing a jacket. The plays are all indoors in the same theatre. We go in the fall to avoid the crowds.

This was our favorite season so far. We saw "The Merchant of Venice" which was a wonderful production. Then we saw"Peg of My Heart" which was so funny and lively. The last one was "Johnny Guitar", and it was such a hoot. It is a spoof of an old movie called Johnny Guitar from the 40's or 50's with Joan Crawford. If you ever have a chance to see it on an old movie channel, think of it as a musical comedy. Bruce has the movie memorized, and said he can hardly wait to see it again after seeing the play. We think the actors at this festival are so good. We would recommend it to anyone.

We happened to be there when Utah schools were out for two days, so there were alot of families at the plays too. That's a great idea for a fun family trip in the future.

We also went to Cats at at the outdoor Tuachan theatre in St. George on Friday night. The clouds threatened rain the whole time, but waited until we were going to our car to let loose. And did it ever. I've never seen that kind of rain there.

The next day we spent time with Herb and Sharon Cutler in St. George. They are our son-in-law Jeff's parents. They moved there about 3 years ago and have a lovely home with a "magic fountain". We had a great visit. In fact we will meet up with them again soon in Maryland the first of December at Annie Kates baptism.

Sorry no pictures. Writing is as much as I can seem to do.

BRUCE'S 60TH BIRTHDAY PARTY 12/18/2003

2006-08-21T09:29:00.001-07:00

This was almost 3 years ago, but I didn't even know that we had pictures of this night. I guess Spencer was busier than I thought. These are a few of the couples who stayed late. The Kelleys are in front with Bruce and I. From left to right: the Laceys, Webbs, Youngs, Kari, Tim Ramsey, the Tanners and the Eddys. There were about 75 people sho came and went that night. Some were fishing buddies that Bruce knows only on the San Juan River.

MY CUTE BA!

2006-08-21T09:04:00.001-07:00

This is my husband Bruce Albert Buchanan, loving called BA by just me. I took this picture in the Buchart Gardens in Victoria. British Columbia in July 2006. I know he looks like cut-out but he was actually there. I wish I had a cut-out of him so it would be like he was home even when he is gone fishing.

JULY 31, 2006 MY LAST CHANCE!

2006-07-31T07:43:00.000-07:00

Since this is the last day of July, I figure this is my last chance to redeem myself if I want to consider myself a blogger. I wish I could say that I have developed this as a new habit (you know--21 days straight) but it has been 27 days since my last entry.

Bruce and I went on a great cruise to Alaska from the 14th to 22nd of the month on the "Vision of the Seas" Royal Caribbean ship. It was so much fun and you get such royal treatment by the crew. I loved the food in the dining room, and the entertainment in the beautiful theatre. We saw 3 different comedians (all very clean) and 2 musical productions, which I loved, and one headliner, Lenny Welch, a throwback from the 60's, but right up our alley. Bruce loved him, and he had so much energy. It was hard to tell that he was 65 years old. He was all over the place.

The scenery was beautiful and green, green green. We went through the inside passage so we had land on both sides once we got to Alaska from Seattle. The weather was about 58-60, and Bruce loved it. I saw porpoises swim along side the ship and a few whales.

We got off the ship in Juneau, which is the capital city, and saw the Mendenhall glacier. Dad and a friend flew on a float plane to a prime fly flying location to catch and release. My friend Louise and I went to all the shops in the tourist traps. The best thing we did there was eat fresh crab at a little crab shack. They crab legs were huge and delicious. The town is filled with jewelry stores selling diamonds and other (unknown to me) precious stones. Crazy! In the Gold Rush days those shops would have been saloons. As the capital, Juneau is only 30 thousand people, and most of the jobs are government ones. There are no roads going in or out of the city, so people have to fly in or come in on a ferry.

I do have pictures I will get on soon, and even a movie of the waiters on the ship singing to us. I did use my scooter and that was great fun, too.

More later.

Buchanan Family Reunion

2006-07-04T13:42:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of our family taken in Deer Valley, Utah on Memorial Day weekend.

It was a great time with all 26 of us. The picture is already outdated as of July 2, 2006 when Ryan and Rachel Buchanan added beautiful Elle Brooke to their family. And Adam and Lisa are excpecting a daughter in September.

My Best 4th of July Ever!

2006-07-04T11:29:00.000-07:00

This feels like a good day to start a blog. That and the fact that my son Spencer says if I don't, he'll write it for me. So here I am in my nightgown at 11:00 A.M. reminiscing about my favorite 4th of July of all time.
It was July 4th, 1950, and I was 4 years years old. I was in our bathroom sitting on the pot and the phone rang. I could hear my sister answer it and squeal, "It's a Boy! I hurried real fast, and ran out to the front porch to wait for my Mom and Dad to bring my new brother home. I waited and waited. Then my Dad came with no baby. Now, remember, the details of this day may be different for my parents and sisters, but this is from a small blue-eyed toehead who had until that point been the baby of the family for 0ver 4 years. My sisters were 9 and 14, with many more years behind them than I had.
After having 3 daughters, he was the happiness man in town with the birth of a son. We all knew it and we were happy too. Or I think I was. I then remember Dad taking me by the hand and we walked up to see my Mom at the small one level hospital just a block away past the city park. The park was full of everyone in town it seemed and Dad was telling them all about his new boy! The people were all cheering and patting Dad on the back, and I thought that my brother was so lucky to have so many celebrating his birthday, not knowing that they were celebrating our country's birthday.
When we got to the hospital, I remember looking into the window to see my Mother in bed. I guess I couldn't go inside. In those days, the Moms stayed for about 10 days before they came home. I don't think I even saw my brother that day.
That afternoon Dad took me with him to a little place on Main Street that had a soda fountain and I remember having my first 7-up. It was a good day!
My brother Lawrence Arthur Rasmussen is the best brother on this planet. He has always been good to me and my sisters, even when we tied him up in his highchair and yelled fire. Our parents weren't too happy about that because we had just had a fire in our house a few days before.
Have an awesome birthday Art, and a great 4th of July!