Monday, July 13, 2009
Pic-O-The-Week: Simple Pleasures
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Peaches… Matey!
This Monday will mark Chace’s fourth week as a Dow employee! So far he’s made quite a name for himself. Interestingly enough, that name happens to be Peaches! Apparently after the confusion last summer among the secretaries regarding Chace’s name (“Is it Paul? Or is itChace?” It’s actually Paul Chace), it was determined that he would be known on the Dow books as “P. Chace.” Now say that three times fast. “P. Chace… P. Ches… Peaches… PEACHES!” That’s what the secretaries call him. Now add to that his great… shall we say resourcefulness in accumulating “supplies” for his office, and his reputation among his coworkers for cleaning up after company lunches and bringing home doggie bags for his adoring wife. Now we have Peaches the Pirate! What a way to begin your career!
Here’s his first day of work, just outside the security gate, with his buddy Scott. My, my! Don’t they look professional!
Post-Father’s Day Post
One of my new resolutions is to be better about decorating for and celebrating holidays, birthdays, and other special events. Growing up in my family, these occasions were acknowledged, but were never a really big deal, (which is understandable in a family where there is at least one birthday per month just with the children, not to mention grandchildren and extended family) and which I think is actually good in some ways. On the other hand, I worked for an extraordinary woman by whose home décor I could discern the season without fail, and who would not only plan her childrens’ birthday celebrations for them, but would do it in advance of the actual birthday! Imagine! As I’ve seen the approaches of other families, I’m beginning to see where I would like the balance to be in our little family. So, as the old man-of-the-sin-of-not-adequately-celebrating-special days, when Father’s Day came around, Chace and I reflected, sometimes vocally to each other but mostly just in our own minds, on how much we love our dads and our dads-in-law. We called them to say so. And life went on. No big deal.
A couple of days later I learned that a very dear friend had just lost her father. I spent most of the day in tears, aching for this sweet friend who was now without her sweet dad. He died just a week before Father’s Day. How different her Father’s Day was from mine. She made no casual phone call, scribbled out no hasty ‘Happy Father’s Day’ note. After the initial shock I felt, almost disbelief really, I began to try to imagine what my friend was experiencing. It felt like those paranoid late nights as a kid when I used to lie in bed and wonder why dad wasn’t home yet and consider the possibility that he never would be. Those feelings have been more frequent since my marriage to a mechanical engineer who has often assured me he’ll be home from a test or a study group by 9 and then not shown up or answered his phone till 11.
In those agonizing moments, I always return to the same consolation: I pray. I plead that my fears are groundless. Then I wait. And then, unfailingly, the calm comes softly to my frenzied mind and racing heart. Peace. And I’m content with whatever may happen. Someday that fear will not be groundless, and I imagine my heart will break. Nevertheless, I’m so glad to know that this life isn’t the end. That, in fact, it’s just the beginning! My dearest wish is to live in such a way that I will somehow deserve to be with my loved ones for eternity. And I know that such a thing is possible through the mercy and grace of my Savior and the restoration of His gospel. How priceless is that knowledge!
So Dad and Paul, I know it’s late, but you’ve been much on my mind lately. I sure love you good men. And you're pretty hansome too!
Friday, July 3, 2009
Fiddler on... MY BED!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Graduation

Well folks, we really did it. We're college graduates. Oh, wait. PSYCHE! Rivka still has an online class to finish! Who did she think she was kidding!? But she's not thinking about that till vacation is over! So, as I was saying, we're college graduates! Here are some of the photos of that memorable day. Thanks to Ma and Pa Wilcoxson for bringing the photoshoot (although I know you won’t want to take credit for some of these!)
Davis Divas!
This picture needs a little explanation: Every summer as kids, at the end of the 10-hour drive to Davis, my dad would get to this very corner (just yards away from my grandparents' house), stop the car, and say one of two things: 1."Kids, I think I'm lost. We'll never find the house. Let's just go home." or "Oh, darn it! Ya know, I think I forgot my ... (insert personal item such as toothbrush, q-tips, deodorant, etc.) We'd better go back home and get it." At which point we would all scream, jump out of the car and run the rest of the way to Grandma and Grandpa's house. We didn't have Dad with us this time, so Miriam was the one to break the news that we were going to have to turn and go back home. Above is a disgruntled Rivka who has fallen for the trick. Mom is pointing to the "Diva Driver" sticker, which inspired the theme for the weekend.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Multi-Family Yard Sale!!!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
"Knowing their feet had come to the end of the world."
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Pic-O-The Week: (Two) True Women
This is one of my favorite and most treasured pictures of all time. One of my favorite days (my wedding day) with two of my favorite women (my paternal grandmother Margaret Mikkelsen on the left, my maternal grandmother Edna Norlund on the right). I don't know why, but I've been thinking a lot about my grandmothers recently. Maybe it's because I am insanely jealous of my mother and sisters who will head to Davis shortly to visit G-ma Mikkelsen. Maybe it's the prospect of moving to the other side of the country and possibly not seeing her for a long time. I have been particularly missing Grandma Norlund. Perhaps it's because her birthday is coming up, or because my cousins Stephen and Brandon have visited us several times recently and we have spent a lot of time playing '10,000' and reminiscing about her. Sometimes I am reminded of something she told me once or of some funny incident, and I find myself in a fit of spontaneous laughter, usually followed by a tear or two. I miss her raisin bread and cucumber salad, playing with her rubber finger puppets and dancing to her Harry Belefonte records ("Shake, Shake, Shake Sonora" was always my favorite! And you'll find "Jamaican Farewell" on my playlist.) My favorite memory of her is probably the fateful day when, during a family gathering, her hair caught fire after a magical flame shot from Pietr's fingertip. I also love that, upon hearing what my new last name was to be, she purportedly said, "'Wilcoxson'?! What a horrible name to pin on somebody!" To commemorate her upcoming birthday, feel free to share (fond memories, quotes, etc.) I'd love to hear what you remember!
And He's Off!

Before we said our goodbyes, there was a little meeting in which we watched a tear-jerking missionary video and sang "Called to Serve" and then heard from a member of the MTC presidency and his wife. He said some interesting things that I thought I'd pass on. He mentioned the fact that in the Old Testament, it was the designated prophet who was responsible for preaching the gospel. Then in the New Testament it was Christ, followed by His ordained apostles. Then when the church was restored in this dispensation, it was the apostles and the 70s who were called to preach. And now it's all of our young men. They are in good company. Then he listed some of the things that these new missionaries were going to be asking of the people they would teach. They will ask the people to pray, to study the scriptures daily, to gain and strengthen their testimonies, to have family home evening, family prayer and scripture study, to give up anything in their lives that will offend the Spirit, etc. Then he charged all of us present to do these things, the things that our missionaries are asking the people of the world to do. And in doing these things, we will share this experience with them. We, like them, will have two of the best years of our lives, full of joy and peace and the blessings of the gospel. It reminded me of what David told me when I talked to him about my hesitation to marry Chace and give up the chance to serve a mission. He gave me the exact same counsel. How quick I was to forget! So my goal is to follow that charge better than I have been. I think that Pietr will.
Monday, March 16, 2009
25 Miscellaneous Facts
1. I have always thought that German was the most unattractive language spoken by man. However I'm now in a choir which is performing a breathtaking German piece and I'm beginning to appreciate the beautiful hideousness of Deutsch. Ja!
2. I am a girl of many nicknames. Here are just a few:
~Riva (used by my brother David)
~Rico (brother Adam),
~Kiki ( a variation of "kinkachu', a carnivorous mammal belonging to the raccoon family to which I apparently bore resemblance, everyone when I was little),~Kiko, Kiik, Kika, Kikaputch, Kikaputchinid (variations of 'Kiki'-family),
~Keiko (as in, the whale--various rude people!)~Dirty Bird, Fatso (Dad),
~Jake, Jakey, Stinky (sisters Miriam and Beppy) ~Mamee (sister Miriam),
~Reefer (my druggie friends in high school--I only just learned what a reefer was!)
~Rivkins (said, Reefkins, an old friend)
3.I may have multiple personality disorder--perhaps stemming from the multiplicity of different names I have been called growing up! Chace said once, after a loooong car ride with me, "Ya know what? You should narrate children's audio books." Compliment? Not sure. Among my current alter-egos are, to name just a few:
~a hearty and 60ish Irish lass with a forceful, gravelly voice
~a Japanese Geisha (Chace's favorite!)
~a middle aged British man with a cockney accent who spits when he talks (Chace's least favorite)
4. I love old music and old movies. In fact, I'm starting an old movie night group at the Utah State Mental Hospital. That should be fun. (Any suggestions for catchy group names (e.g. 'Blast from the Past', etc.) or ideas as to how to make it more interesting for the patients? I'm thinking of making some sort of little trivia quiz for them at the beginning with questions about the cast or story line or… something. And popcorn of course.)
5. Speaking of crazies, the craziest thing I've probably ever done: spend the night on the roof of Ackerman Middle School, dodging the eyes of the flighty graveyard janitors who would call the cops at the least provocation--believe me, I know! The second craziest thing I've ever done was to get married at 19. It also happens to be the smartest thing I've ever done!
mathematical proofs and the gospel! I can only hear snippets, but it's something about Lehi's proof of contradiction (whatever that means!) One of them is laughingly saying, "How can you feel the spirit when you say that?!" Now one of them is leaving, saying, "It's getting too nerdy in here!" Ahh, it's a beautiful campus full of beautiful people where so many different kinds of truth are taught. As I write a girl leans over and asks me how long I'll be here. "Oh, another half hour or so. Why? Do you need something?" "Well, I wonder if I can leave my stuff here while I go in for an interview. Could you watch it for me?" So here I sit next to this stranger's things: a new laptop, a stack of expensive looking text books, a cell phone, a backpack, probably a wallet if I had rummaged. Trust and honor are not dead!
22. When I was a very little girl I sometimes napped on the back of our old horse Aplomado while he grazed. He was the sweetest, most gentle creature. We all learned to ride on him. Oh the things we put him through! Braiding his mane and tale like a Barbie doll, setting up saw horses and fallen trees as jumps for him in the pasture and pretending we were riding the steeple chase, racing him against the other horses, playing horse-back tag on the logging trails, eating all the corn kernels out of his grain before feeding it to him! Every child should grow up with a horse like Plommy. I have a feeling I'll meet him again in heaven. And my dog Zara.







