Thursday, December 18, 2014


Last night the Snow Canyon Warriors arrived at Nest at CVHS.  A basketball game that CVHS knew they had a chance to win.

Here, I'll let you read it . . .

Just like the paper said . . . Canyon View went on a run.

 Thanks Alisha, the new camera is looking sweet or maybe it's just YOU and your skills.

We were ahead at half time, but as I sat in the stands with Mike, we knew what was happening.  I hollered at Keaton, "Slow down!"  He didn't hear me so I put my fingers in my mouth and did my whistle.  Keaton looked up at me and I told him once again. "Slow down!"  He nodded at me.  Mike quickly said, "Sssshhh Kim."  Athletes don't want their parents harping on them, especially from the stands for all to hear. But Keaton is a different story.  I'll boss him until the day I die, I know my kid.  He wasn't embarrassed, he appreciates me.

The man next to me asked, "Is that your son?"  Proudly, I said, "Yes, he is."

Look here, after 3 generations, it's still the Staheli Milne competition.  I love it!  I love the Staheli's and we have been playing sports together forever. Keaton had 22 points tonight and Brock Staheli had 21, however, Brock's team came out #1.  Congratulations Snow Canyon.
I wondered what was taking my boy so long to get home after the game.  Alisha came down and said, "Where's Keaton?"  I said, "Probably to Brad's with Jaden."

When Keaton finally did show up, he came directly into my room.  "Mom, why do I do the things I do; you need to keep helping me, my brain just thinks, "Go, go, go."

I love my kid.  "Keaton, I will be on the front row from here on out, directing you so you can do your best."

I SURE love my BIG red nosed reindeer.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014


47 is looking pretty good on the OLD MAN!  Happy Happy Birthday Mikey.

You are soooo cute. Mmmmm!

I've got your carrot cake in the oven.

Saturday, December 13, 2014


I love to hear this song this time of year.  Both the words and the music are beautiful; it's one of my favorites. Kenny Rodgers and Wynonna Judd sing it with a full orchestra.  It's beautiful!

I heard the news this week that one of my brother's good friend's wife died.  It was such a shock!  So today Mike and I attended the funeral in St. George.  When we arrived at the chapel, we first off saw Coach Littlewood and his wife.  We visited with them for a minute and then headed into the viewing.  The line was huge.  The mortician said, "You might not be able to get in; we need to stop it at 11:40 am.  I so wanted to get in and see the family and offer my love and sympathy.

Being the friendly person I am, I got started talking to a couple in front of us. "Who are you? " I asked.  They were from Wyoming and had served a mission with the deceased parents in Nauvoo; they have been married for 50 years and drove down to attend this funeral.  It was interesting to hear their story.  They too, were quite upset with what had happened and asked, "What is going to happen to this family?"  I didn't know if I should speak, but then I couldn't help it when I said, "I know what's going to happen. I lost my husband when I had two young kids, and Heavenly Father blessed me with him," as I put my arms around Mike.  The couple then nodded and said, "You are one lucky couple."

We went on to visit with the couple as we moved forward with the line and we made it in before the mortician had to stop it.  The display of pictures of beautiful Heidi was perfectly arranged.  A mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend, a beautician, a fan of Doterra essential oils and a child of Heavenly Father.  It was touching as I viewed each one.

Why oh why did this have to happen?

Heidi's in-laws were at the head of the viewing line.  I know them.  I reminisced about the Elk's Field ballpark with Nick.  I'll always remember him hollering, "You're Good, You're Good."  We missed him when he wasn't there.  Nick, couldn't believe I would state something like this, "Kim, you're the third person in 12 hours that has mentioned this."  I know it made him feel good.

Heidi's parents were next.  They had come back from their mission for this and will be returning.  I wrapped my arms around her mother as tears were in her eyes, "This is something we can't understand."

I gave Heidi a love as I passed the casket and then threw my arms around her husband, Jeff.  There were no words I could say.  I knew exactly what he was going through.  "Is this really real? Is this happening to me?"  

I then reached out to give Heidi's four children a love tap, "I know Heavenly Father will bless you."

Mike and I walked into the packed chapel as we waited for the family prayer to get over.  I then made conversation with the person next to me when he stated that his son in front of me played on a team with Heidi's only boy; Grant, 9 years old.

"Who are you?" I asked.  The answer, "Jim Price."  "Oh MY!  The famous Jim Price?  I'm Gary Milne's sister."  Oh all the baseball memories came alive once again.

Baseball.  Baseball.  It too is a religion.  Look at all the life lessons, people and relationships it has created.

Here came the family and the funeral began.

Heidi's life was presented in the eulogy; her sister gave it.  Heidi was a little spit-fire.  I loved her spirit and the audience laughed.  She loved the gospel and it was evident.

Memories of Mom was next as each of her children were mentioned.  Heidi had written two of her children letters recently and they were read.  I knew just what I was going to do when I got home.  Through the years, I have always written my children letters, but haven't now for about 5 years.  This is something I'm going to do quickly.  I might even write them a letter to open in the far off future.  Wonder if I'm not here then.  I want to have it all completed.

Heidi's brother in-law talked next; he's the dentist.  He was fun too as he shared stories of Heidi.  He mentioned how wonderful just holding someone's hand is . . .

as I looked down at ours . . .  Me and Mike's.

The last song on the program before the audience sang was that one we all know . . . Garth Brooks' "The Dance."  You know what it is as the first measures of the music starts, then the words . . . "Looking back on the memory of; the dance we shared 'neath the stars above.  For a moment, all the world was right; how could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye?"

Is our lives better left to chance?  Yes choices can make a difference, but it's mostly chance.  I feel like I don't have a lot of control over my life; my life has just happened and I certainly couldn't control most of it.

Heidi's funeral was perfect; touching and uplifting; but so untimely.  She was only 39 years old; she was robbed of her old age and being a mother on earth. That's not right to me!

How do we ever get through this?  I don't know . . . we just learn to live with it and trust in this . . .

Mary did you know, that your baby boy will one day walk on water?
Mary did you know, that your baby boy will save our sons and daughters?
Did you know, that your baby boy has come to make you new?
This child that you've delivered; will soon deliver you.

Mary did you know, that your baby boy will give sight to a blind man?
Mary did you know, that your baby boy will calm the storm with his hand?
Did you know, that your baby boy has walked where angels trod?
And when you kiss your little baby, you've kissed the face of God.

Mary did you know?

The blind will see. The deaf will hear. The dead will live again.

The lame will leap. The dumb will speak. The praises of the Lamb;

Oh Mary did you know?

Mary did you know, that your baby boy is Lord of all creation?
Mary did you know, that your baby boy will one day rule the nations?
Did you know, that your baby boy is heaven's perfect Lamb?

This sleeping child you're holding; Is the Great I Am.

Just think of all the other LOVED ones on the other side that are sooo excited to see Heidi.  I hope it's all true.

Friday, December 12, 2014


I missed exercise the other day. I thought, "I've worked hard already this week."  So I stayed home and cleaned the house instead; really I just played on the computer, then got ready for the day and headed for St.George to go to lunch with my sister.

That evening as we sat down to eat chicken cordon blue and a new scalloped potato recipe, I told Mike and Keaton about it.  I was surprised when Keaton said, "Mom, don't get in the habit of missing exercise, that's not good."  Hummm . . .  I liked it.

I guess it could get me in trouble, if I stopped.  Hahaha

Why is it that when Santa's belly jiggles like a bowl full of jelly he's considered, "Jolly?" And when my belly jiggles, I'm considered "Fat?"  That doesn't seem right does it!

Mike and I later had "Old Reliable" it was Dryers instead of Tillamock. It's just not as good. Mike commented, "I wish we could return our calories for things that didn't taste as good as we expected."

Oh, soooo true!

I'm on my way to Yoga today.

Thursday, December 11, 2014


I can't believe it's December and it's 60 degrees in Cedar City!  Where's the SNOW?

Kandi, what are we going to do with these pictures?  They are too cute to forget about.

Just thought I would give you an early birthday present.  Love you. Happy Birthday tomorrow if I forget.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014


Out and about in Salt Lake City.  K'Loni Lowry and Jordan Holman traveled up to Salt Lake to visit with Keely and Emma. Emma is Keely's roommate. Both K'Loni and Jordan will be attending BYU in January. Jordan just barely returned home from his mission and will have his homecoming on Sunday.
They went to Temple Square and saw the lights and then tonight . . .

. . . off to Provo to the BYU versus Utah basketball game.  Keely says, "BYU really knows how to put on a party.  Mom, it was sooo fun. They gave all their fans blue glow sticks and turned off the lights. It was spectacular!"

Keely went on to say,   "BYU's good, but in the end, my school came out on top; thank goodness." 

I think U are pretty Keely Bugs.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014


 Sugar Plums?

Winter sheets . . . I love them.  Mike and I spent a lot of time in motel rooms this summer.  We loved the sheets at Home 2 Suites by Hilton and I found out I could order them; but when they arrived, they were just too HOT!

Mike commented, "They are winter sheets."  "They are not flannel.  How come they felt so good in the motel?  It was summer."  Mike answered, "Because we got to have the central air on all night."

Well I now have our winter sheets on our bed . . . and they are heavenly . . . or maybe it's just my partner.