Thursday, December 27, 2007

I've Been Tagged =)

Good heavens, stay out of cyberspace for a few days and see what happens. It would appear that I've been tagged by Candace Salima (See: scroll down to the blog that appeared on December 25, 2007)

Here are the rules as I understand them:

Rules of the Tagging Thingy:

1) Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog.

2) Share 7 facts about yourself.

3) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.

4) Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Alrighty then---I think I've adequately tackled rule number 1.

Here's rule number 2---Seven facts about Moi:

1. I am the oldest of four children. (This fact is helpfully pointed out at numerous family gatherings by my beloved siblings. See picture above for a look at the four of us during one of our "gigs.")

2. I once milked a herd of dairy goats. =) No, really. The greatest squirt fights of my life took place in a small barn where my brother and I made the milking chore fun by squirting each other repeatedly. (As I recall, my aim was deadly, much to my brother's dismay) My father---a pharmacist---had picked up on the fact that there was a tremendous need for goat's milk for babies who were allergic to formula. And since we lived on an acreage in the country at the time, and both of my parents thought it would be a way to keep my siblings and I occupied---we bought 6 dairy goats and began quite the adventure.

3. I caught a baseball during an all important 4th of July baseball game, effectively snagging the championship win for my team. I also broke the smallest finger of that hand since I happened to use the wrong hand to catch the ball (I caught it with my right hand instead of with the gloved left hand . . . story of my life but I digress) but I was so elated over actually catching that pop fly, I didn't notice I was wounded until after the cheering died down.

4. I play the guitar and piano by ear. At times this proves difficult since I'm only 5' 2". (A little musician humor) But seriously, I did indeed teach myself to play the guitar at the tender age of 12. I endured several years of piano lessons, but it took everyone a while to catch on that I would imitate the songs my teacher(s) played instead of playing the notes on the pretty paper. My piano teachers all threw their hands in the air, not realizing I was gifted, not mentally challenged. Again, story of my life. =) [See picture above to see my beloved guitar. I might mention that this was our first official paid gig. We had been asked to entertain at a Veteran's banquet. It was unfortunate that one of our numbers happened to be "Blowin' in the Wind." I had no idea it was an anti-war song until my father pointed it out to me later. Sigh . . .)

5. I graduated from BYU-Idaho back when it was known as Ricks College. I was an English major intent on becoming a high school teacher. My original goals were to teach English, French, and drama. Then I tried out for a silly musical entitled, "L'il Abner," and all plans changed. (See the blog written on by moi December 14th)

6. I am the proud mother of 3 sons, and one fantastic daughter-in-law. (Yes, Derek, you're back in good standing. ;) Just don't tell your father he isn't gorgeous.) [For that last statement to make sense, you'll have to click on the link to the best husband in the world competition available in the blog that appeared here on December 14th)

7. I am currently serving as the YW president of our ward. This keeps me humble, busy, worried, grey, did I mention worried?

Okay, there are 7 facts about myself. Now to tag seven random people. I think I'll start with my son Derek:; my cousin, RaNae: ; Shellie of (See, I reward people greatly for posting on my blog. ;) Actually, I'm desperate for seven blogsites to add here and one must admit, this was a random choice. Sorry Shellie. But in way of good news, I love your blogsite. Way cool. Be sure to check it out everyone. Let's see . . . only four to go . . . hmmm . . . Anne of (Sorry Anne . . . again, I'm desperate here.) Stephanie of fame who is a really nice person and also a YW president, and Kerry, also of who will probably never speak to me again for picking her . . . sigh . . . one more . . . Betsy of Alabama featured at this link: I know, this isn't a blogsite, but Betsy is a cool person and I tagged her randomly, so I think it should still count. =)

Bye for now,


Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The Message

Yesterday I posted a light-hearted set of lyrics with regard to reindeer and Santa. Today I've decided to post something on the serious side. As the celebrated birth of our Savior draws near, we tend to reflect more on His life, and all that it means in our own.

Earlier this morning, as I continued working on a special gift for a relative, I came across a poem I had written several years ago. It was based on a dream I experienced one night. When I awoke, the images from that dream were fresh in my mind, and I tried to capture what had been impressed in the words of this poem.

It is my hope that this Christmas season, we'll hold the Savior close in our hearts, and share that eternal love with those around us.

Merry Christmas!

The Message

The scene—chaotic, the atmosphere tense,
Everyone seemed filled with fear and suspense.
The moment was coming, preparations began,
For the Honored Guest, the Son of man.

Tables were laid out, row upon row,
Tempers were short if someone was slow.
"Hurry, hurry—there’s no time to waste,
"He could come any minute! We must make great haste!"

And so it continued, voices clamoring loud,
Tension was building throughout the crowd.
"It must be perfect!" was the theme of the day
No allowances were made for those in the way.

The sky grew dark, still no sign of The Guest,
Confusion was great—hadn’t they put forth their best?
Fingers were pointed, blame was heaped high,
‘Til no one could hear The Voice from the sky.

It came as a whisper—felt deep inside,
A sweet burning sensation, barred only by pride.
I looked all around—surely they’d heard,
The soft words that beckoned, but it was absurd!

The angry faces seemed quite unaware
Of the Honored Presence hovering there.
He softly called, His voice a whispered plea,
"Come, my children, wilt thou follow me?"

He repeated it thrice, yet none turned their head,
His voice drew away—contention thriving instead.
"Couldn’t you hear Him?" I shrieked as I ran,
"He was here! The Son of Man!"

"You drove Him away with your anger and pride!"
They just shook their heads and pushed me aside.
"Leave us alone, get out of the way!
"We have much to do to prepare for this day!"

Trembling I woke—it was only a dream,
Was the message real? That remains to be seen.
But as we prepare for His second appearance,
Let our hearts rule actions of perseverance.
For the message of love He longs to impart,
Can only touch those with an open heart.

Cheri J. Crane

Monday, December 17, 2007

Bishop Got Run Over By a Reindeer

In keeping with the spirit of Christmas, I've decided to share the lyrics to a version of a popular Christmas tune. (At least it was a few years ago.) If I remember right, we were putting together a tribute for our outgoing bishopric. The people in charge of this event wanted to keep the program light and they asked me to come up with a humorous ditty to "honor" the outgoing bishop.

So, I borrowed the music from "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer," and tada, instant classic. =)

Enjoy, and keep a smile in your heart as the final days of the countdown to Christmas unfold. By the way, Santa's helpers in the picture posted above are two of my sons, Devin (green elf hat) and Kris (red Santa hat).

Bishop Got Run Over By A Reindeer

Chorus: Bishop got run over by a reindeer
Comin' home from the church house Christmas Eve
You may say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for we ward members, we believe.

1st verse: There had been a priesthood meetin'
Uncle Jack was sharin' wit
Suddenly there was a phone call
Bishop hastened to answer it.
Seems there was a tiny crisis
His wife, Susie, was stressfully sick,
She'd caught her hand deep in the chimney
Tryin' to clean it for St. Nick.

2nd verse: Bishop laughed till he was cryin'
At his wife who was forlorn
There were ashes on her features
And some say her dress was torn.
The neighbors thought it was exciting,
As they gathered 'round to see
The situation on the roof-top
Belonging to McBishop and Susie.

3rd verse: Bishop pulled himself together
Grabbed a ladder and commenced
To save his bride from her dilemma
Before she grew indignant and incensed.
He tugged---he pulled---he hollered
But it was to no avail
He tried hard not to snicker
As his wife began to wail.

4th verse: It got late and we were worried
We began to fret and doubt
So we called the fire station
To come pull poor Susie out.
They brought their trucks and ladders
We were all so darned impressed
But the rescue was a failure
And poor Susie remained stressed.

5th verse: Bishop had a revelation,
He asked us all to pray
For a tiny Christmas miracle
Hoping this would save the day.
In the air there was a tinkling
The sound of bells from overhead
It was Santa and his reindeer,
Flyin' by in his nice sled.

6th verse: Santa blinked at the commotion
He flew down for a closer peek
And poor Rudolph in his excitement
Caught poor Bishop in the beak.
Santa snapped his magic fingers,
Susie grinned, her hand was free,
She blew a kiss to Santa
As bishop flew into a tree.

7th verse: This tale has a happy ending
The firemen proved their worth
They rescued Bishop from the pine tree
Despite the snickerings and mirth.

Cheri J. Crane
December 1992

Saturday, December 15, 2007

One More Picture =)

I decided to post one more picture since we're wandering down memory lane this week. This one was taken the night of our wedding reception. And yes, Kennon is wearing the ever popular powder blue tux. (Don't make fun. These items were in style during the early 80's---left overs from the 70's disco era). I chose a hat over a veil because I used to collect hats. It was a fun hobby until I ran out of room. ;) Now they're mainly used as costume material for varied occasions like play productions, etc.

We were married on May 1, 1982----and celebrated our 25th anniversary this past year. Here's to 25 more.

Au Revoir for now,


Friday, December 14, 2007

Blast From the Past

As the final moments of the competition (Best Husband in the World) wind down, I thought some of you might enjoy seeing a picture that was taken the night I met my future husband, Kennon. You might say I caught him during the Sadie Hawkin's Race. I took part in a local production of "Li'l Abner," that summer and portrayed the famed Moonbean McSwine. For the entire story, click on this link:


Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Best Husband in the World Competition

So, it turns out that an essay I sent in not too long ago, placed in the finalist category for "Best Husband in the World," a competition sponsored by the talented Candace Salima. You can access this competition by clicking on this link:

Scroll down to the husband essays that were posted a couple of days ago, and if you'd like, you can vote for the top 3. You'll find this option on the side bar on the righthand side of the blog. Feel free to vote for my husband, Kennon. =) [This is a hint] My son, Derek, informed me (you can read his comments on the link posted immediately after the essay) that I should have used the word, "handsome" to describe Kennon instead of gorgeous. My bad. =D Other than that, it pretty well states things as they are.

Happy voting.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Christmas is Coming

So I decided to keep things light this week as Christmas draws ever closer. It seems we all have horrific lists of things to do that keep us hopping throughout the holiday season. It's still my favorite time of year.

With that said, here's a light-hearted stab at the crazy pace this season can often inspire. This ditty can be sung to the original tune of "Christmas is Coming."

Christmas is Coming

Christmas is coming
I think I’m getting fat
All of these Christmas parties
Are taking care of that.

My lights are all a tangle
In a box I lugged upstairs
A few glued mirrors—it’s a disco ball
Retro 70's nightmares.

My tree is leaning sideways
Despite the fish-line strings
I’m hoping it will hang tight—
The joy this season brings.

Christmas is coming
I haven’t signed a card
I’m not sure where I put them
I hope my spouse did not discard.

And still there is the baking
The presents that need wrapped
The house to clean and sparkle
Before my nerves have snapped.

The holiday visitations
The beds to have prepared
The cold that I am fighting
A gift my children shared.

Christmas is coming
It’s almost ‘round the bend
And so am I, I must admit
A holiday dividend.

Cheri J. Crane
December 2007
P.S. The good sport posing in the picture above is my wonderful mother who has taught me the wisdom of finding humor in all things. =)