Saturday, August 30, 2014


This summer I bought a new wardrobe.  I probably spent a thousand dollars on it.  Keely introduced me to a new store and a new line of clothing; I love it!  I feel like a new person. "Mom, you're getting stylish," she says. That's if I take the time to really do it.  I told Mike Friday or Saturday is our date night and I'm going to fix up and we are going to go out.  It's work the last couple of weekends and we have had a great time.

I had to laugh today as Mike was cleaning out closets.  I had a bunch of shoes I had completely forgotten about; they were high heels and cute sandals. I tried to stop Mike as he was throwing them away.  "Kim, they don't go with your workout clothing."  He made me laugh; I told him I was changing; "I'm a new me. I'm going to be dressing up for you; don't you remember?"

We had this weekend date planned for a few days prior.  Natalie and Blaine gave us the idea.  Dinner in Zions at the Spotted Dog, then a concert in the amphitheater just up above.  Blaine and Natalie did this last weekend, but the concert was a lot more youthful when they attended.

Can you say C L A S S . . . I C  country?  Say it real slow. hahaha  Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash; luckily they played a few George Strait and Boot Scootin Boogie, Brooks and Dunn, to which we line danced to. 1, 2, 3, 4 wasn't too hard.

Mike and I smiled as we watched all the old people dance; and YES there was this one couple that was really old. They were all fixed up and didn't miss a beat.  They danced all evening. As we sat and admired them, Mike said, "If they are dancing, they are for sure still doing it!"  Mike is sooo funny . hahaha

Just after paying our tickets at the gate, Mike and I overheard an older couple trying to get in.  They didn't have any cash, just a coupon and a credit card to their name.  The conversation went on and on with the ticket taker, they were not going to be able to get in - the event was cash only.

Being the great man that Mike is, he looked at me as he handed me a $100 dollar bill.  "Kim, go take care of that."  As I was in the process of paying the total, another bystander came forward and wanted to join in; "I'd love to be a part of this," he said.  Mike answered back, "Thank you, this is no problem, we've got this taken care of." God bless.

The concert started and it was a relaxing night . . . C L A S S . . . I C country - you remember?  All My Ex's live in Texas, Ghost Rider, and a few more other tunes were the only ones I knew; but in spite of this, we still were enjoying the evening.

It was intermission when we were once again approached by the man that wanted to help us pay for the older couple at the gate. He came up to our row and sat down to greet.  He was from Oklahoma, a retired man that had a hobby breeding horses and he even has a jet airplane.  Real blood line horse for $150,000.00 a colt. He had gone clear to Australia for the sperm count.  We kept the conversation going; he acted like he wanted a friend, we had noticed earlier he was all alone there.  What a story he had; he told us about his dying dad and the advice that he gave him; remember where you came from. He also told us he was going through cancer and all the details. (That damn cancer!)

When the concert started up again, we insisted he stay with us the rest of the time; we too enjoyed our conversation and enjoyed his friendship.  He didn't want to intrude and politely said, "No ma'am, thank you."  He let us know he needed to get back to Cedar; his part for his broken down rig was coming in in the morning and he needed to get his horses ready from Mel Clark's stables to sell in California.

Cute man.  Clean cut with a goatee.  Nicely crisp, yellow, plaid, buttoned up collared shirt and a great pair of Wranglers.  Cute man indeed.  I now need to find him a woman I promised "55-65 years his range; he loves to dance and has energy," he says.  (If you are reading this and know of someone that's really cute, please get back with me; I love being a matchmaker.)

The concert was getting close to rapping up as Mike and I drove from the parking lot.  We both agreed we enjoyed the night and would certainly do something like this again soon.  I fell asleep on the drive home; thank you Mike for being such a safe chauffeur.

Update:  The phone rang this morning; Sunday.  I looked at the unknown number as I answered with a hello.  "This is Rick Tanner, would you have happened to be in Springdale last night?"  "Yes Rick, we were the ones; you're calling the right home, but I thought your name was Rick such un such""Yes, it is, but I have to get it all in; Tanner is my mother's maiden name," he said.

The conversation was back on.  Rick wanted to know that we were the ones that he talked to last night and our address listed was the correct one.  I told him he better not send us one thing; this phone call was good enough.  He ended the phone call with, "I don't know why I was there last night; it didn't really make any sense to me as I made plans to attend, but afterwards I knew it was an answer to my prayers."

Life . . . was does it all mean?  It sure is a mysterious universe out there.

Friday, August 29, 2014


Esthesioneuroblastoma; have you ever heard of it?  Me neither; they say it is very rare; only a few cases in the United States.  Our dear aunt is in the hospital today undergoing major surgery.  Prayers and fasting have been coming her way all day long.  Thank you Aunt Betty for the updates. WE HATE CANCER!!!

Here's a little song to help you get along . . . It will see you through when you are feeling blue.  And though it's not profound when you're feeling down, so down, sing this little tune and you'll feel better soon.  You're not alone, even though right now you're on your own.  You are loved in ways that can't be shown. Your needs are known.  You're not alone.

Love to all in Charlottesville, Virgina.

Just got an update from Aunt Betty; "All went well! The doctors got clear magins."  Thank you, thank you Heavenly Father.


I'm delivering boxes of peaches and pies.  So good.

Thursday, August 28, 2014


Every morning I get up and relax.  I don't drink a cup of coffee or sit at the counter with a bowl of cereal; I go outside to grab the newspaper or sit at the computer and read some of my favorite blogs. This always works.

There's one blog in particular I can't get enough of.  It's a mother in New York who is raising two children - a girl and a boy - and another one in the oven.  She is the cutest mother and her kids are even cuter.

Every once in a while, Naomi, the mother, posts "Eleanorisms."  It's cute things that her 3 year old daughter, Eleanor has said through out the days.  It reminds me so much of the time I had with my small children.

Here she is: Eleanor, and her mother's post today.10002
at 3 1/2, eleanor has proven she is my most favorite person to talk to. each conversation is nothing short of entertaining and full of thought and wit.  i love being her mama.

“i was a little girl once. i was two.”
“maybe he left his listening ears at home…” referring to samson when he wasn’t listening to mama.

trying to wake eleanor up one morning, she replied while rolling over, “ten more seconds…..” already such a teenager.

“my name starts with an E, but it also starts with an L. because ELLLLLLLeanor. see what i’m talking about?”

“look out for that boobie!” referring to a buoy we almost hit while kayaking at lake tahoe.

“samson, you’re my best favorite little boy brother ever.”

“i need to take my panda bear with me today because i want to show him the WHOLE WORLD.”

after i said something to her with an english accent, “that was very good spanish, mama!”

me: “do you need to use the potty before we leave?” eleanor: “no, i think i’ll just use the potty tomorrow.”

eleanor: “i speak spanish, so the ducks were speaking spanish to me.”
me: “oh! what did they say? 
eleanor: “quack quack!”
me: “what does quack quack mean in spanish?”
eleanor: “it means, ‘go faster!’ it also means, ‘hello.'"

“mama, i sure love being your sister.”

I too remember recording cute things about Keely and Keaton in their youth. Every once in a while Keely and Keaton take out their scrapbooks and laugh at the things they said and did.  I smile and it all comes back so vividly. Oh, I love my kids.

Being a mother is one of my finest treasures. Those were the days.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

LADIES . . .

. . . please let the boys open the door for you.  It empowers you and boosts their manly ego. It's really what a real gentleman wants to do.

Keely's got a date tonight.  I gave her strict instructions.  I hope she obeys.  Her date is taking her out to dinner and then to a Bees baseball game.  Now that's impressive!  I can't wait to hear all about it.

Update:  Keely said she did it; she let him open the door for her each time.  She said it was awkward, but she would do anything for Benjamin.

I want to record this.  Last night Mike and I were at spin class when I told him about Keely's date.  Mike looked at me surprised when I told him who Keely was going out with in Salt Lake. He didn't know that this kid was going to the U. Mike answered, "He's a good kid." and then Mike paused and said, "He's smart too."

Keely reported it was a fun night and they talked and talked; "It was comfortable," she said. 

I love it when my daughter's with good boys.  Thank you Heavenly Father.

Monday, August 25, 2014


Keely's at the U - it's her first day of college!

I can't believe it; Keaton can't either.  "This is the last time, I'll live with my sister."

Yes, I will miss her for sure, but I'm thrilled with all the experience and knowledge she is going to learn.

Go Utes and Keely too! I sure love you.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014


 Some people have to wait a life time to meet their favorite player. I raised mine.

Stats and story coming later. .500