Best Friends Forever

I spent three fun-filled days with my BFF's last month in Utah. We decided that on the off years of the family reunion, we would try to get together and spend some quality time.

Day one included picking Brenda up at the SLC airport, having pedicures in Provo, and ending up in Manti for the pageant. All three of them had seen it before when they were in YW, but I had never seen it and it was on my bucket list. The temple was breathtakingly beautiful and the pageant was awesome and well worth the trip. We stayed in Provo that night. I was pretty proud of myself for getting such a great deal on our rooms on Priceline, but I didn't know that it was meant for 2 people only. So when I called to make sure we had 2 queen beds, I was told, "Sorry, but we only have a room with one king bed available, but we can bring in a roll-away." And there's no backing out once you hit the button. So we jokingly talked about who was going to sleep in the middle. (Hope I didn't snore too loud...)

Day two: Shopping at the Provo Town Center all morning, traveling to Park City and making fun necklaces (courtesy of Brendi-Lou) in our motel room. (This time we did have two queens....whew!)

This picture was taken in the mirror without a flash to show the necklaces we made...very pretty!

Day three we pretty much shopped till we dropped....literally! The outlet stores there are pretty amazing. (Glad I had been saving up for awhile.) We saw a movie in the late afternoon, then explored around the town for awhile. I wanted to go down the Alpine Slide, but no one else did. I told them it could be a fun memory. But quite possibly the only memory may have been someone's broken hip!

Said goodbye to Brenda at the airport the next morning, refreshed and satisfied that we had talked about every subject, and been successful at solving all of each others problems!! (Sigh..)

This and That

So glad we finally have summer. It's been a cold and rainy spring and we're so ready for sun! School is out and that means the grandkids can come for visits and stay with grandma and grandpa for a few days at a time. Haddi and Mia came and we did some fun things.

There's a strange little geyser-like spring in Alexander reservoir that we visited one day with Val and Megan's family.


Then there was our 2nd annual trek to CJ Strike Reservoir for three days for crappie fishing. The fish didn't cooperate quite as well as the guys had hoped, but a total of about 140 fish were brought home and put in the freezer. (Great for fish tacos!) I took a book to finish ("Alecia," so good) and quilt squares to cut out. The women had fun exploring and visiting as well.

On my birthday, we met the kids at Heise for a picnic.

The South Fork was running very fast and high...as you can see we were holding tight to the little ones! We also went to see the parking lot at Kelly Canyon where the spring runoff carved a huge crater. Very awesome to see the powers of nature.

And just a little footnote to our kids and friends that are interested....this is the progress on the house finishing project.

A Good Start

"How do you eat an elephant?"

"One bite at a time."
We have a huge "elephant" here. We've lived in our house now for 4 years, and the outside has not been finished. It seemed to be such a huge undertaking that Roy wasn't sure he was up to it anymore. This Spring brought new resolve to get the job done.... and, lo and behold, he even asked for help. (A huge feat, if you know Roy.)

Last weekend four of the kids and their families came to the rescue. Val, Faren, Seth, and Chad worked part of Friday and all day Saturday on roofs, ladders, and planks. Ron and Conner came over to lend a hand, the girls made food, and the kids were good runners. Mother Nature even cooperated and a lot was accomplished.

They got all of the fascia and soffit done on the new part of the house.


They tore all the Tyveck off and removed old siding and black celotex from the old part. Even the sun setting didn't slow them down.
The "elephant" doesn't seem quite so big now. Thanks guys!

Crap Day

There was a time, before I moved from St Anthony, that Taun and I would get together to do craft projects, quilts, scrap booking, etc. on a pretty regular basis. I loved those days. We created a lot of fun things, as well as good memories. Val was still home and he would come home from school and see what we were working on. Instead of "craft days," he started calling them "crap days." Those times have become less and less frequent as time goes by. She moved away, I moved away, her kids started school, she moved again, she got busier and the list goes on.

A while back, Avery mentioned a fun craft project she had seen and I said, "Let's do it!" So we converged on Taun's house in Ririe just before Easter (so nice now that she is in a fairly central location) and had a "Crap Day." We each brought photos that we'd had enlarged. We mounted them on foam board with spray adhesive with the idea of making a wall grouping without frames, lightweight enough to use Velcro for hanging. My plan is to make a genealogy wall of sorts, with old black and whites.

We also made some little grass in pots by using wheat that had been soaking. Taun had a bigger one already and we wanted to do it.

Taun is loving her new Janomi sewing machine. She was at her wits end using mom's old one... it had a mind of it's own most of the time.

Just had to add this priceless picture of the kids holding the baby kitties. Their faces say it all!
Here's to a lot more "Crap Days" in the future!

Go Figure..

As most people know...I am not a fan of eating fish...any fish. I think most of it smells and tastes quite ghastly. The seafood portion of the menu at any restaurant is not my idea of good reading. (Roy claims he has saved a lot of money on me over the years!) We were at a buffet-type restaurant not long ago when I accidentally spooned some crab salad on my plate, and quite literally gagged when it got to my taste buds. And years ago, Robert took us to a seafood place at Seaside, OR, and was thoroughly disgusted when I wouldn't try the seafood. He said, "Mom, this fish is so fresh...it was swimming this morning!" I know, I know...call me crazy. And the irony is more than obvious...I'm married to a fishing fool!! He used to be a "catch and release" fisherman mostly, and when he did bring some home, he would always give it to the widows in the ward, because he didn't necessarily love it either. But lately, he has developed a taste for fish, and he started keeping all the fish he catches in the lakes and reservoirs around here. Living with me, he has discovered that if he wants to eat fish, he better be willing to cook it himself. When Roy was growing up, all they had to do was catch the fish, bring them in the house, throw them in the sink, and his mom would clean them and cook them! (Sorry, honey, one more way I just can't be as good as your mom!)


Anyway, a month or so ago we gave some fish to a friend who made fish tacos with them. Up to that point, whenever I heard about fish tacos I would get a full-body shudder! But when she described them to me, I thought it would be interesting to try. Find the recipe here.

Surprise, Surprise! I liked them! There's something about the cabbage, Pico de Gallo, and spicy ranch dressing that is so good together. (Maybe it's because the fish taste is drowned out by all the good stuff.) Roy still cooks the fish part, but, hey... baby steps, right?

You Can Always Find the Good...

Last week I was able to go back "home" to Chester to attend the funeral of a dear friend, Cynthia Hillman. She had suffered with Crohn's disease for several months and passed away suddenly at her home when everyone thought she was actually doing better and on the mend. The death of someone so close, in friendship and in age, hit me hard. We had many things in common. She and I both had 5 kids, all pretty much the same ages and gender. We both loved to garden, sew, and do crafts. We served together in YW, Primary, and cub scouts.

It was great to see many other old friends from the ward that we lived in for 18 years, and pretty much raised our kids with. There's something about sitting on the same benches during ball games, wrestling matches, and pack meetings, cheering each others kids on. And sending them to girl's camp, on missions, helping with their wedding receptions, and lending a shoulder to cry on when one of them breaks your heart. When we moved to Bancroft, we left that part of our life behind. People here have been great, but have only known us as empty-nesters and sometimes asked, "Oh, you have other kids?"

There was time after the viewing when there was a little time to reconnect with a lot of these old friends. After visiting and laughing with them for a few minutes, Marsha said, "It's just like she's never left, huh?" And Donna said, "Come back!" And someone else said, "Your old house is just sitting there empty, you know." It made me feel good to know they felt that way. I think there will always be a bond with those people, no matter how many years go by. I will always be interested in what their kids are doing, and sharing in their joys and their heartaches.

So I guess the moral of this story is that there is always good that comes out of bad. I hated that we were there to attend the funeral of a dear friend, but glad that it gave me a reason to see and re-bond with others from that time period in my life that have been dear to my heart.

Time Together

Even though Roy and I are together pretty much 24-7, we had a very special time together last week when we went on a 40th anniversary trip to Florida and the Bahamas. Thanks to our kids, we had a dream vacation that we probably never would have done otherwise. Some of them stayed in touch throughout the week, just to make sure we were having a good time. And, you bet, we were! I want to just post pictures of the two of us this time. We were a couple of Idaho country folk out in the big world...a world of different races, fashion, money, glamor, and cleavage! You get reminded real quick just how sheltered and secluded we are here! I really enjoyed all the different people we met, though. And everyone was super nice.

We had to keep reminding ourselves that it was really January and February down there. When I was digging out my capris and flip-flops to pack, it seemed so weird. The sun was shining and the temps were warm and wonderful. Florida doesn't seem like it really belongs in this country, its so tropical. There was so much to see and do in Ft. Lauderdale to start with. The Everglades, the alligators, the beach, the Jungle Queen, to name a few.

Did you know that the Bahamas are only 54 miles from Florida? I got a real geography lesson on this trip. The cruise ship took about 12 hours to make the trip. We set sail at 6:00 p.m. and when we woke up the next morning, we were there. We spent two night there, and saw a lot of the sights on the island. The ocean really fascinates me. I could sit and watch it for hours. Roy and I loved walking along the beach by our hotel looking for shells, pieces of coral, and whatever else washed up. I'll go ahead and call them our "long, romantic walks on the beach."

I have always loved the water, and was pretty excited about going snorkeling. I had the guy on the boat take this picture just so we could prove that we really went! I was nervous at first, but it all went away as soon as I put my face in the water. What a view down there! Of the 8 people that were snorkeling with us that day, I was the last to get back on the boat. It was awesome... and when will I ever do that again? I think the others were just ready to enjoy the free "Bahama Mamas" that were included with the trip! We didn't think about asking for non-alcoholic ones, dang it.

This picture was on the sailboat after snorkeling and sailing. My trusty new straw hat served two purposes...it kept my lily-white face from burning...and it covered the bad hair, too. If I lived in that kind of humidity, I would definitely have to figure out a new hairdo.

On the cruise ship with the sunset in the background. The boat was about to set sail back to Florida. That night we had a fancy dinner...Roy had roast duck (which he loved), and I had beef wellington (yummy). I hoped I would remember which fork to use, not to put my elbows on the table, etc. The waiter even placed the napkin on our laps for us!

Back in Florida we visited the Miami Sea Aquarium, which was wonderful. I knew Roy would love that place...all the fish and marine life, and dolphin and killer whale shows. It was 80 degrees and muggy that day. We paused for a picture in front of this banyan tree. A great way to wind up our trip. It was back on the plane the next day, and back to reality....winter!