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Monday, August 14, 2017


We went on a brief vacation this last week to Cuchara Colorado. It is the same little town my family loved to visit when my brother, sister and I were kids. We were there to celebrate my parents’ 60th wedding anniversary.

The family picture has been a dream of my mother’s for a long time. The whole family has not been together at the same time for many years. The 5 people on the left are my brother Tim, his wife Carrie and their three children Drew, Tyler and Megan. My sister Jill and her husband John are in the middle back. My parents Rae and Joyce in the middle front in yellow shirts. My family on the right; husband Bernie, son Ty and his wife Rachel, son Nolan and his girlfriend Kasey.

I was quite taken with the resemblance of my son Ty to his grandpa in the wedding picture. What do you think? Are those two related?

That’s it, no moral of the story, life lesson, or humorous anecdote. Just a fun memory.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

FAQ Regnier Fireworks

Another fireworks season is history. If I said I loved this time of year, most all of you would know I was speaking an untruth. However, if I were to say I love what we accomplish – that would be very true. My husband and son are to be credited with the kudos for organizing a fireworks stand that funds our community event, Celebration in the Sky. They are also to be commended for pulling off a fantabulous fireworks show that has come to be a much anticipated and enjoyed local event. Me, on the other hand – well – I spend a lot of time in the background trying to put out fires (pun intended) that come up during the busiest two weeks of the year at the Regnier residence. Here is my list of FAQ and the answers I have derived over this past few weeks:

Q: How much Powerade and water can our staff drink?
A: More than you think

Q: Why is a square thing with goofy pictures and a fuse called a cake?
A:  I still have no idea

Q: How do I take a picture of our fireworks crew AND be in the picture with them as they insist?
A: Grab an unsuspecting customer who just parked his car and offer him $5 in fireworks for clicking the button

Q: How come all of our “little” packs of firecrackers aren’t connected?
A:  To prevent someone from being disappointed that it only takes a split second to blow them all up at once

Q: How many snappers are in one of those little yellow boxes?
A: As many as can fit in there

Q: How much change do I need to get ahead of time because the bank is closed weekends and holidays?
A: Somewhat more than I actually get

Q: How come it’s always so hot during this thing?
A: Because our forefathers weren’t thinking it through when they signed the Declaration of Independence in the dead of summer

Q: What happens when I don’t speak fireworks-ese?
A: I am considered illiterate

Q: What happens if a surprise rainstorm hits?
A: Everybody yells commands at each other and moves really fast

Q: What if the girls find a stray cat and fall in love with it?
A: Find a farm girl to send it home with  (Thanks David and Chloe)

Q: How do I stuff more leftovers in the refrigerator?
A: Push really hard

Q: What do we do with all the cardboard?
A: Find someone with a big garden and convince them it’s mulch

Q: What do I do when the cat thinks he’s not getting enough attention?
A:  Go find Leslie

Q: What happens when you get tired of red T-shirts?
A: Switch to the gray ones. (This also works vice-versa)

Q: What happens when an artillery rack blows up during the show?
A: Point, laugh, and keep lighting

Q: What if the printer breaks the day before we open?
A: Send hubby to town for a new one

Q: What happens when the toilet breaks?
A: My personal plumber is the man

Q: What if the credit card machine breaks?
A: Call it in the old fashioned way

Q: What do I feed 9 college/high school age kids?
A: Most anything works

Q: What were the memorable quotes of the week?
A: “Our family is crazy. We spend thousands of hours and dollars to blow things up.” by Nolan
And, in regard to the man who spent $600 and asked Chelsea to throw away his receipt so there would be no paper trail for his wife to find: “I’m glad my husband doesn’t spend that much money on fireworks” by Cindy

Q: How do I endure all those kids being around all those days?
A: Fall in love with them. I lost my heart in a fireworks stand and here’s why:

Lance: You do the yucky jobs with a grin
Avery: You make silly jokes and eat stuff
Taygen: Your quiet goes well with your muscles
Chloe: Always happy and ornery
Trista: You understand Bernie’s numbering system
Leslie: You eat the ice cream
Chelsea: You make me laugh when I’m ready to cry
Kasey: My ‘Killer Cash Register’ tamer and chief barista
Nolan: your fireworks inventions make me proud and scared all at the same time
And so ends the saga of 2017 fireworks. Save the date in 2018. We’re already working on it!

Sunday, May 14, 2017

In Honor of my Mom and my Mom2

My husband asked me to write a Mother's Day poem, and since I usually aim to please, I sat down to write one. Trouble was (and I'm weird this way), once the words started coming they wouldn't stop. When all was said and done I had three poems instead of one. So here they are. Feel free to send one or all to YOUR mom!

Mothers Day Poem #1

God gave us each a mother
And He saw that it was good
To have someone to love us
And teach us what they should

And if I had no mother
I would‘ve survived, I suppose
But who would kiss away my tears
And who might have wiped my nose?

I loved my mama’s goodnight kisses
I was thankful for the clothes she folded
I’ll never forget her sweet embrace
I’m even glad for the times she scolded

She made sure I was warm and fed
Dressed me in striped pajamas
And I was sure that I must have
The very best of all the mamas

When I fell down she picked me up
Told me to wear my coat and hat
Took me to lessons, practice and school
And cheered loudest when I was at bat

She knew what I was thinking
Even when I didn’t say
Made sure I minded my manners
Taught me to kneel and pray

She loved the dandelions I brought her
Put them in a vase to enjoy
But when she took me shopping
I hardly ever got that toy

If I was feeling down and out
She’d sit and give me a back rub
And when I’d been playing hard all day
She would just throw me in the tub

Whenever I got a nasty cold
She’d make me hot tea and toast
She didn’t worry about catching my germs
That’s the part I liked the most

I thought that she was beautiful
Her scent was sweet like flowers
And when it came to kissing owies
She seemed to have magic powers

I couldn’t tattle-tale but she’d chide him
When my brother was being a pest
I love her more than I can say
And know that I’ve been blessed

And on this day when we honor our moms
We all celebrate in different ways
But since God gave us each a mother
Let’s give Him all the praise

Mothers Day Poem #2

Mother’s Day has rolled around
(And I say this with a grin)
Every year I know it’ll happen
I’ll hear about HER again

They’ll go through her list of attributes
Never thinking it’s overdone
You know the lady I refer to
She’s from Proverbs 31

The Bible is the Word of God
Of that much I am sure
But I have to wonder
Am I supposed to be like her?

My husband has no rubies
But no one’s offered even a dime
And he has no need of spoil?
I spoil mine all the time

I do him good, not evil
This much is probably true
But flax wasn’t on my shopping list
Neither was wool – who knew?

I’ve never been described as a merchant ship
The food I bring is from the grocery store
I’d rather sleep till nine o’clock
And I’ve even been known to snore

I have no maids to give a portion to
I’ve never bought a field
I wouldn’t know how to plant a vineyard
And my girded loins are rarely revealed

The strength in my arms is failing fast
My merchandise is apt to dwindle
I always blow my candles out
And I’ve never owned a spindle

Afraid of snow? No way
My kids don’t wear red and such
Though Purple is always encouraged
But the silk – not so much

Tapestry is not part of my wardrobe
My husband’s gate is in his pasture
I buy all my linen at WalMart
If I made it, it’d be  a disaster

I certainly do NOT deliver girdles
And enjoy some idle time now and then
Wisdom is not always what I speak
Can I get an amen?

But though I never be like her
You won’t find me stressing
Because my dear husband loves me
My precious children are my blessing

Proverbs 31 woman,
I can’t measure up to your words or deeds
And though I aspire to be like you
God made me just what my family needs

Mothers Day Poem #3

Ever have one of those days?
The kind where nothing goes right?
The baby cries, the toddler howls
And the older ones are having a fight

Being a mom is such hard work
Maybe you’re not cut out for this job
It’s enough to make you want to give up
Or at least sit down and sob

Motherhood isn’t what you expected
Nobody told you it’d be this hard
Cooking, laundry, picking up
Being the cookie jar guard

But remember this fun fact
When you’re feeling feeble and frail
The greatest mother in history
Once had an epic fail

It was time to leave Jerusalem
Where they celebrated the Passover Feast
Talking and singing as they walked along
Not worried in the least

Then when Mary called Jesus to supper
He didn’t arrive and she frowned
“Where did that boy get to now?”
But her 12-year-old couldn’t be found

Horrified, scared and trembling
Her body ached with the tension
He wasn’t with friends or family
Oh, why hadn’t she paid attention?

Mary must have cried and prayed
Perhaps she and Joseph quarreled
For this was no simple mother-mishap
The kid she lost was Savior of the World!

She and Joseph made their way back
Looked in places of all sorts
Frantic for three entire days
Before finding Him in the Temple Courts

So the moral of this story is
When you’re feeling less than extraordinary
Remember no Mom is perfect
No, not even Mary

We’ve all been there once or twice
And it’s going to be OK
When your child hugs you tight
And whispers “Happy Mother’s Day”

For God gives you strength to carry on
And grace to see you through
Mother, NO ONE can love your kids
Quite the same as YOU!